1: Of my Musalmān friends
The rest of the afternoon flashed by in a blur and as we were to depart at seven the next morning, everyone was in bed by eight.
Lying in bed with my seemingly perpetually hard Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand, I hopefully waited for Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ to come to my room and finish what had nearly happened this afternoon, but she never came.
I had the window seat.
Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ was sitting next to me.
Ammī and her girlfriends were sitting together two rows back as the plane lifted off the runway and we settled back for the five-hour flight to Hawaii that would put us in there around ten in the morning.
Although there seemed to be something between Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ and I bubbling just under the surface, neither of us seemed willing to divulge the secret and bring it to the surface as I sat looking out the window and Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ leafed through a magazine.
As we flew along, I rested my head against a pillow and watched out the window as the occasional boat drifted along below us while the monotonous drone of the engines had a tranquilizing effect on me and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.*
Something woke me.
I don’t know what it was, but when I woke up I felt something resting on my shoulder and something soft and warm resting against my arm.
The faint smell of shampoo and delicate fragrance of perfume wafted across my nose as I slowly opened my eyes.
Turning my head slightly, I saw that it was Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ leaning against me with her head resting on my shoulder.
We were both covered with one blanket that she must have covered us with before she went to sleep.
Although I couldn’t see under the blanket, I came to the conclusion that the warm softness brushing against my arm must be her breast.
Alarm bells began to clang inside my head as I felt a sudden charge of electric excitement fire off in my Uncut Hindu Lund.
And it was then that I felt something resting on my thigh.
Her hand was resting on my thigh.
Resting on my thigh only a couple of inches from my rapidly hardening Uncut Hindu Cock.
My ever smart mind was reeling.
It was all so stirring.
The two of us intimately pressed together, touching.
I had never experienced a stronger feeling of love and compassion for My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ .
I could barely breathe or think.
I wanted to do something to show her how I felt, but I was cautious to move.
Cautious that if I did, I would break the spell and frighten her away.
Minutes passed as I sat trying to think of what to do.
Finally, I moved my hand which was resting on the seat between us.
As I did, I felt my trembling fingers brush against the warm smoothness of bare skin.
Should I dare try?
Should I touch her there and see how she would react?
I wanted to know.
I wanted to know if she felt toward me like I felt toward her.
But I was cautious.
Why shouldn’t I be even cautious?
My heart was pounding so hard, I knew that everyone in the plane could hear it.
I was cautious to breathe even.
I didn’t want her to wake up and find me groping her hot, little excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
My fingers were moving so slow, I thought it would take the rest of the flight for me to ever touch her there, but I couldn’t risk waking her.
Then my finger brushed the hem of her short skirt which had ridden up so high it was only a couple of inches below the luscious prize hidden under it.
Letting my fingers slip under the skirt, I slowly made my way higher and higher.
It seemed like hours before my fingers finally brushed against the soft, giving flesh between My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ ’s legs.
An electric current shot up my arm as I realized that my fingers were touching bare flesh.
Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ wasn’t wearing any panties!
Was it deliberate?
I thought I was going to pass out as all the blood in my brain went rushing down to my achingly-hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
I’d never been as hard recently as I was at this very Moment.
I thought my Uncut Hindu Lund was going to rip out of my short pants any second as I gently fingered the moist, soft folds of flesh between My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s legs.
Then, I don’t know if I imagined it or if it even happened, but it felt like My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s legs parted ever so slightly.
Then all of a sudden, the plane lurched, startling me and waking Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ.
As Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ jerked upright in her seat, I jerked my hand away from her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy, and I felt her hand bump against my Uncut Hindu Lund as she pulled her hand off my thigh.
“What was that?” I heard her ask as she looked around me to look out at the window.
As she did, the blanket fell down into her lap and I couldn’t help but notice how much her nipples were tenting her tee shirt.
They were definitely hard and swollen.
From arousal, I wondered?
What else from, if not?
“An air pocket, I guess—” I muttered, cursing whatever it had been that woke her.
Then she looked back at me and smiled.
“Did you have a good nap?” she asked.
“Yeah, uh, did you?”
“Yeah. I hope you didn’t mind me borrowing your shoulder. It looked so inviting and much more comfy than a pillow,” she said, reaching over and giving my thigh an intimate squeeze.
“No, use it anytime you feel like it,” I grinned, reaching over and giving her leg a soft grope just above the knee.
“It’s so nice being around you again, Durgesh,” she sighed. “It’s different now. Now that we’re both, you know, uh, grown up and all.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I was just thinking about that the other day. It really feels different than it did before . . .”
“I’m glad we’re going to get to spend this time together before we go off to University and stuff,” she smiled, giving my leg another little squeeze.
But this time I realized her hand had moved higher up my thigh.
And closer to my aching Uncut Hindu Lund.
And hell, it was deliberate.
We both seemed to be sparring with each other, neither having the courage to tell the other what was really on our minds.
I of course had the necessary courage.
But I wasn’t sure of her reaction.
I didn’t want to mess it up due to my impatience only.
I hadn’t another option, consequently, except to wait and watch.
The plane lurched again, banking as it began its descent down toward Honolulu.
At last, the plane landed and we disembarked.
It was one o’clock before we got out of the airport, had lunch and finally checked into our rooms.
Slipping into my bathing trunks, I stepped down the hallway to Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s room which was the room adjacent to mine.
Ammī and her girlfriends were staying in the room next to Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s.
Knocking on the door, I heard Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ holler out a “Who’s there?”
“It’s the big, bad wolf and I’ve come to eat you up,” I laughed, realizing that there was an awful lot of wishful thinking in the remark.
“Promises, promises,” Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ smarted back as the door came open and she stuck her head around it. “What do you want?” she asked me, standing keeping her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body hidden from view, I guessed that she didn’t have any clothes on.
“Oh, I just came over to see what you were doing,” I lied. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“I don’t have any clothes on,” she fussed, pushing the door a little more closed.
“Oh, that’s okay with me. I don’t mind,” I chuckled.
What happened next took me totally by surprise and I certainly wasn’t expecting it.
But regrettably I only had a couple of seconds to bask in the awesome splendor of her beauty before she stepped behind the door and partially closed it again.
“There—was that what you wanted?” she smirked.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , your fucking gorgeous,” I groaned as my poor, old Uncut Hindu Lund was still twitching and jerking from the electricity jolting through it.
“So what did you really want, Durgesh?” she smiled flirtaceously batting her big, blue eyes at me as I stood out in the hallway trying to catch my breath.
“Sālī, I was going down to the beach and I wanted to see if you wanted to tag along,” I told her.
“Sure, let me throw on a suit and I’ll meet you down there. The life guards might not let me on the beach dressed like this,” she giggled.
“They’d be crazy not to,” I mumbled, knowing that my face had to be the color of cooked beets.
“See yuh—” she snickered, closing the door in my face.
Seeing My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, naked was like my first visit to the optometrist and getting my first pair of glasses.
I’d seen her countless times in a bikini, but seeing her totally, bare-assed naked was almost like seeing her for the very first time.
Maybe I was just biased because she was My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , and all, but her big breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs with their dusky-pink areolas were far and away the prettiest pair of breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs I’d ever seen up close and personal, recently.
And my earlier assumption about the shaving of her mons had been re-confirmed, as it was as smooth and hairless as a baby’s behind.
She was fucking beautiful.
As I shuffled my way down to the beach, my ever smart Uncut Hindu Lund was so hard I could have driven railroad spikes into ties with it.
It was like I was a piece of flotsam caught in the swirling edges of a whirlpool and being slowly, but inexorably drawn toward the whirling core of the churning mass of passion and fervor that now seemed to exist between My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , and I.
Waiting for Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ to join me, I sat in a beach lounger watching all the pretty, scantily-clad Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān Beauties parading up and down the beach.
I was so horny I would have fucked any of them at the drop of a hat, but down deep inside I knew that there was one Musalmān Beauty that I wanted most of all.
And that Musalmān Beauty was My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ.
Suddenly I heard the tinkle of ice against glass and then found my vision blocked by a pair of tiny, soft hands as I felt a pair of breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs brush against my ears.
“Guess who—” I heard Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ giggle as I was enveloped in the fragrance of coconuts.
It smelled like she had taken a bath in sun screen.
And strangely, one of her hands was colder than the other one.
“Uh, Mae West?” I snickered, turning my head to the side slightly and kissing one of the majestic wonders straddling my head.
“Wrong—” Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ laughed, pulling her hands away from my eyes and stepping back away from me. “I guess you don’t win the prize.”
“And just what would that prize have been,” I asked her as she plopped down into the lounger beside me.
“Something you would’ve probably enjoyed as much as I would have,” she softly said as I saw her beautiful Musalmān eyes dart down to bulge of my rather obvious Hindu erection.
As her beautiful Musalmān eyes flitted back up to my face, I reached down and moved things around so that it wouldn’t be quite so obvious.
“You got a fake ID?” I asked her glancing at the drink sitting on the table between us.
“No, I made it myself,” she laughed.
“Better not let Ammī and her girlfriends catch you,” I grinned.
Her parents were pretty liberal about drinking and they had let her drink around the house after she was eighteen.
“They know,” she smiled.
“Oh, really . . .” I grinned back.
“So . . . what did you think? Did you like what you saw?” she smiled at me as she reached over and picked up the tall, skinny glass that she had placed on the table between us when she had sneaked up on me.
“Like it—I fucking loved it, pardon my French—” I told her, picking up my juice and taking a swig off it. “I think I’d like to see more of it,” I boldly flirted.
“Oh, you would, would you—” Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ flirted back, setting her drink back on the table and taking a quick look around the beach to see if anyone was looking.
Then before I knew what was happening, she reached down and pulled the top of her bikini up off her big, beautiful breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs.
“You mean like this?” she giggled making the dangling treasures jiggle and quiver in the bright, afternoon sunlight.
I was stunned as I gawked down at her Musalmān breasts in awe-struck adoration.
They seemed to be growing more and more beautiful every time I got to see them.
“Uh, uh, cover them up, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ,” I muttered, not wanting her too, but jealously not wanting anyone else to see them.
And especially not Ammī and her girlfriends, should they stumble upon us.
That would ruin everything if they knew what seemed to be going on between their daughter and me.
“What, you don’t want to see them anymore?” she fussed, pouting out her lower lip as she tugged the bikini back down over her Musalmān breasts.
“What if Ammī and her girlfriends saw you do that?” I groaned, staring down at her now-covered Musalmān breasts again as she picked her drink back up.
“They didn’t,” Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ said, taking a sip on her drink. “I think that they were busy doing something else,” she laughed. “I heard some weird, bumping sounds coming from their room just before I came down, so I think they were occupied with each other.”
“Ammī and her girlfriends?” I groaned, trying to picture the two of them in bed going at it.
This whole thing was getting crazier and crazier by the minute.
My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s father up in their room fucking while My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, and I were sitting out on the beach casually discussing it.
“Yeah,” she laughed. “They do it a lot, you know.”
“Pardon me?” I asked her, not believing what she had just told me.
“Yeah, I can hear them at night at home. They do it just about every night,” she smiled, taking a suggestive suck on the straw sticking out of her drink.
“Well, it’s not like they’re in their nineties or something, I guess. They’re only in their forties, so . . .” I mumbled, letting my eyes brush over her Musalmān breasts again.
“Whoops. Maybe I was wrong. Here they come now,” Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ said, looking over my shoulder and waving.
“Hi, Durgesh,” My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī called out as I turned and watched My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ trudging through the sand toward us.
“So what are you two doing?” Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ asked as they stepped up beside my lounger.
“Just hanging out,” I smiled, feeling a mischief spread out across my cheeks as the picture of them up in their room fucking flashed back through my spinning brain.
“You’d better put some more sun screen on,” My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, warned. “Your face looks like it’s already burned.”
“Uh, yeah, uh, I’ll do that—” I lied, trying to keep my eyes off My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī’s mountainous Musalmān breasts that were straining against her tiny bikini top that was having to work overtime to try and support the giants.
“We were just going to have dinner and wondered if you two wanted to join us,” she smiled, seeming oblivious to my dilemma.
“Uh, sure,” I said, pushing up out of my lounger.
Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ and I joined Ammī and her girlfriends for dinner which thankfully passed quickly.
I’d never really thought about Ammī and her girlfriends as, well as sexually active, but Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s revelation that “they do it a lot, you know” made me feel strangely uncomfortable around them.*
It had been a long day and my time schedules were all messed up.
Afghanistan, California, and now Hawaii, I didn’t know what time it was and a night of TV seemed preferable to floundering around on a dance floor in one of the many nightclubs sprinkled around Waikiki Beach.
As a group, we all rode the elevator up to our floor and made our way down to our rooms.
Then with promises to join together at breakfast tomorrow, we all made our ways to our rooms.
Pitching my room key card on the coffee table, I turned on the TV.
Kicking my loafers off, I plopped down on the couch, kicked my feet up on the coffee table and leaned back to watch TV.
It was Monday night and there wasn’t anything on worth watching except, strangely enough,Hawaii Five-0 and it didn’t come on for another thirty minutes.
Sitting on the couch absent-mindedly thinking back over the day, I couldn’t seem to get the image of naked extremely beautiful Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ out of my mind.
That brief but dazzling display of naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh had burned itself so deeply into my memory banks, I knew that if I lived to be a hundred I would remember every tantalizing detail of her exquisite body.
And then there had been the blatant display of her Musalmān breasts down on the beach.
That had taken me completely by surprise.
I was beginning to think that maybe Raħmān Sheikħ’s sweet, little Sister might be somewhat of a Uncut Hindu Prick tease.
Just then I thought I heard a soft tapping on my door.
It had been so soft, I didn’t know if I was imagining it or it had really been someone knocking.
Getting up to see, I heard it again only louder this time.
Was it Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ?
Or Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s parents?
Who else could it be?
Slipping the chain out of its slot, I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
A rush of excitement and expectation washed over me as I saw that it was Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ standing out in the hallway.
She was wearing the same pair of black, satin pajamas she had been wearing yesterday morning.
For some strange convoluted reason, that seemed to have been years ago, not yesterday.
“Hi, what’cha doing?” I heard her ask.
“Just watching TV . . . come on in?” I grinned, stepping back out of the doorway so she could step inside my room.
“Sure,” she said, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of her parent’s room.
Closing the door behind her, I slipped the chain back into its slot and re-locked the door.
“So what were you watching?” she asked me as she padded over to the little wet bar beside the small refrigerator sitting by the TV. “You mind if I make myself a drink?”
“Sure, go ahead and knock yourself out. I was just waiting for McGarret and Danno to come on,” I told her flopping back down on the couch and watching her make her drink.
The light from the lamp was smemering off her black satin pajamas highlighting every delightful curve and swoop of her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a Coke.
“Want me to refresh your juice,” she asked me as she filled a glass with ice cubes and then twisted the cap off one of the little bottles lining the back of the bar.
“Sure,” I grinned starting to get up to carry my juice over to her.
“I’ll get it,” she told me, turning and stepping toward me, rolling her hips with exaggerated gusto as she strutted back over to the coffee table.
As she did, I could see that the two top buttons on her pajama top were now unbuttoned as her big Musalmān breasts rolled and bobbled under the thin black satin.
And, as it was with my Uncut Hindu Lund, I could see that her nipples were swollen and stiff as they tented the smemering satin.
Leaning down, bending at the waist, she bent over to pick up my glass.
As she did, the laws of physics took over and the front of her pajamas billowed open revealing her beautiful, dangling Musalmān breasts.
Looking up at me, she smiled, pausing as I gawked down at the dangling Musalmān treasures while they gently bobbled and bumped against one another until at last, she stood back up and went swishing back over to the bar.
Finally, I had, had enough.
I had to tell her what I thought.
“Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, I hope that this doesn’t sound to forward or anything, but you’ve got the prettiest Musalmān breasts I’ve ever seen,” I mumbled.
“What did you say?” I heard her ask as she turned toward me making her breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs roll and sway down inside her pajamas.
“I said that you had the prettiest Musalmān breasts I’ve ever seen. They’re gorgeous.”
“Do you really think so,” she smiled and then turned to face away from me while she finished refreshing my drink.
“Yes, I do,” I inanely muttered, feeling a warm feeling spreading out over my cheeks.
Then when she turned back around, I saw that all four buttons on her pajama top were unbuttoned and the top was dangling down off her shoulders with about a three-inch gap between the unbuttoned edges.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, why are you teasing me this way?” I groaned, watching the opening fluttering open and shut as she sauntered back toward the couch.
“You want me to button it back up?” she asked, the look on her face suddenly serious. “I will . . . if you want me to.”
“No, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, but I have to know—what is all this leading to?” I asked as she melted down on the couch beside me and set both drinks down on the coffee table in front of us.
Then, to my stunned amazement, she reached down and picked my hand up from my lap.
Looking down, I watched as she eased my hand down under the edge of her pajama top.
A jolt of electricity fired off down in my Uncut Hindu Lund as my fingers brushed up against the warm, giving flesh of her breast.
“Touch it, Durgesh—” she whispered, gently pressing her breast against my hand as her hand curled around behind my head and pulled me to her.
Sparks popped and arced from the tiny expanse of skin when our lips touched.
My trembling fingers found the springy, hard jut of her nipple almost at the same time her tongue forced its way into my mouth.
My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it was going to burst out of my chest.
And the roaring in my ears became so loud, I thought I was going to pass out.
I had never experienced a level of excitement this intense recently.
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe.
All I could do was gently, lovingly caress the hard, rubbery nub pressing against my fingers as Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s hot, probing tongue swirled and whirled around inside my mouth.
Then as suddenly as it had begun it was over as Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ leaned back and scooted back down to the other end of the couch.
Stunned, I watched her pajamas top billow out as she reached back down in front of me to retrieve her drink.
“I can’t stand much more of this, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ,” I groaned.
“You want me to go back to my room?” she asked me.
“Just tell me what you want, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. That’s all I ask.” I was risking that I might lose everything if I rushed her into a decision.
“Oh, Durgesh, I don’t know what I want. I’m so confused. All this is so exciting and so, so taboo, but I’m afraid,” she sniffed as a big, glistening tear slowly trickled down her cheek. “You’re my brother’s friend and . . . oh, Durgesh it would be so wrong. It hurt so much the first time and I’m afraid it will hurt again. And what if someone finds out?”
I couldn’t decide what to tell her.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my whole life, but I would never do anything to hurt her.
It had to be of her own free will.
I wouldn’t coerce her into it.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so much in my whole life . . . but, I won’t do anything until you’re one hundred percent sure that it’s what you want to do,” I told her, wanting to take her in my arms and convince her that it would be okay.
But something, one last vestige of decency was holding me back, making me maintain my distance to leave the decision up to her.
“I don’t know what to do, Durgesh,” she told me, sniffing, wiping the back of her hand across her cheek to wipe away the tears and then taking a swig off her drink.
“Do whatever you want, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. Whatever you say, I’ll abide by it. If you say that you don’t want to . . . or can’t, I’ll understand. It is a big decision and I want you to feel comfortable with what you decide.”
“Durgesh, this is so hard. I thought it would be easy, but it’s the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make. I want you, uh, us to . . . so much, but what if it’s a mistake and we find out that we’re, we’re not right for each other? It’s not blackboard where you can just erase it and start all over again. Whatever we do, we’re stuck with each other. It’s not like we can just break it off and go our separate ways. We’re Hindu man and Musalmān Beauty, not boyfriend and Musalmān girlfriend. Either way, it’s final once we decide what we’re going to do.”
“You’ve got all week to decide, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. And if you haven’t made your mind up by then, well, there’s two months before University, and if that’s not enough time, we’ll be going to the same University. So time is not an issue here.” I explained to her. “I’ll wait for your decision before I do anything.”
Maybe if her mind was really into it and she realized that time wasn’t a factor, maybe it would help her make up her mind, I hopefully thought.
“This is not the way I planned it to end tonight, Durgesh,” Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ told me, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was supposed to be . . . supposed to be so different,” she said and I could hear the anguish in her voice.
Then as I sat watching, not knowing what to say or to do, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ brought her drink up to her lips, tossed her head back, finished it in one quick gulp and set her glass down on the coffee table.
I wanted to take her in my arms and end all this nonsense, but I couldn’t.
She had to do this on her own volition.
I would not coerce her into it.
“I’m really sorry, Durgesh,” I heard her sob as she sat buttoning her pajamas back up.
Then she pushed up onto her feet and almost ran over to the door.
It was over, I told myself as I watched her fumbling with the chain lock.
When it was undone, she grabbed hold of the doorknob and jerked the door open.
She started to step out into the hallway, but stopped.
As she turned back to face me, I could see the angst in her face.
As she stood there looking at me with tears streaming down her cheeks I saw her mouth the words, “I love you so much . . . I’m so sorry . . .” Then she was gone.
My brain was mush.
We had been so close, yet so far away from turning our coquetry into something else.
Turning it into the real thing.
But now it was done.
Our secret desires were all laid out on the table.
It was Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s turn to play her cards and see if we had a winning hand . . . or find out we’d just gone bust.
Getting up, I mindlessly shuffled over to the door, slowly slipped the chain lock back into its slot and locked the door.
I wanted to hit something.
Hit something and vent some of the annoyance I was feeling.
But I didn’t.
As I picked up our glasses to take them over to the sink, I noticed that something was missing.
Where was my key card?
I knew that I had tossed it on the coffee table when I had come back from dinner.
Bending down, I looked under the table thinking that it had somehow gotten knocked off while I had been watching TV.
But there was no card.
Where had it gone?
It was like a brick hitting me squarely between the eyes.
Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ?
Had Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ taken it?
And if she had, what was she planning to do with it?
Was she going to come back?
Was she going to use it to get back into my room later tonight?
A sizzle of expectant excitement shot through my Uncut Hindu Lund that had been slowly subsiding from its previous aching hardness.
What other explanation could there be?
Suddenly I was alive with anticipation.
But I had to be sure, I told myself as I dropped to my knees on the floor by the coffee table.
Bending down, looking under the table, I reached under it and swiped my hands from side to side searching everywhere, making sure that I hadn’t overlooked it.
There was no card!
It was gone.
She must have taken it.
Standing back up, I looked over at the door expecting to see her come stepping back inside with the card in her hand and a mischievous smile on her lips.
Then I saw the chain was locked.
If she did come back later, she wouldn’t be able to get in.
Stepping back across the room, I quickly unfastened the chain lock.
Smiling, I watched the little chain swing back and forth a couple of times before it came to rest dangling down from the lock.
This was all a little foolish, and dangerous, I told myself.
What if a burglar sneaked in?
He, or she could rob me blind.
But hoping that Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ might come back, it was a risk I was willing to take.
Flicking off all the lights except the little night light by the door, I hurried down to the bathroom.
I took the shortest, quickest shower in the history of mankind and Moments later; I was lying in my bed waiting.
Waiting to see what Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ had in mind.
The anticipation of her return had already worked its magic on my Uncut Hindu Lund which was lying on my belly, hard and stiff.
I was ready.
Ready to show Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ that making love didn’t have to be like it had been between her and that bastard, Muħammad Åbdullah.
I would show her how love was supposed to be.
I hadn’t been in bed more than ten minutes when I thought I heard something.
My heart was pounding so hard though; I could barely hear anything over it and the roar of blood coursing through my fevered brain.
Listening as hard as I could, I thought I heard the door being closed.
Was it Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ?
Or was it a thief?
There was no way to tell.
I would just have to wait and find out.
I couldn’t make anything out in the dark as I lay there waiting.
The only light was the light coming from the nightlight out by the front door and all that provided was the faint outline of the door in the dark of the room.
Then I saw the shadowy outline of a figure step into the doorway.
Even in the dim light, I could see that outline of the body was that of a Musalmān Beauty.
It was Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ.
I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest as I lay watching her standing in the doorway.
As I lay waiting, I realized that I had stopped breathing.
Taking a quick breath, I saw Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ hesitantly step into my bedroom and slowly make her way toward my bed.
The bale of cotton that had suddenly appeared in my mouth was so big you could have made a mattress out of it as I tried to swallow and found I couldn’t.
Finally, she was so close I could have reached out and touched her as I felt the bed shake when her leg bumped up against it.
“Durgesh . . .” I heard Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ whisper.
“Yes, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, I’m here,” I whispered back afraid to make a noise or touch her, afraid I would frighten her away.
“I came back,” she said in a low, husky voice that was quavering with emotion.
“Don’t be frightened,” I told her as I reached out to her. “I won’t hurt you . . . I promise,” I told her in the most soothing, soft voice I could find.
Then my fingertips brushed against her leg.
But it wasn’t warm skin I was touching.
It was the silky smoothness of nylon.
She was wearing nylons!
For some strange, bizarre reason, that made this all seem even more exciting than it already was.
What else was she wearing?
I had to see.
I wanted to see how she had come to me.
“Can I turn the light on? I want to see you. I want to see how beautiful you are,” I groaned.
But I didn’t have to move as I was suddenly blinded when the lamp on the nightstand by the bed flashed on.
Blinking my eyes, trying to get them to work again, it took a good five or ten seconds before I could see again.
When I could see I saw Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ standing by the bed looking down at me with a frightened, panicky look on her pretty face.
She looked terrified.
“Eīshān, God, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , you’re so beautiful,” I moaned, letting my eyes play down her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body as I lay looking up at her.
Her long, auburn hair was hanging down over her shoulders and her big, beautiful Musalmān breasts were bare, softly quivering in cadence with the rushed rhythm of her breathing.
As my eyes moved lower, I saw that she had a lacy, little garter belt wrapped around her waist with six long, elastic garters stretching down to the tops of her sheer, black hose.
Somehow, the black garters stretching down, framing her little, pink excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy made it seem even more vulnerable and delicate.
In the harsh glare of the light from the lamp, I could see that the fleshy, pink lips of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy were glistening wetly, covered with the evidence of her arousal.
And down below, her tiny feet were encased in a pair of black, patent-leather stilettos with at least four-inch spiked heels.
“Do I look silly dressed like this?” she asked in a trembling voice.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh, God, no, Honey, you look beautiful,” I groaned, reaching out, wrapping my arms around her hips and pulling her against me.
As I did, my lips quickly found the soft, moist succulence at the tip of her flat, firm belly.
Snaking my tongue out between my lips, I found the hard nub of her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit and flicked it.
“Oh, Durgesh,” I heard her groan as her hips twitched and she pressed herself against my face.
I wanted to taste her, to touch her like this, to smell her, but laying the way I was it was very awkward.
Leaning back away from her, I let go of her and grabbed hold of the sheet that was draped across me.
Flinging it back off me, I sat up and swung my legs off over the edge of the bed.
“It’s big—bigger than his—” I heard Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ gasp and I saw that she was staring down at my Uncut Hindu Lund as it jutted up from between my legs.
“I won’t hurt you, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ,” I whispered pushing up onto my feet in front of her.
Gently clutching hold of her waist, I shuffled us around until the backs of her long, curvaceous legs were pressed against the bed.
Then taking hold of her by the shoulders, I gently, but forcefully pushed her down onto the bed.
“What? What do you want me to do, Durgesh?” she asked me as she slowly melted down onto the edge of the bed. “Tell me what to do.”
“Lay down,” I whispered, continuing to force her down onto her back.
Finally she was lying sprawled out, half on and half off the bed with her butt resting on its edge.
Her long legs were stretched out in front of her, bent at the knees with the soles of her stiletto high-heels resting on the carpet.
As she lay looking up at me with that same frightened, panicky look in her beautiful Musalmān eyes, I slowly knelt down on the floor in front of her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs.
Reaching out, I gently slipped my hands down between her knees and began to push them apart.
Strangely, I felt the muscles in her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs tighten.
“What do you want me to do, Durgesh?” she asked in a quavering voice.
“Spread yourself for me, Extremely beautiful Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. Open yourself so that your Hindu lover can show his love for you,” I murmured feeling the resistance melt away as her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs slowly parted to bare the secrecy of her Musalmān Sex to me.
I was almost overcome by my love for My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , as the beautiful rose between her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs unfurled to expose the cream-filled furrow between the delicate, pink lips.
Leaning down, starting at her nylon-clad knee, I slowly kissed my way up her thigh toward the precious treasure that awaited the touch of my Hindu lips.
Softly nibbling and kissing, I made my way higher and higher across the expanse of soft, bare Musalmān skin between the top of her stocking and her waiting excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
Softly blowing, I let my warm breath wash over the wet, sticky folds of flesh.
I heard her gasp, her fingers digging down into the mattress as I felt her squirm.
Then, slipping my arms under her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs, I lifted them up and gently deposited them on my shoulders.
I could feel the backs of Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s stockinged calves and her high heels brushing against my back as I inhaled deeply and savored the heady, musky-sweet smell of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sex.
Leaning lower, I gave her oozing excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy a long, firm kiss, and then another, feeling her soft outer lips opening under my lips.
“Durgesh,” she softly moaned again and then made a surprised little noise as my Uncut Hindu Lund found her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit again.
Lashing the swollen nub with my Uncut Hindu Lund , I felt her shudder deeply as her fingers clawed deeper into the mattress.
As I rubbed, I felt the back of her heels dig into my back as she tried to find the leverage to press herself against my eagerly-rubbing Uncut Hindu Lund .
Burrowing my Uncut Hindu Lund into the excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy that I had been dreaming about ever since I had returned, I lost myself in the sweet, silky velvet of the soft, slippery flesh.
I could feel the heat emanating from the opening of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy as I probed it with my stiffened Uncut Hindu Lund .
Her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs were trembling, her cute, excellent, exquisite, firm, round, spectacular, smooth Musalmān thighs squeezing against my waist tighter and tighter as my Uncut Hindu Lund eagerly explored her soft Musalmān folds.
“Is it good,” I asked her, lifting my Uncut Hindu Lund long enough to murmur.
“Allah, yā Allah! God, yes,” she groaned out as I felt the erect, exposed little nub under my Uncut Hindu Lund .
The Moment I felt it, I let my Uncut Hindu Lund flutter, knowing exactly where to touch her to bring her the most pleasure.
Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ seemed lost in her own, little world as I heard a choked gasp waft down to my ears.
Her Musalmān ass was wriggling and squirming around so wildly I was afraid she might slip off the bed as I rubbed on the precious Musalmān delicacy between her trembling legs.
Chancing a look up, I saw that her big, flattened Musalmān breasts were heaving up and down with anxious, excited breaths, as her wide beautiful Musalmān eyes stared straight up at the ceiling.
Wanting to prolong her excitement and protract her pleasure, I slowed my Uncut Hindu Lund, giving her gentle, luxurious rubbing and felt her shudder as her beautiful Musalmān eyes drifted shut.
I exulted in the sheer Sexuality of it all, my own arousal throbbing and pulsating down between my legs as I burrowed my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper, swirling it lightly around her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit and then dipping it inside her.
Reveling in the sweet, tangy flavor that coated my Uncut Hindu Lund , I ran it from the top of her slit to the bottom, rubbing it from side to side, exploring every little nook and cranny of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
As I did, I was finding many sensitive spots judging from her shaky breathing and little gasps of pleasure.
I knew that I could do this forever and I never wanted to stop.
Letting my Uncut Hindu Lund slide deep inside her, I almost moaned, reveling in the heady flavor of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sex.
The sweet tartness of the nectar flowing from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot and the excited scent of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sex was filling my head and my mind as I swirled my now-slippery Uncut Hindu Lund over her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.
I heard another soft moan escape out from her lips as I slowly accelerated.
Rubbing the little bead out of its fleshy sheath, I vibrated my Uncut Hindu Lund on the tip and felt Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s hips lift off the bed while her heels dug into my back.
I could sense her finish was near as she strained against me, grunting and groaning with the effort.
Then, all of a sudden, her hips lurched as she grunted softly and gasped.
Her hips jerked several more times, twitching, lurching while I enjoyed deeply of the delicious nectar flowing from her contracting, dilating excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy on my Uncut Hindu Lund .
I lost track of time and didn’t know how long it had lasted for her, but finally another deep shudder spasmed through her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body and she slowly began to relax, her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body going totally limp, her breathing suddenly deep and labored.
Lingering between her outstretched legs, I gently rubbed her more before I slowly lifted my waist off her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sex and looked up to find her big, blue eyes looking down at me.
As they did, they had that unfocused, dreamy look in them that Musalmān Beauties have in their eyes after they come.
“Was it good for you, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ?” I softly asked as I eased her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs down off my shoulders and set her feet back down on the floor.
“Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh, it, it was the best one I’ve ever had,” she gushed. “Kiss me—
Struggling up to my feet, I stretched out my arms to support myself as I leaned down over her and found her rose-petal soft lips with mine.
As I did, I felt her hot, little tongue force its way into my mouth.
I thought I was going to pass out from all the blood pouring down into my steel-hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was so hard, it ached.
Finally, gasping for breath we mutually broke the kiss.
As we did, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ dug her elbows down in the mattress and using her elbows and the pointy heels of her high heels pushed herself back onto the middle of the bed to make room for me.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ?” I asked her, wanting her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my whole life, but wanting one last confirmation before the final desecration. “What do you want, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ? What do you want?” I frantically asked knowing that if I didn’t do something soon; my Uncut Hindu Lund was going to be wastefully spurting its creamy load out into the air.
“I want you to come inside me, Durgesh . . . I want to feel like a Musalmān Beauty again. I don’t want to feel like Muħammad Åbdullah’s slut. I want to be my Hindu lover’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lover,” she whispered, smiled, slowly running her hand down to her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy and fingering the lips of her hot, oozing excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy open. “Come inside your friend’s extremely beautiful sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh, God,” I groaned, dropping down onto my all fours over her.
Dipping my hips, I lowered my Uncut Hindu Lund down toward the tiny, forbidden opening between My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister; Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s outstretched legs.
Would it fit, I frantically wondered, staring down at the small opening as she pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund down until the big, goo-slathered head brushed up against the opening of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
She had said he hurt her.
And she had also said that I was bigger.
“Put it in, Durgesh, put it in me,” she gurgled out, lifting her hips and pushing her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy back against the tapered head of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Surely I was going to heaven for this, I told myself as I lowered my hips and pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund down into the strangling tightness of My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ ’s tight, almost-virgin excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
A frown etched her forehead as she strained back against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I’d never had an excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy as tight and wet as My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s recently, as I pushed into her forcing the evil creature down into the clinging Musalmān depths of her inviolate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.
Then suddenly, I felt the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān muscles encircling the opening relax and my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock went sliding down into the clutching tightness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot.
I couldn’t stop the plunge and my Uncut Hindu Lund went sliding down into the core of her Musalmān Beautyhood, stopping only when my hairy Hindu groin nudged up against her hairless, shaven Musalmān mons.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, I love you, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ —” I groaned out, grinding myself against her, slowly twirling my hard, stiff Uncut Hindu Lund around in the tight, muck of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
“It doesn’t hurt—it doesn’t hurt—” she whimpered, looking up at me as if I had performed some kind of miracle. “It feels good. So, so good—” she murmured as I felt her tight, little excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy clutch down around my embedded Uncut Hindu Lund.
I ought to kill that son-of-a-bitch, I angrily thought.
He’d given poor Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ six months of hell before I came back to save her.
I think he’d actually convinced Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ that she was a slut and his entire problem was her fault.
My poor, sweet Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, I’ll never let another man hurt you, my extremely beautiful Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ.
“Yesssss . . .” she hissed out, clutching her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy tighter down around my Uncut Hindu Lund as she pushed herself back up at me. “I am your Musalmān Beauty . . . you made me feel whole again, My Hindu Lover . . .”
“So hot! So tight!” I gasped out, jerking my hips back and pulling my Uncut Hindu Lund back down the juice-flooded channel of her hot, little excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
“So big! So hard!” she groaned out, grabbing at my Uncut Hindu Lund with her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy as I sent it plunging back down into the searing heat of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot.
In a sick, twisted way, it was almost like giving her back the innocence Muħammad Åbdullah had stolen from her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her at a feverish pace.
Somehow, it was as if I had given her self-dignity back to her.
I had given it back to her.
She was truly my Musalmān Beauty now, I feverishly thought as our bellies ground together.
We were now one, joined in the sickest way imaginable.
Hindu man and Musalmān Beauty.
Man and Musalmān Beauty.
Ashvinātam lovers taking part in a sanctification of all that was good and decent.
“My Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ . . . my Dear, Sweet Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ ,” I groaned out, groveling as I fucked My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , with deep, powerful Hindu strokes.
“Yes, oh, yes, Durgesh, yes, like that! Fuck me like that . . .” she hissed, thrusting herself back up at me.
I felt myself flying.
Flying above into a heavenly place no man ever found himself.
I felt myself falling in love with the beautiful Musalmān Beauty who lay below me.
The one Musalmān Beauty in the whole world I had every right to love this way.
It was the fiery, possessive love a man feels for his lover.
The love that could consume a man and drive him crazy with envy and possessiveness.
I wouldn’t ever let another man touch her . . . No other man would ever have her this way . . . I would kill to prevent that!
But that was something we could worry about later.
Now, I must bring her pleasure.
Show her that our love was so much more.
Show her that I would never mistreat her like Muħammad Åbdullah had.
After all he was a Musalmān.
I must give her another orgasm.
I must show her what it was like to be a Musalmān Beauty.
What it was like to be loved by a man who would do anything to bring her pleasure.
Stiffening my arms, I looked down on her as I furiously worked my hips back and forth, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her hot, slavering excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
She had her spectacular, smooth Musalmān legs bent at the knees, feet resting between my calves, and thrusting them down onto the bed as she humped herself up at me.
Her head was thrown back and her beautiful Musalmān eyes had a wild, crazed look in them as she fucked herself back at me.
I could feel her sharp fingernails digging into my skin as she pushed and pulled on me, urging me on, urging me to fuck her harder and harder.
The fiery pressure down inside my flopping Hindu balls was building and I knew that I was about to blow.
“Yes—Yes—oh, Yes, Durgesh—Yes—” she hissed, her fingers clawing, digging into my sweaty skin. “Make me come, Durgesh, make me come,” she pleaded, straining, thrusting herself back up at me as I mercilessly pounded my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ ’s hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot.
Fighting to hold back the impending explosion, I worked harder, driving my charged Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of her at a feverish pace.
“Come, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, come, my sweet,” I panted, humping her for all I was worth. “I—can’t—hold—it—back—much—longer—” I grunted out between thrusts.”
“Almost, Durgesh, almost, I can feel it, I feel it . . .” she growled out.
Biting her lower lip, she gazed up into my eyes with a distant, faraway, unfocused look.
I could see and feel that she was nearing release.
The muscles in her arms and legs were already quivering and straining as she fought closer and closer to her finish.
Her beautiful breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs were bouncing up and down wildly in rhythm with the pounding attack I was inflicting on her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
But she was taking it all without a hint of complaint.
I could feel the pool of molten cream down inside my balls growing hotter and hotter as they flopped back and forth slapping up against My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s sweaty, upturned beautiful Musalmān butt.
My great ashvinātam love for Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ was filling my brain with its divine power.
It was a love that had shoved aside my brotherly love for her and replaced it with this . . . this divine love of her and her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body.
It was a love I had never felt before.
And now that it was happening, it was quickly overwhelming me.
I would never be the same.
Now that she was mine, I could never share a love so deep with anyone else . . . ever!
Then I felt her slowly lift her long legs up into the air and gently drape them down over my back.
As she did, I could feel the little spiked heels of her shoes gently tapping against my butt every time I drew back to send my Uncut Hindu Penis back down into the strangling tightness of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
I could feel the burning precursor of my eruption filling my balls with its incandescent insistence.
Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ was straining up against me, thrusting herself up at me on every deep, thrusting stroke.
Fighting to hold it back, I had to bring her over the top first.
Give her the pleasure and satisfaction she so wanted.
Then, all of a sudden, I felt her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body stiffen as she thrust herself up against me and pulled me down against her.
“Oh—Yessssssss—” she hissed out, digging her heels down into my ass and forcing me even deeper into the depths of her spasming Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot as it grabbed and clutched at my buried Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ,” I bellowed out as a fireball of electricity burst down inside my balls making my Uncut Hindu Lund explode down deepest inside My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ.
This was the Moment, I frantically thought.
This Moment that would forever be burnt into my memory.
The Moment Raħmān Sheikħ’s beautiful Sister and I had consummated our ashvinātam wedlock.
Suddenly, as if a shock wave had washed over me, I felt my whole body begin to liquefy, morphing into a molten mass of semen as it spurted out through my jerking, twitching Uncut Hindu Lund into the sacred sanctity of My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s almost-virginal purity.
“Yesssss . . . yessss, Durgesh, yessssss!” she screamed out, holding me clutched against her as she quivered and shook below me while she was being incinerated by the fiery heat of her orgasm.
But much too soon, it was over!
The sanctification was done!
I had possessed her and made her mine . . . my Musalmān Beauty!
She was no longer just My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, . . . now she was my lover!
“Durgesh,” she murmured, her beautiful Musalmān eyes finally fluttering open as she looked up into my eyes.
The love flowing between us was overpowering.
I had never felt such passion . . . such love!
It consumed me, filling me with its addictive power.
I wanted to tell her how I felt . . . but I couldn’t find the words.
Simple words couldn’t express the profound deepness of the love I felt for her.
I wanted to tell her just what she meant to me, but there weren’t words that could adequately describe how much I loved her!
Now that we had stepped over that fine line between lust and love, I knew it was going to be almost impossible to balance on the delicate, tightrope of emotions we had created.
How could we possibly disguise our love for each other in front of her parents?
Finally, my mind in superiority, I slowly backed my softening Uncut Hindu Cock out of her cum-drenched excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy and rolled over beside her.
“What now, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ?” I finally asked as we lay beside each other, our breathing and our heart rates slowly returning to normal.
“I don’t know, Durgesh, but I don’t want this to ever end,” she whispered, reaching over and letting her fingertips slowly trail down the line of my jaw. “How do you feel about it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“I’ve never loved like this before, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ,” I groaned. “It’s fair. you are My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. I’d Live in Relationship with you and never let you out of my sight.”
“Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh, Durgesh,” she softly murmured, snuggling up against me and giving me a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek. “We’ll find a way . . . I know we will.”
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