Ved Nagar: 35
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Chapter 35
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Åādilah Salāħuddīn
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“I saw you sitting here alone,” she smiled at Åādilah Salāħuddīn, “I’m alone too. What’s more, I feel immensely lonely without my live in relationship partner. As it happens, I’m completely, absolutely, and entirely washed up with other men. I sat down and tried a cocktail, and three men smirked at me before I’d finished. How about letting me buy you a drink? No formality. If you don’t want my company, I won’t mind to find another suitable place for me.”
The orchestra ground out melodies with swinging rhythm.
A master lady of ceremonies radiated synthetic enthusiasm as she announced the numbers of a floorshow through a microphone.
Dazzling Musalmān waitresses, moving back and forth among tables, carefully followed instructions that food must not be brought too soon after cocktails.
Dvij Hindus and Bachhalyās strictly never took wine, neither the True Musalmīn that understood the HVSI Movement.
The cocktails were used by Traditional Hindus, Musalmān Beauties and Pseudo Musalmīn only.
Those who had drunk too much were being served watered drinks.
Those who seemed “sourpuss” were having a special visit from the head waitress with the virtues of the wine list extolled.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn felt a surge of relief.
It wasn’t a beef then after all.
She beckoned to the waitress.
“Another champagne cocktail?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn nodded.
“Make it two.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said.
“Take this anyway.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn told the waitress, “It’s stale.”
Then she laughed at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,
“I was brooding, worrying, too much to drink, I guess.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan digested the information.
It witnessed Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s extent of depression.
It was even more than evident now that Åādilah Salāħuddīn was fed up of her present life.
Her evolution to humanity from human animal was faster than her ever criminal, ever incompetent, Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once again felt proud of her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Her Abbū’s evolution to humanity from human animal was even far faster.
Perhaps even faster than that of herself and Durgesh even.
Durgesh was still selfish for his own advancement, his own progress, his own further evolution.
He still sacrificed the benefits of humanity for his own survival.
So was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
That’s why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved Durgesh so much.
Only Durgesh was the perfect life partner to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their thirty-two years age difference was senseless.
Both Durgesh and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were outright animals as for as their sexual behavior is concerned.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is also an outright animal as for as her own sexual behavior is concerned.
That’s why her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, couldn’t adjust with her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
She chose Durgesh instead.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is an outright animal as for as her sexual behavior is concerned.
She needed a wilder animal Durgesh to satisfy her wild animal sexual needs.
Her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, couldn’t provide her that, because he couldn’t fall to the extent.
Durgesh, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, and all the Musalmān Beauties in Ved Nagar, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Worlds, Galaxies and Creations are still humanoid animals.
Her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan is perhaps evolved to an angel, a humanoid angel.*
It was a situation, for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, that called for a little tact.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn couldn’t make any profitable connections sitting there with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan at her table.
On the other hand, there was no harm in letting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan buy a drink.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn looked at her watch,
“My husband is late,” she said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I won’t detain you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely trying to look for another table for her.
“It’s all right. Sit down. We’ve a lot of time for that drink, nevertheless. He keeps me waiting lots of times. Damn him.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled benignly,
“Haven’t I met you somewhere before? Your face is familiar.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“I don’t think so. Sorry, I’m unable to remember you.”
“I still think I saw you somewhere.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted empathetically, “Oh, wait a minute. Weren’t you in an automobile accident? Yes, you were. I remember now. I remember seeing you in the car.”
“Did you see that smash?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn was somewhat surprised now.
“Yes. I was walking along the street. If your husband was the one that was driving that car, he’s worth waiting for.”
“Him?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn asked contemptuously, “He’s good looking, but he’s a sap. The other one was my husband. His name is Naåīmuddīn. He is worse. What do you do anyway, if you don’t mind that it isn’t my business?”
“Oh, it’s all right. I chairperson quite a group of companies. In fact, I own quite a number of stocks even in HVSI Group of Companies. Durgesh is my live in relationship partner too.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn said wistfully,
“Allah, God, you are that big authority? Sorry, I couldn’t recognize you before. It’s an honor to share my table with you. Please forgive me if there was any unknown rudeness in my behavior. I’m honored. Thanks for the kindness shown to me. I’m a nobody in comparison to you. Allah, I can’t believe that I’m sharing my table with the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Thank you. Aren’t you exaggerating?”
“I’m sure I’m not. Allah, it must be nice to be in business for yourself and be independent. If I’d started in working and got some real business experience, I might have had something to look forward to, instead of this racket.”
“Racket?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked somewhat surprised now.
“Sure, I’m a hostess here.”
“In Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked incredulously.
“Sure.”
“But you said you are a married woman?”
“Sure I am. So what?”
“Your husband knows that…”
“Knows that? Knows that? He is the one who brought me here.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn blurted out scornfully.
“Allah Allah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan exclaimed, “I can’t believe it.”
“He hates Hindus openly but actually he dies to cash Hindus’ everlasting infinite sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties.”
“And you still live with the bastard?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was indignant now.
“I haven’t any alternative.”
“Oh, I see.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t even if you want to. You can’t unless you’ve passed through it. It’s a lousy business.”
“Why don’t you leave it and get into something else?”
“How can I? My Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, is a criminal. I didn’t know it when I married him, but I know today very well how ruthless the beast is. He is criminally resourceful very much. He has his criminal political connections too. I can’t compete with him.”
“There are lots of jobs open to a woman who has a pleasant personality and good looks. Moreover, there are countless resourceful Hindus now who are always ready to help helpless Musalmān Beauties against their criminal/criminal minded Musalmān mankind. They have a life mission to obliterate crime and evil from entire human society.”
“If we Musalmān Beauties agree to join their bed.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn commented bitterly.
“Certainly not, if you don’t want to.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said strongly opposing Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
“I can’t believe you.”
“HVSI Movement is full of such Hindus. You can reach them anywhere.”
“And they wouldn’t be interested in sex with me ever?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Hey, you still want to be loyal to your bastard Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself asked Åādilah Salāħuddīn incredulously too.
“Certainly not.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said contemptuously.
“Do you want to lead a life of celibacy?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Life of celibacy?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled shrewdly, “I? Never. I can’t even imagine it. On the contrary, I need quite wild animal sex. Naåīmuddīn could never satisfy me sexually.”
“I see.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly too, “What about the utmost sexual beast Durgesh himself?”
“He isn’t available to me.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said bitterly.
“Nonsense, Durgesh is my live in relationship partner. I know him more than you do. Durgesh is available to every Musalmān Beauty if she is interested in Durgesh sexually.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Every one of us Musalmān Beauties today is interested in Durgesh sexually, I think.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said bitterly, “I know so many of them who are dying to have sex with your Durgesh. Yet, Durgesh isn’t available to them because he thinks having sex with them would not be ethical.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Åādilah Salāħuddīn scrutinizing her.
“Yes. You are right in the matter. Durgesh is more ethical than he loves to make love to us Musalmān Beauties.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled bitterly.
“There you are.”
“Durgesh hates to make love to us Musalmān Beauties if we are the wives, sisters and/or daughters of his Musalmān friends, wives or live in relationship partners. He also hates to make love to us Musalmān Beauties if there is a noticeable age difference between him and us. Damn him. The ever best Hindu sexual beast has his own morals.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed bitterly.
“And our ever liar ever incompetent ever impotent Musalmān mankind says Durgesh and other Hindus are immorally after us Musalmān Beauties.”
“Our ever liar ever incompetent ever impotent Musalmān mankind doesn’t want us Musalmān Beauties to get satisfied sexually ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said scornfully, “That’s why they have resorted to honor killings of us Musalmān Beauties who resort to Hindus.”
“Thanks Allah, thanks God that Shankar Mahāpralayankar has too resorted to illegal means even to punish such Musalmān criminals, the so called honor killers.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“There are some capable organizations of us Musalmān Beauties, some immensely capable movements of us that help Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his followers to protect them from so called legal conspiracies.”
“Yes,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said, “I’ve also heard of them, but…”
“Are you interested in joining any of them?”
“Well,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn hesitated somewhat.
“You can get Durgesh for yourself even,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Åādilah Salāħuddīn smartly, “if you really want to.”
“Not possible,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said sharply, “Durgesh is my father in law.”
“Real father in law?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, is a real son of Durgesh?”
“Certainly not, but what the hell difference does it make.”
“Lot of difference.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “It makes all the difference in the Multiverse we Musalmān Beauties need. Can’t you see? I am not Durgesh’s real stepdaughter. My Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, never married Durgesh. She is only a live in relationship partner of Durgesh. Durgesh claimed I was his stepdaughter. I never surrendered to his erroneous idea. I deliberately seduced him and today I’m Durgesh’s one of the most famous live in relationship partners. I think perhaps actually I’m Durgesh’s actual wife today.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dumbfounded and awe stricken altogether.
Chapter 36
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 34
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Chapter 34
I paused in my pursuit to allow her to undo my belt.
Quickly she got the belt undone and my pants unfastened and unzipped.
They fell right off of my skinny ass.
So, she proceeded to yank down my briefs.
My Uncut Hindu Cock bounced right out pointing right at her stomach.
My daughter in law, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, grabbed my Uncut Hindu rod and gave it a tender Musalmān stroke.
Then it was as if a light turned on in her mind.
She suddenly yanked her hand away and backed away from me.
Trying to sound composed, she yelped,
“Dad, we can’t do this, Allah, oh my God, you are my father in law!”
She turned to run back to her room.
She forgot that I had pulled down her pants and that they were around her knees.
I was turned on beyond belief and thought I knew that she was too.
I would not be denied sex with this Big Ass communal Musalmān Bitch.
She made it a couple of yards away before being entangled in the pants.
There she was with her back to me showing me those gorgeous purple panties covering her hot Musalmān ass.
I just couldn’t seem to stop myself as I reached for her catching her before she fell.
Then I pushed her savagely against the counter wedging her between it and me.
Devilishly I snapped,
“Listen bitch, we have come too far to stop now. You are mine now. You have consented to fuck me, you fucking big assed Musalmān slut.”
I sunk my teeth into the nape of her neck as I reached around and roughly juggled her C cup Musalmān titties in my Hindu hands.
As she squirmed to get away the rubbing of her silky Musalmān ass against my bare Uncut Hindu Cock only served to heighten her excitement.
Even then, immensely helpless tears now filled her extremely beautiful communal Musalmān eyes, as she pleaded,
“No we can’t do this, stop please. Besides being my father in law, you are an anti Muslim Hindu too. It’s a great sin for me to fuck you.”
I was stopping already.
But her communal behavior again made me furious beyond control.
Reaching for the clasp of her bra I quickly undid all three hooks and ripped the bra from her melons.
She kept on pleading and crying so I took the bra, and after discovering that it was not padded, stuffed the whole thing in her mouth to silence her objections.
She reached up to pull it out but yanking her hand away, I demanded,
“Leave it there, communal bitch, and come with me, Fucking communal Musalmān Cunt.”
Grabbing her by her hair, I dragged her to the dining room and shoved Åādilah Salāħuddīn down onto the table.
There Åādilah Salāħuddīn was spread out like a buffet before my eyes.
I didn’t know what I wanted to help myself to try first.
Maybe I should try those nice firm breasts or caress her sexy long legs.
But then the wet spot in those panties caught my eyes.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn, despite her communal protests, actually still wanted me inside her even more than me.
I reached over and gave them one hard tug and off they flew.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, as she had never seen such a nice fully extended Uncut Hindu Cock in her life.
Still, the communal Musalmān girl then clamped her legs tightly together trying to stop me from achieving my Hindu goal.
I lifted up one of her feet and she tried to keep the other one with it.
However, when I shoved her knee up to her shoulder the legs fell apart.
Now I had full access to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat.
I dove in savagely kissing up her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān honey.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn tried her best not to react but from time to time, her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt disobeyed her, as another stream of her honey would flow out.
After a couple of minutes, I stood up and aimed my Uncut Hindu Cock for her hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Pussy.
Violently Åādilah Salāħuddīn shook her extremely beautiful head telling me not to enter her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān box.
Ignoring Åādilah Salāħuddīn, I shoved both of her knees up to her shoulders, grabbed onto her perfect Musalmān boobies like handles and plunged my seven inch Hindu erection all of the way in, with one powerful Hindu stroke.
I slammed my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of Åādilah Salāħuddīn like a piston.
Our skin slapped together with the sound echoing off the walls.
Soon Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s extremely beautiful hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān buttocks were bucking up to meet my extremely powerful Hindu thrusts.
Her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt walls were squeezing the crap out of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Panting I asked her,
“If I take your bra out of your big mouth will you quit telling me to fucking stop?”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn thought about it for a second as her extremely beautiful hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān buttocks rammed against mine again.
Then moaning she finally shook her promise of cooperation.
Ramming together harder and harder sweat was pouring from our bodies.
Yanking the bra from her extremely beautiful communal Musalmān mouth, I threw it halfway across the room.
Catching a glimpse of her ample thigh, I decided it would be fun to give it a squeeze.
The action was so sexy and Åādilah Salāħuddīn let out a moan of apparent enjoyment.
Loving the feeling of my Hindu actions, and knowing that her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass was mine now, I just had to change positions.
I pulled out of Åādilah Salāħuddīn, grabbed her by the hair and not so gently helped her to the floor placing Åādilah Salāħuddīn on all her fours.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn didn’t have time to object as my Uncut Hindu Cock was back in her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān twat immediately pounding away.
My Hindu balls slapped her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān thighs as I rammed my communal Musalmān ‘daughter in law’, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, harder and harder.
She squealed when I began smacking the shit out of her rump.
Smack after smack landing squarely on her fat hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass.
She winced the first few times that my bare Hindu groin made contact.
Just a few swats of my strong Hindu groin resulted in her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass beginning to turn pink.
Shortly, Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s squeals of pain were replaced by low moans of what I thought was pleasure.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was throbbing inside of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān twat and I could feel her vaginal muscles now constricting around my Hindu shaft.
I demanded sharply,
“Hey, hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān bitch, you are enjoying this ashvinātam fuck. Aren’t you, you fucking hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān slut?”
While continuing her spanking with my Hindu groin, I grabbed my new hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān slut’s hair and yanked back her head.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn was breathing heavily as her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān buttocks turned redder and redder from my nonstop Hindu assault.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn groaned out, ultimately,
“Oh yes, fuck me, come on, you Hindu scoundrel, Musalmān daughter in law fucker Hindu, Musalmān Bahū Begam chod Hindu, fuck me harder.”
My blood was boiling as I replied,
“Oh so now you like what I am doing you fucking hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān bitch. Do you want me to shoot my Hindu load in your horny little hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Pussy?”
With her face turning red to match her ass from the strain of the exercise Åādilah Salāħuddīn snapped back,
“Allah, God damn it, yes, give me that stuff; fill me up with all you have got. Damn it, fuck me harder! Now you have invaded my Īmān already. Go ahead and complete the invasion entirely. It doesn’t make any difference now whether you shoot into me or not.”
I knew now that Åādilah Salāħuddīn was hot as hell and would agree to anything so I momentarily stopped my thrusting and cursed,
“So, hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān bitch, you want my Hindu cum that wasn’t good enough for you ten minutes ago. If I make a deposit in this hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt your fucking body is mine whenever I want it. Your fucking hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt, ass boobs anything I want or anything I want you to do is mine. Do you understand slut?”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn thrust her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass back at me trying to swallow more of my Uncut Hindu Cock and sensually whispered,
“Allah, Oh God, fuck, yes you can have me anytime. Just get busy and get that fucking Hindu thing moving again. I am yours now forever. Okay? Now fuck the shit out of me, ‘dad’.”
She called me ‘dad’ sarcastically however.
Letting go of her hair I grabbed her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān buttocks and pummeled her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Pussy mercilessly.
My conquest dropped her shoulders to the floor and began frigging her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān clit.
My stroking became a blur as the smell of hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt filled the room.
I was getting closer and closer to cumming as the sensations were overwhelming me.
The lusty hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān bitch was thrusting her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass back at me causing her butt cheeks to fall apart putting her little Musalmān asshole on display for me.
I couldn’t resist the temptation as I yelled,
“You hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān bitch you are mine, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh God. My fucking hot Musalmān slut, I’m cumming, ugh yes!”
As the words came out of my mouth so too did my Hindu spunk filling up my communal Musalmān daughter in law’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān twat with my hot Hindu seed.
I have no idea how many times she came but we were thoroughly soaked in our juices that seemed to be running everywhere.
As she started to lie down, Åādilah Salāħuddīn cooed,
“Oh fuck, that was something else. I’ve never been fucked like that before. Hindu scoundrel, you really deserve the praise from the Musalmān Beauties:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
My Uncut Hindu Cock was still rigid as I grabbed Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s hips to stop her from falling to the floor.
I was still on fire even though this was one of my most memorable fucks, but her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass seemed to be demanding more attention.
So harshly yanking her back on to my knees I calmly demanded,
“My big ass hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān bitch you ain’t finished, yet.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn looked back at me over my shoulder with a questioning expression on my face.
Then a look of understanding seemed to come over her along with resignation to whatever I was about to do.
Propping herself up Åādilah Salāħuddīn tried to prepare herself for my next move spreading her legs slightly evidently anticipating I was going to fuck her again.
As I put my Uncut Hindu Prick against her extremely beautiful hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān asshole, Åādilah Salāħuddīn pleaded,
“No not there, please.”
I pushed the tip of my soft Hindu head against her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān rim and told Åādilah Salāħuddīn,
“Åādilah Salāħuddīn, my communal Musalmān bitch, you don’t have a choice in the matter. Now shut up and take it unless you want your bra shoved back in that big communal Musalmān mouth of yours, once more.”
It was apparent that whether she admitted it or not Åādilah Salāħuddīn really liked, rather loved immensely, the rough treatment.
Naåīmuddīn never treated her thus.
It was her first time, her ambitions and fantasies were being fulfilled now.
It was shamelessly written in her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and face now that Åādilah Salāħuddīn hated her Musalmān husband for it and loved me now exclusively.
Naåīmuddīn treated a masochist communal Musalmān woman well, nice, and lost her to me forever.
The biggest mistake Naåīmuddīn did in his life.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn was a masochist.
Naåīmuddīn could never understand.
I didn’t know whether Åādilah Salāħuddīn had been fucked up the ass before so I decided to proceed, at first anyway, slowly with her anal penetration.
As the head popped in, Åādilah Salāħuddīn gasped and cried out,
“Allah Oh God, Durgesh, please, your fat Uncut Hindu Cock hurts, take it out. I’ll do anything else; fuck, it hurts.”
Even though I had promised to stuff her mouth if she kept up the talking I let her be and stop my thrust for a couple of seconds allowing time for her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān asshole to get used to its Hindu invader.
Then giving her rump another swat with my Hindu groin I pushed in just a little deeper, then a little deeper.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn moaned out as she tried to relax her anal muscles to allow me inside.
After several pushes, finally I was balls deep in Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s tight hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān butt hole.
Slowly I pulled out and pushed back into her cavern.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s moans slowly turned into moans of immense ashvinātam pleasure.
Now confident that my Uncut Hindu Cock was welcome and she could handle it I gave her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass several swats with my Hindu groin and began furiously pummeling her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān rectum.
Hearing her tits slap together with each thrust I reached around and grabbed one smashing it against my chest eliciting a soft cooing of encouragement.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn arched her back and wiggled her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān ass and hollered,
“Muslimāt fucker Hindu, can’t you fuck me any harder than that, Allah, God damn it. They say you are the ever-best Muslimāt fucker Hindu. Aren’t you?”
Sweat was pouring from my forehead as I answered,
“So hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān bitch, you like it rough, huh? You ain’t seen nothing yet!”
Now, I pounded her extremely beautiful hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān ass as hard as I could, thrust after thrust.
I was getting close to cumming again as I reached around Åādilah Salāħuddīn and latched hard onto both of her boobs.
Furiously I squeezed, pinched, and yanked her melons.
My Uncut Hindu Prick exploded in Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s anal depths as we fell apart.
My dick came out of her tight hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī communal Musalmān asshole making a popping noise as it came out of her.
I was about to have Åādilah Salāħuddīn clean off my Uncut Hindu Cock with her mouth when we heard the slamming of a car door in the driveway.
Like a shot, we bolted up running around the room gathering up clothing.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn ran to the bathroom while I marched proud happily to my bedroom.
I emerged from the bedroom before the front door opened hoping we hadn’t left any buttons lying around in plain sight.
The rest of the evening went on as if nothing had happened.
However, when I climbed in bed with my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir, that night she got the best fuck I had given her in a long time.
I don’t know if our activities made a difference that night for the big ass hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān bitch, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, and Naåīmuddīn or not.
However, enjoying my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir, I was too much happy and proud of myself.*
After I got home from work the very next night, I spotted Åādilah Salāħuddīn in the kitchen.
My wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir, and her son, Naåīmuddīn, were sitting in the living room watching the news.
I jabbed my fist between her legs, nearly lifting her up, as I pushed into the crotch of her blue jeans.
Lustfully I asked,
“How the fuck is my slutty hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt doing?”
Surprised at my boldness Åādilah Salāħuddīn looked over at me in shock.
She gave my hand a swipe trying to dislodge it from her privates.
Coolly she whispered,
“My hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Pussy is doing just fine, a little sore, but fine. However, are you crazy? They are just in the next room. Please, quit it.”
I knew she was right but merely wanted to make Åādilah Salāħuddīn fully aware that I intended on carrying through with my promise of using Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān body anytime I wanted to.
So just as coolly, I whispered back,
“Not until you yank the fuck out of my Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Without any hesitation, Åādilah Salāħuddīn grasped my Uncut Hindu Pecker through my trousers and gave it a couple of soft strokes.
Then wrapping her fingers around it, Åādilah Salāħuddīn tried to yank it to the floor.
An audible gasp came from me as I let go of my crotch.
I looked up to see my scampering to the living room to sit beside her ever-incompetent Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, the entirely unashamed criminal.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled on her success.
Poor Durgesh!
The Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt thinks he has compelled Åādilah Salāħuddīn to submission.
He doesn’t know it was actually exactly opposite.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn was constantly trying to get rid of her ever-criminal ever-incompetent Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn.
She herself wanted to switch over to the Hindu ever-young man.
However, she was afraid of my morals.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn deliberately managed to exhibit her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to me to seduce me.
Her act that she fought with me for her honor, was also beautifully pre planned.
Thanks Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She approached Åādilah Salāħuddīn herself to advise her how Åādilah Salāħuddīn could get me.
An expression of bitter disillusion on Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s features had made her seem suddenly old then.
All about her was the gaiety of the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, a forced, hectic hilarity, amusement, that needed the constant flow of alcohol to keep it at the high level that would declare dividends for the management.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Hello,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled at Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
One of the waitresses hovered cautiously in the distance, waiting for a signal from Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
The place didn’t encourage scenes.
“Good evening,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said with chilling formality.
Damn Naåīmuddīn.
He can’t get any scheme blossom without her help.
It was Åādilah Salāħuddīn that had managed her honor even until now.
It wasn’t easy for a Musalmān Beauty to be a hostess in a Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and still keep her honor intact…
For me, this brief encounter had served its purpose.
I knew Åādilah Salāħuddīn would be my slut for the taking.
She needed my Uncut Hindu Cock more than I needed to fuck her.
It wasn’t even an hour later that my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir, and her son, Naåīmuddīn, volunteered to go out and pick up some takeout food.
I knew just exactly what I wanted to eat and I had 25 minutes to get it before they returned with dinner.
Therefore, as soon as the front door closed, I called Åādilah Salāħuddīn into the living room.
I forcibly demanded,
“Big ass communal Musalmān bitch, get over here and drop your drawers.”
Dutifully she walked over to the couch where I was sitting, unfastened her jeans and pushed them halfway down her legs.
I could already smell her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Pussy but I wasn’t after it now.
I grasped her hips and pulled her sexy green panties against my face.
The panties fit extremely tight so it was a struggle peeling them down her massive rump but I wasn’t disappointed in what I saw.
This was my first opportunity to examine her communal Musalmān ass really carefully, when I wasn’t absolutely out of control with passion.
It was absolutely perfect.
Her twin pillows were huge and perfectly round.
They stood out like a pair of large watermelons with absolutely no sag.
Running my fingers softly over the surface a tingle went up her spine.
I couldn’t believe how baby soft the communal Musalmān skin was.
My eyes caught a glimpse of a pair of dimples on her right cheek that looked like snakebite.
On her left cheek, she had a single dimple right in the center of her cheek and there was a two inch jagged scar right below it.
Running my finger softly over it I asked her,
“Where the hell did you get this scar?”
Embarrassed Åādilah Salāħuddīn answered me,
“Your dirty incompetent Musalmān son, Naåīmuddīn, did that to me. We were fucking in the park and he rolled me over onto a piece of broken glass neither of us had noticed.”
Naturally, that was where I began kissing that big extremely beautiful gorgeous communal Musalmān ass.
I started soft and gently to make it all better.
However, soon, I was re-ignited and was kissing every inch of my rump without any restraint. Getting quickly into it.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn began grinding her rump in my face until I caught her heavy Musalmān buttocks and dove my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Musalmān crack.
I worked my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down in her deep Musalmān crevice tasting her sweet Musalmān skin on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Knowing time was limited, and that this was just the first course I worked my Uncut Hindu Prick to her tiny rosebud.
I swirled the tip of my Uncut Hindu Prick around the ardent Musalmān rim before stabbing it at the hole.
It was extremely tight and I had trouble getting into her Musalmān ass hole.
After a minute, or so, the opening began to give way and I was able to get my Uncut Hindu Prick halfway in.
Meanwhile, my hands were working on her erect Musalmān tits and clit.
My back door action was turning Åādilah Salāħuddīn on.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was trying to penetrate her gorgeous wonderful Musalmān ass again.
I couldn’t believe how wonderful her Musalmān ass was as I penetrated Åādilah Salāħuddīn hard.
My Uncut Hindu Pecker needed attention and time was running out.
“Oh fuck, suck me,” I suddenly spurted out as I gave her butt a swat.
In seconds, Åādilah Salāħuddīn was on her knees with my Hindu manhood in her Musalmān hands.
Tenderly she stroked it and juggled my Hindu balls.
She flicked my peephole with her Musalmān tongue before capturing the head between her lips.
I heard a loud gulp then her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth swallowed up my entire seven inches Uncut Hindu Prick.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s vacuum action was top notch.
I was glad that my Uncut Hindu Pecker was firmly attached or she might have swallowed it down her throat.
Moaning I leaned my head back against the couch.
As Åādilah Salāħuddīn continued her masterful blowjob, I entangled one of my hands in her hair as if guiding my head.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s sucking was so great that there was no way in hell that I was going to ruin it by interfering with the bobbing of her head on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Instead, I reached my other hand down to her cantaloupe size tits and began squeezing and playing with them through her blouse and bra.
There was no time to rip off her clothing right at that moment but I surely wanted too.
I didn’t warn Åādilah Salāħuddīn, when I was about to cum as I was out of breath.
My balls tightened and load after load of my sticky Hindu seed shot into her hot Musalmān mouth.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn didn’t stop sucking me until I was limp and felt like I might piss.
Looking at my watch, I decided there wasn’t time for anything else as badly as I wanted to pummel her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Using all of the self-restraint I could muster I pulled up my pants and Åādilah Salāħuddīn went into the kitchen to pour drinks for dinner.
About five minutes later my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir, and her son, Naåīmuddīn, showed back up with a virtual feast of good things to eat.
I was glad we hadn’t tried to squeeze in a hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Communal Musalmān Cunt penetrating.
Nothing more happened that night.
Chapter 35
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 33
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Chapter 33
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Lubnā Åālamgīr
Durgesh Ħanīfah Arbāz
Durgesh Åādilah Salāħuddīn
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dipped her finger in and out three times, and as I zoomed the view back out, I smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, her head tilted back.
“That’s a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex goddess,” I grunted.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, smiled at me and clinched her already tightest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal grip around my ever undefeatable, ever insuperable, ever insurmountable Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped forward into the shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, watching the hot water sluicing down the curves of Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s beautiful Musalmān body.
“Come on, you ever hottest Musalmān Sex goddess, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad. Do it.” I winked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad turned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall.
I smiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks rested on the shower floor.
I could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, her asshole, tits and face and I felt my heart lifted in excitement.
“Go on. Get busy.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb called.
“Lubnā Åālamgīr, don’t forget Durgesh and Ħanīfah Arbāz are going to be here soon,”
Lubnā Åālamgīr headed to her room.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb went on to say,
“You need to clean up your room so we can put a mattress on the floor for your cousin.”
“Yes Ammī,” Lubnā Åālamgīr called back, repressing a sigh.
It wasn’t that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t like having her Hindu Stepfather and cousin around.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had actually been looking forward to seeing us.
It was just that growing up Lubnā Åālamgīr and I had always seemed to Lubnā Åālamgīr that we liked spending time with each other more than Lubnā Åālamgīr did.
It wasn’t as if we ignored Lubnā Åālamgīr.
We let Lubnā Åālamgīr hang out with us, and everything.
Nevertheless, Lubnā Åālamgīr often got the feeling that she was intruding somehow.
The way her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had been going on about our visit just reminded Lubnā Åālamgīr of those feelings of being left out.
Lubnā Åālamgīr sometimes mentally blamed it on the age difference.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was about two years younger than Ħanīfah Arbāz was.
Yet it wasn’t such a big deal these days.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was eighteen and Ħanīfah Arbāz was twenty.
It was not as significant a gap as when Ħanīfah Arbāz and Lubnā Åālamgīr were younger.
There was nothing Lubnā Åālamgīr could do, at this point, though.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I had been really close when Ħanīfah Arbāz was growing up and had moved into an apartment together after Ħanīfah Arbāz’s high school.
There was just no way Lubnā Åālamgīr could compete with Ħanīfah Arbāz.
Still, it would be nice to have us around for a few days.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I didn’t live particularly far away.
Nevertheless, it was far enough that Lubnā Åālamgīr hardly got to see Ħanīfah Arbāz anymore.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had been toying with the idea of finding a place closer to Ħanīfah Arbāz when she moved out.
Being eighteen and almost done school all Lubnā Åālamgīr could think about was finally getting a place of her own, even if it was just a tiny apartment somewhere.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was distracted enough by her thoughts and cleaning up that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway until Lubnā Åālamgīr happened to turn around.
I was leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed just watching Lubnā Åālamgīr.
“Allah, Allah, oh my God, Durgesh, how long have you been standing there?” Lubnā Åālamgīr demanded.
“A Couple of minutes,” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr never called me ‘Dad’.
She hated me actually that her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had left her Abbū to live in relationship with me.
Well, she never hated her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, for it.
However, Lubnā Åālamgīr never accepted me even her Stepfather.
She always called me ‘Durgesh’.
Most of my Musalmān stepdaughters did the same.
Well, it was natural also.
Wasn’t it?
They were adult yet they were not mature enough to understand the interpersonal relationship between a man and woman/women optimum.
Their adulthood could give them legal rights only, not the knowledge, experiences and understanding derived.
I had an amazing poker face when I wanted to, and I was giving no indication of what I was thinking.
Even though Lubnā Åālamgīr couldn’t read my face, Lubnā Åālamgīr decided I probably wasn’t up to anything.
I must have just wanted to see how long it would take her to notice me.
Lubnā Åālamgīr stepped into my arms as I opened them for Lubnā Åālamgīr and we hugged.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lingered a little longer than she usually would have.
It had been a while since her last boyfriend and the contact with a guy felt good, even if I was her Hindu Stepfather.
“Where’s Ħanīfah Arbāz?” Lubnā Åālamgīr asked, finally releasing me.
“Downstairs, still talking.” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave me a light shove and I backed up, letting Lubnā Åālamgīr past me in the hallway.
Lubnā Åālamgīr turned the corner to find Ħanīfah Arbāz just reaching the top of stairs.
“Ħanīfah Arbāz!” Lubnā Åālamgīr hurried the last few steps and threw her arms around her.
“Hey Lubnā Åālamgīr,” she replied.
She pushed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to arm length after a moment and looked her up and down.
“You’re getting bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave her a confused look,
“I don’t think I’m any taller since last time you were here.”
“I meant your boobs. They seem bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr blushed and made sure I wasn’t within earshot.
After all, I was not her stepfather for her.
Instead, I was a communal sexual Hindu for her that has succeeded in breaking countless Musalmān homes by snatching away extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives from their Musalmān husbands.
How those extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives were suffering from their Musalmān husbands’ unjustified behaviour with them, wasn’t important to her at all.
Being Just Eighteen Just Adult only, Lubnā Åālamgīr was unable to understand interpersonal relationship optimum.
Yet, she didn’t understand her incapability in the matter too.
“Yeah, they’ve been growing some.” Lubnā Åālamgīr said blushing very much.
“They look nice.”
Ħanīfah Arbāz’s last comment confused Lubnā Åālamgīr a little, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t worry about it for too long.
She followed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to her room and sat down on the bed cross-legged.
Ħanīfah Arbāz loved talking and she kept Lubnā Åālamgīr entertained while Lubnā Åālamgīr finished cleaning up the room.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled at me.
“Sit down, please.” I also smiled at Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, “Welcome at Ashvinātam in Ved Nagar. It’s not so many Musalmīn want to see me after their Musalmān Houseladies break their home for me. Thanks for seeing me even after your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, broke your home for me.”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled gravely.
“Thanks for seeing me and offering me a seat.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Thank you. I think Ummat-e-Muslimah is suffering from degeneration nowadays.”
“Ummat-e-Muslimah?” I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gravely, “Ummat-e-Muslimah only?”
“You don’t agree with me?”
“On the contrary, I agree with you completely, Maulānā Muħtarim.” I said, “In addition, I think every society nowadays is suffering from degeneration, not only Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Hindu Society too?” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr watched me cagily.
“Hindu Society too.”
“Well, I thought you are an utmost successful Hindu leader.”
“Sure, I am. Sure, I am. Yet, I am Not a communal Hindu.”
“Do you think I am a communal Musalmān?”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prudently.
I never expected such a direct question from him.
I smiled.
“Does it make any difference in the matter you came to me to discuss about?”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr didn’t answer my question directly.
Instead, he smiled too,
“I presume you think I’m a heel or impotent.”
“It’s a temptation to answer that question in detail. That’s not an auspicious, a positive beginning.”
“So, in addition to other things, my wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, has told you that I’m a negative person too?”
“Have you come to me to discuss your wife with me?”
“Certainly not if you are afraid to discuss her with her still legal Musalmān husband.”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr astutely.
“Why do you want to discuss her with me?”
“Because I want to clear my own position.”
“Does it make any difference?”
“Not to you, not to my wife, but to me.” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr also watched me circumspectly now.
“I see. How?”
“I’m sure she has portrayed me black in your eyes.”
“Every woman, who leaves her husband, does it.” I said gravely, “Even the most unfaithful wife never advises her lover, she is guilty of anything. What’s different there if Jamīlah Aurangzeb also resorted to the same line? You certainly don’t think me such a fool to believe her every word against you.”
“Why not? She is extremely beautiful. I know the power of an extreme Musalmān Beauty, rather Musalmān Beauties, on you ever sexual Hindus.”*
That night, after putting on her nightshirt, Lubnā Åālamgīr settled in on the far side of her bed and waited for Ħanīfah Arbāz to get back from the bathroom.
They had gotten the mattress set up for her, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t think she would actually use it.
They always slept together in her bed when Ħanīfah Arbāz stayed over, it had plenty of room and neither of them had a problem with sharing.
Her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, didn’t seem to understand that though and Lubnā Åālamgīr had given up trying to argue the point with her.
Ħanīfah Arbāz closed the door and turned off the light before walking over to the bed and climbing in beside Lubnā Åālamgīr.
They stayed up for a while just talking and giggling before eventually falling asleep.
Lubnā Åālamgīr woke sometime early in the morning.
She found that she had rolled onto her side facing away from Ħanīfah Arbāz.
She also found that at some point Ħanīfah Arbāz had curled up behind Lubnā Åālamgīr and draped her arm across her.
Lubnā Åālamgīr thought about shifting or waking her up, but it actually felt kind of nice and it wasn’t doing any harm.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lay there for a while feeling the warmth of Ħanīfah Arbāz’s body wrapped around herself, before drifting off again.
When Lubnā Åālamgīr awoke the second time, the sunlight was beginning to pour through the window and Lubnā Åālamgīr knew she had to get up soon.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gently lifted Ħanīfah Arbāz’s arm and started to slide out, trying not to wake her.
“Mmph, don’t go, you’re so cuddly,” Ħanīfah Arbāz mumbled.
She freed her arm from Lubnā Åālamgīr’s grasp and wrapped it back around her waist, holding Lubnā Åālamgīr tight.
“I gotta go to University Ħanīfah Arbāz,” Lubnā Åālamgīr said, tugging at her wrist.
“Just five more minutes.”
“Ħanīfah Arbāāāāāāāz−,” Lubnā Åālamgīr whined.
“Okay, okay.” She pulled her arm off Lubnā Åālamgīr and let Lubnā Åālamgīr crawl over her to get off the bed.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had a quick shower and grabbed some toast before just barely catching her bus.
University was predictably tedious, made worse that day because Lubnā Åālamgīr actually had a reason to want to get home afterward.
The main thing that kept Lubnā Åālamgīr from completely giving up on it was the knowledge that Lubnā Åālamgīr only had to get through a few more months and then Lubnā Åālamgīr was done.*
Life around home had gotten rather routine, in spite of the fact that her daughter and son both were also staying with her family.
About two weeks ago, something happened that changed her life forever.
It was a cooler summer evening and I was lying in the bedroom listening to some classical music I loved very much.
As far as I knew, my wife, my live in relationship partner, was doing a crossword puzzle in the other room and everyone else was gone doing their own things.
Ultimately, I decided to get myself a glass of juice from the kitchen.
Picking up my dirty socks, I threw them in the hamper as I walked past it on the way to the front of the house.
Approaching the dining room, I could see into the kitchen.
Then it caught my eye; growing bigger and bigger with every step I took.
Soon it was all that I could see.
It took up my whole visual field and caused my Uncut Hindu Cock to get instantly harder.
It was a giant ass in a pair of intense green sweat pants.
The pants were just tight enough that they formed the outline of both cheeks perfectly pushing deeply into that wonderful ass crack.
She was bent over the counter pushing out her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass invitingly.
I didn’t know, or care, what she was doing.
I just had to play with that big Musalmān ass!
It was firm enough that it stood up on its own; no sagging at all.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I just had to fuck the owner of that wonderful Musalmān ass.
Yes, yes, I doubtlessly have my morals.
Nevertheless, no morals stop a Hindu not to fuck a Musalmān Beauty if she is available to him and Hinduism/ Ved doesn’t prohibit him from doing it.
Now I was within reach and pondered her next move only for a couple of seconds before swinging into action.
Quickly I grabbed the elastic waistband of the sweat pants and gave a hearty downward yank.
It took a second yank as the front got caught between the counter and her magnanimous body.
Freed of that monster Musalmān ass the pants fell to her knees revealing a sexy pair of brilliant purple bikini XL panties.
My heart fluttered out of control.
Within a single second, I lifted my hand and gave that huge Musalmān bum a hard swat.
She made a little grunt.
Instantly I gave her a second swat twice as hard as the first.
This time she let out a loud squeal.
As I began, swinging my arm down full force for a third swing it came to me that my wife didn’t own any purple panties and in fact hated the color purple. And furthermore, that squeal sure didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind that my wife had said she had to go out for the evening and was only working on the crossword puzzles until it was time to leave.
Looking up her body, I realized that this was in fact my ‘daughter in law’, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, whom I was spanking.
Yes, Naåīmuddīn wasn’t my real son.
Nevertheless, his Ammī, Āsiyah Nādir, was my live in relationship partner now.
The third swat hit with a thunderous sound as my hand bounced off my hot rump from the pure force of the swat.
Instantaneously careful now, I quickly drew back my hand.
I was even more vigilant when she swung around to face me and my Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching in my pants.
I couldn’t believe that I was still horny and that part of me wanted Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
However, I had enough composure hurriedly to blurt out,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m sorry I thought you were my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir.”
“You Hindu scoundrel, what do you think I don’t know you perfect? leave my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass alone. I perfectly know you are always after us Musalmān Beauties to fuck us.” she yelled as we were face to face inches apart.
Then she tried to slap the right and then left side of my face as hard as she could.
Already prepared for her such response, I held her arm before she could succeed.
“Bitch, I said I am sorry,” I snapped back and smacked both sides of her buttocks once again.
Why her buttocks?
I was certainly in obsession still now with her extraordinary incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
Even the awareness that she was my ‘daughter in law’, had couldn’t change my passion for her extraordinary beautiful buttocks.
Why?
She and her Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn always hated me openly that I had broken their home by snatching away, Āsiyah Nādir, from her duly married Musalmān husband.
They both were openly anti Hindu, criminal minded and immensely communal Musalmān.
“The fuck you are sorry, fuck head,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s face was red with anger.
Then again, I felt the nonstop attempts and potential sting of twin slaps across my face.
“You God Damn fucking communal Musalmān bitch,” I ranted slapping her buttocks even harder.
Our bodies were creeping closer together.
We could feel each other’s hot breath.
“You my Ammī fucking Hindu prick,” again she loaded to slap me.
I caught her hand again before the slap reached its target.
After a strange pause of about a second, our faces drew together with mouths wide open.
Before we knew what we were doing, we were engaged in the most passionate hungry kiss in the history of mankind.
Our hips now ground against each other.
“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I yelped as our lips parted for a millisecond.
“Yes, yes, I’m so hot, I am a Musalmān Beauty. Am I not?” my partner replied in the wildest of passion.
Hands traversed wildly over our bodies.
When I gave her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a firm Hindu squeeze she responded by grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pelvic bone hard against my Hindu erection.
Savagely she yanked open my shirt causing buttons to fly all over the kitchen.
Deciding what was good for her was good for me I returned the gesture and ripped her blouse open. Her buttons joined mine on the floor.
My hands grabbed her big Musalmān boobs through her bra and gave them a hard squeeze.
I was just about to reach around and unfasten the bra when I felt her hands on my belt.
Chapter 34
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 