The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies
2: Of my Musalmān Enemies
The tide finally started coming back in.
I gave it another 30 minutes and then called out to Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī to let her know it was time to go.
We started swimming back to the shore and when we were about half way there she fell behind.
I stopped, looked back and asked her if she was ok.
She looked at me strangely for a second and then said she was fine and started swimming on.
We made it close enough that we could stand without much trouble.
We stopped about waist deep in water and I asked her to go get her wrap so I could get my shorts back and we could make our way to the land.
“I can’t.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said, looking down.
“Why?” I asked.
Continuing to look down Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said,
“I lost your trunks too. They were so loose they just kind of slipped off me. I am really sorry.”
I couldn’t help it.
I just laughed.
Not knee slapping or anything but a good chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said defensively.
“Just this whole situation. I mean look at it. Every turn something goes wrong.” I answered chuckling.
“Well, yeah, you are right, but now what are we going to do.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī asked.
“Look, I will run onto the beach, grab your wrap and bring it to you, I will also grab my shirt. But we are going to have to figure out the conveyance though.” I said.
“What do you mean figure out the conveyance?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī asked.
“Well the conveyance is going to be busy, it’s always busy and when I raise my hands to grab the bars… well, my shirt is not very long. People will see I have no trunks on.” I explained.
“Oh, I see. Hmm.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said.
With that I ran off to go get her wrap and my shirt.
I noticed Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had a shirt too but it was a short one.
I grabbed it anyway for her.
I slipped my shirt on, ran back out in the water and gave her clothes to her.
She put her wrap and shirt on and we made our way out of the water.
I noticed her wrap barely covered her glorious gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass.
Any shorter and I would have seen her goodies.
“I have an idea,” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī began, “you know how the very back of the conveyance, that little compartment that no one likes because it’s so small and right next to the engine? Well, if you get behind me back there no one will be able to see you’re not wearing trunks. We could take the conveyance to your Mansion and then you could drive me home.”
I was excited now.
I knew that being behind her would shield me from other people but I also knew that it would press her glorious gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass up against my already excited Hindu groin.
I also knew that would end up stimulating me more.
I didn’t know how to tell her that.
I just stood there pretending ‘everything OK’- look on my face.
“What?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said exasperatedly.
“Well, Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, I don’t know how to say this. I feel almost embarrassed to say it but, everyone else might not know that I don’t have trunks on, but you would. And you would know it firsthand.” I tried to explain.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī stood there with a questioning look on her face as if she didn’t understand.
“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, what I am trying to say is with us standing there in close proximity and barely clothed, I am afraid I will get turned on. I wouldn’t do anything about it, but you would definitely notice.”
The light bulbs went off and Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī’s face lit up with embarrassment.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī stood there for a moment soaking in what I had just said and possibly thinking.
“Durgesh, I know we don’t much like one another and maybe that makes things better. I know that you are not going to try to have sex with me or take advantage of the situation. Even though I don’t like you, that didn’t change the fact that you are a nice guy. I have my bag that I am going to put in front of me and I would rather have you behind me even with no trunks than someone else that will definitely try something. I realize you will probably get turned on and even thought of that but still, the alternative is to have a stranger getting turned on and rubbing himself up against me or worse.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī articulated.
I was in a pleasant shock again.
I managed to compose myself and said,
“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, you have a lot more depth than I ever thought you did.”
She took that in and looked away a little embarrassed.
I left it at that.
I didn’t want to make too huge a deal of it and surely didn’t want her to think I was coming onto her.*
We made our way to the conveyance stop a few blocks away.
No, I didn’t call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I wasn’t a damn fool.
Luckily it looked as if it was not going to rain.
Unluckily(?) the conveyance stop was packed.
If the conveyance stop was packed the conveyance was likely to be packed.
True to form the conveyance was very busy.
We did manage to get on and even managed to squeeze our way to the back of the conveyance.
She was right, no one was back there.
The noise really was bad but surprisingly we had enough room where she was not pressed up against me even with her bag in front of her.
We might actually make it through this without dealing with any embarrassment.
Then it happened.
We stopped at another conveyance stop and more people got on than got off the conveyance.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous ardent Musalmān ass was pressed right up against my hips.
I started getting hard.
At first it didn’t matter because there was enough room between Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s legs that she couldn’t feel it.
I guess maybe she knew I was going to get hard and kept her legs apart enough that I would not touch her with it.
That didn’t last long though because I didn’t just get a little hard, I got very, very hard.
I realized now first time that Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī was actually extremely beautiful.
Soon enough my Uncut Hindu Prick reached up as far as it could go.
It pressed right between her Musalmān cunt lips and onto what I guessed was her clit.
I heard her sharply take a breath of air.
I whispered into her ear that I was sorry.
“Hell,” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī muttered and cursed me, “damn you. Never think I am an utter damn fool to believe you. You are enjoying instead. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī just stood there.
Her eyes had closed and I thought she was really pissed off now.
The conveyance jostling around really had me rubbing up against her.
That’s when I realized that she was too getting very hot and wet.
What did it mean?
Of course, it meant her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt was pleased to get my Uncut Hindu Prick there.
How the hell otherwise she could have been that much wet?
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī looked back at me and carefully said,
“We have got to move or something, do you have any room to move backward?”
“Not enough that we aren’t touching, I am so sorry.” I responded.
“Maybe if you move back some, and if I move forward just a little you can get it from between my legs and just on my back on the outside of my wrap.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said.
I knew that with her being as tall as she was my Uncut Hindu Prick would not be on her back, it would be between her butt cheeks but I suppose that would be better for her to handle.
I said OK.
I tried to move back but there was really no room for me to move.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī pushed forward against the person in front of her.
As Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī did so my Uncut Hindu Prick moved from her clit but just traced along her cunt lips.
I guess the person in front of her didn’t like being pushed because he pushed her back.
It couldn’t have happened at a worse time.
When she was shoved back instead of being put back along her clit my Uncut Hindu Prick was shoved about have way right into her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī took in a sharp breath of air and just froze.
I was inside her deepest.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī cut her lower lip with her upper teeth.
What a Penis!
It filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt completely.
Even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān husband couldn’t reach her ever there.
He didn’t have so long, so thick and so strong a Penis.
Despite her enormous hate for me, Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī couldn’t deny my Uncut Hindu Lund was giving her incredible sexual pleasure suddenly.*
Yes, her sister, Zāhidah Nādirshāh Durrānī was right.
It was a great Penis.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī couldn’t blame Zāhidah Nādirshāh Durrānī now.
Neither she could blame now even her Bhābhījāns.
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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies
2: Of my Musalmān Enemies
The beach was one of my most favorite places to be. Not just for the Musalmān babes but for feeling of the sun warming my skin while the cool breeze coming off the ocean to cool me off.
Today I was just relaxing by myself and taking in the rays.
I think I half drifted off a few times but I was just aware enough to realize that some clouds had moved in blocking the sun.
I also noticed the temperature dropping a few degrees.
Anyone from some place with a beach knows that means it’s about to start raining.
I opened my eyes and saw that others had noticed it as well and were packing up to leave.
Seemed everyone was getting ready to leave so I guessed it was going to storm.
One look at the sky told me I was right.
It didn’t look too bad but definitely not beach weather.
I started packing up my things too when I noticed someone out in the water.
Whoever it was, they were having a hard time trying to get back to the shore.
Apparently they were out on the sandbar when the weather turned bad.
I knew there was no way they were going to make it because of the undercurrent.
I could swim pretty well but even I could not make that.
I watched for a few moments to see if whoever it was made any headway.
Right then I figured out it was a female.
She turned on her back and was floating.
Not a good sign.
It meant she was probably worn out from swimming against the current and was about to be carried out either side of the sandbar and out to the ocean because of the undercurrent.
I took off into the water knowing I would have to take her back to the sandbar and wait till the tide changed before coming back in.
I hoped it wouldn’t start storming and lightning but I knew the sandbar was the safest place with all things considered.
The water was starting to get choppy and that made it a strenuous swim to get out to her.
Luckily whoever she was she was at least smart enough to float to her back when she got worn out.
As I started getting closer she began to look a little familiar.
Oh Eīshān! It was Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
She hated my guts.
Her brother, Nādirshāh Durrānī, always lost to me his every Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
I fucked every one of them.
Nādirshāh Durrānī divorced them as soon as he learned it.
Nonetheless, hating someone is one thing, being in the ocean and about to be swept out to sea was entirely another.
I swam up along side of her and I saw that she was breathing very heavily and was shaking.
I guess she heard me because she kind of lowered more of her body into the water just as I reached her.
She really looked like she was having a hard time staying afloat.
“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, are you ok?” I asked.
“Go away Durgesh, I am just fine! You always help us Musalmān damsels in distress so that you can fuck our Īmān. I don’t want to lose my Īmān to your damn legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. Let me alone, please. You have already fucked my every Bhābhījān making hell my brother’s life. I hate you.” she scorned.
“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, you are about to be swept out to the ocean, we need to go to the sandbar and wait till the tide starts coming back in.” I said.
She didn’t say or do anything.
She just floated there breathing.
I guess somehow she knew I was right but didn’t want to relent or ask for my help.
I didn’t know how she would take to me pulling her back to the sandbar.
Nevertheless, I moved behind her, put my arm around her and started making my way to the sandbar.
As I suspected, Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī started fighting me and kicking her feet wildly.
She was yelling something that I couldn’t make out with the water flooding over my ears but it didn’t matter.
I had encountered Musalmān Beauties like her before.
Now all of them were fucking me themselves without even a single exception.
My honest love for them had always won.
I approached from behind so that the wild kicks and flailing arms don’t accidentally get me.
Her kicks actually helped me tread water but her hands and nails digging at my arm didn’t feel too good.
It was a fairly tiring swim though because the water was pretty choppy and the undercurrent was pulling us toward either side of the sandbar.
I managed to get us to the sand bar though.
As soon as her feet touched sand Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī really started pulling away.
Since the water wasn’t in my ears anymore I could finally hear what she was screaming.
“I don’t have any bottoms on!” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī screamed.
“I’m sorry, but I had to get you out of the undercurrent. Don’t you understand that you were about to be swept out to sea? I exclaimed.
She didn’t say anything.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī just sat there with her legs under her butt in the edge of the water trying to hide her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
I guess she was embarrassed.
Eīshān, she’s gonna start crying.
Great, now what do I do.
The last thing I needed her to do is get irrational right now and try to swim it again.
I moved to the edge of the water a few feet away from her and said,
“Here, you can have my trunks”. I shucked them off and extended them to her while turning the other way.
I had made sure I was in the water enough that I wouldn’t be flashing her.
I heard her move and finally take them from me.
A few moments later I asked if she had them on and Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī replied a pouting “Yes”.
I turned and looked briefly.
They were ridiculously loose on her.
Yet they did the job.
I didn’t push myself though and looked away.
We sat there quietly not saying a word.
I could feel the tension in the air though.
I didn’t know how much of it was her seething that I was the one that saved her from what she had to know was in a dire situation or the embarrassment of not having any bottoms on.
‘Wait a minute. Why didn’t she have any bottoms on?’ I thought to myself. Oh well, I am not going to ask.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī was tall.
Six foot tall.
That was the most remarkable thing about her.
I am not short myself and am in pretty good shape but still, 6′ is tall for a chic.
Sure she was a blonde and had a very good figure but what I had always remembered about her was that she was tall.
I guess that was because she lacked depth in personality.
She was nice and all but she tended to be on the fickle side.
I had already fucked a lot of her friends too, as well as her Bhābhījāns.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī hated me for it more.
“Actually she is jealous of all of us.” One of her Bhābhījāns told me once when I was fucking her.
We both were enjoying it very much.
“You mean Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī also wants me to fuck her?” I smiled.
“Isn’t she extremely beautiful?” Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, her Bhābhījān, smiled at me cunningly.*
I winked at her fucking her.
“You are right.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, her Bhābhījān, wrapped her legs around my waist.
My Uncut Hindu Penis entered into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt deeper.
I kissed Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ.
She contracted her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī never reached this deep. Thank you.”
I fucked her more vigorously.
“Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, I love you. You never need to flatter me to have my Uncut Hindu Penis into your ever enticing Musalmān Cunt.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ looked at me cunningly.
“All of us Musalmān Beauties have Musalmān Cunts to entice your Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate us. What’s special in my Musalmān Cunt?”
“Nothing that I know of until now. Yet, my sixty four years age experiences with you Musalmān Beauties have taught me, every cunt has its own individuality. Its own specialty consequentially.”
“Thank you. I’m flattered.”
“I’m not flattering you, idiot. I mean it.”
“Why the hell you don’t believe me?”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes suddenly filled with tears.
“We Musalmān Beauties are always deceived, Durgesh.”
I kissed her eyes.
“Never cry when you have me inside you. It means I’m not fucking you optimum.”
“Nonsense,” Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed with tearful eyes, “you are the first who is fucking me as I myself want to be fucked.”
“You are most welcome, my Hindu love.”
“Nādirshāh Durrānī is smaller?”
“Ask his other Musalmān wives when you fuck them.”
“Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, most of you Musalmān wives claim your Musalmān husbands are not competent. But in so many cases I’ve found they were only flattering me. Nafīsah Salmān claimed Imām Muħammad Ħasan was impotent. Now I know Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not impotent.”
“Now? Why? Didn’t you see his now utmost successful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? How did Nafīsah Salmān have Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan if Imām Muħammad Ħasan was impotent? Didn’t you argue with Nafīsah Salmān?”*
I smiled ingeniously.
“Why should have I?”
“What do you mean?”
“Nafīsah Salmān was one of the most extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties I’d enjoyed until then. I was fucking her to my heart’s content and she was flattering me still then. Why should have I antagonized her? I never do it. I’m not foolish enough to antagonize my women when I fuck them.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed melodically.
I felt as if I was hearing azān instead.
My Uncut Hindu Penis strengthened more inside her tight Musalmān Cunt.
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ kissed me gratefully immensely indebted.
“Did any Musalmān Beauty tell you ever, you have one more unique sexual prowess other men haven’t?”
“What?” I smiled astutely.
“The more you fuck us, the more your communal lust to fuck us Musalmān Beauties increases tending to infinity as if. The other men are being satisfied, lose it instead.”
“I haven’t any communal lust.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed.
“Then what the hell we Musalmān Beauties enjoy more inside us with you than with our own Musalmān husbands?”
“You think it’s my communal Hindu lust for you Musalmān Beauties?”
“If not, what the hell is it?” Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed good naturedly, “You haven’t to be ashamed of it. We don’t feel insulted, rather we feel proud of it that your own Beauties can’t satisfy you optimum, yet we Musalmān Beauties do.”
“Even you Musalmān Beauties can’t satisfy me optimum, Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ. I’m an incurable hyper sexual. You yourself admit the more I fuck you, the more my ‘communal lust’(?) to fuck you Musalmān Beauties is increased. Don’t you admit yourself it?”
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes widened.*
Why did Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī hate me?
Not only because I fucked all of the Musalmān Beauties her brother Nādirshāh Durrānī married.
There was one reason more.
Her sister, who was 2 years older than her at 21 used to work at the same beach hut that ran the life guard station that I worked at.
I caught her stealing some of the bathing suits that the hut sold and turned her in for it and Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī got plenty pissed off at me for it.
What she didn’t know was that I was the reason she didn’t get arrested over the issue.
I literally bargained with the authorities not to.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī never gave me the chance to tell her that and quite frankly I didn’t really care to.
I did the right thing and shouldn’t have to explain myself for doing so.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī’s problem was that she didn’t see her sister for what she was.
She was not only a thief, she helped her brother, Nādirshāh Durrānī, in smuggling too, even in kidnapping, smuggling, blackmailing and selling Musalmān Beauties to capable and powerful Hindus especially.
They used to purchase them in their auctions, paying even the highest price the others offered ever.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī’s sister was a pothead.
She probably stole the stuff to sell for drugs.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she did something stupid.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to see that.
“They came off when I was trying to swim back to the shore.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said, interrupting my thoughts.
“What?” I asked.
“My bathing suit bottoms. They came off when I was trying to swim back to the shore.” She explained.
“Oh.” I smiled reassuringly, not wanting to seem as if I was using this to engage in a conversation with her.
I guess Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī just didn’t want me to think she was nude bathing out here.
Was she a nudist?
Well, what if she is?
Who the hell am I to decide for her what she should do and what not?
My own Practical Chief Wife now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself an incurable nudist, feminist and exhibitionist.
She was so proud of her magnanimous, excellent, exquisite, Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān female body that she loved to fuck me in public, on stage even.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was never ashamed of it.
The more one criticized her for it, the more nudist, Feminist and exhibitionist Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had become.
How the hell could I criticize Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī for the same?
I did notice though that Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had not thanked me for my trunks.
“Why did you bring me back to the sandbar instead of the shore?” she asked.
“We wouldn’t have made it to the shore. With the tide going out the undercurrent was trying to pull us out to sea. With the water being choppy it made it even harder to swim. Our best bet was to come back to the sandbar and wait till the tide starts going back in.” I responded.
“Is it going to storm?” She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
“It looks like it is going to rain but I don’t think it will be bad.” I answered.
It then occurred to me that I had not driven here and was going to have to call someone to take me home.
How the hell was I going to face someone with no trunks?
Should I call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Well, why not?
“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, did you drive here?” I asked.
“No, I took the bus, why?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said.
“Umm, I took the bus too and I have no trunks now.” I said with kind of a defeated look on my face.
“Oh, umm, well, hmmm.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī stammered.
We both sat there quietly thinking to ourselves.
Of all the people each of us to get stuck in a situation like this with it had to be her and I.
I didn’t particularly care for her and she certainly hated my guts.
It was Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī that spoke first.
“Durgesh, I don’t really like this situation. I don’t like wearing your trunks but I don’t have much choice in the matter. I know you don’t really like me wearing your trunks but I appreciate your being a gentleman about it and giving them to me. I have a wrap on the beach and once we get there I can give your trunks back to you, but I am scared to go on the public bus with just a wrap on for bottoms. You know how those perverts get on the busses, it gets crowded and they get touchy feely. This is hard for me to ask but can you please forget our differences for a bit and see me home?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said eloquently.
I was in shock.
But it was a pleasant shock, nevertheless.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī was always smart in school but she never had any worldliness about her.
She never had depth of emotion and quite frankly I figured her for the type to just leave when we got to the shore with my trunks.
“Umm, yeah, sure.” I smiled.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī then asked,
“How much longer till the tide starts coming in?”
“About an hour and a half.” I smiled again.
“Well, I am going to relax till then.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said.
With that she leaned back while still keeping her legs bent.
I guess Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī resigned herself to have to be civil with me at least until this was over.
I was still taken back by how prolifically Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī spoke earlier.
She completely conveyed what she was thinking and how she felt.
Hell, she even showed empathy for my feelings.
I sat there thinking and looking around just trying to pass the time till the tide started coming back in.
I noticed something out of the corner of my eyes.
I looked over at her and Eīshān! I could see clear up my trunks to her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The trunks were really loose on her and they weren’t very long anyway.
I couldn’t believe it.
I tried looking away and ignoring it but it was like one of those stains one finds on someone’s shirt.
You know, when you are standing there talking to someone and they have a stain on their shirt and you can’t help but look at it.
I didn’t want to sit there and stare at it because if I did and got a hard-on she would definitely notice it as Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had my trunks.
I had to do something.
I didn’t want to show her I wanted to fuck her now.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī could tease me and torture me sexually.
I never wanted her to win over me.
Why should I?
I decided to just roam around in the water a little bit.
The cool water should help me keep my member under control.
I did see enough though to know that Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had shaved her mound completely.*
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