The Seven movements
7. Ashvinātam Gangbang Club
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Then I said.
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās never complains and always wants more. Don’t tell me you girls are all used up at 28.”
Zubaydah Bābar groaned indignantly.
“She must have a steel lining in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot or something. If she can take you pounding her all night and all day. Hell you wiped out the two of us already. I’m going to have to find out her secret.”
We lay on the floor for a while joking and teasing.
Soon it was lunchtime.
We all were hungry.
After a light lunch, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls decided to go to the beach for the afternoon.
They wanted me to join them, but I declined claiming I had work to do.
As soon as they left, I lay down in my bed and fell immediately asleep, worn out from the morning activities.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stayed at the beach for the afternoon, giving me time to recuperate.
They returned around dinnertime and instead of cooking, we all decided to go out and grab a bite somewhere.
Between dinner and drinks, it was after 9:00 when we returned.
I was preparing myself for another “session” with these two.
I made them each a drink and we put the TV on to watch for a while.
We tuned in to the beginning of a sitcom and sat through the half hour show.
Once it was over, I looked at the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls and realized we had been quite.
I laughed to myself as I found them both sound asleep.
I got up, covered them with a light blanket, and moved to my own bed to get some sleep.
At some point during the night, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls woke and crawled into bed with me.
Nishāt Nazli attempted at giving me a blowjob to wake me but she soon fell asleep with my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I chuckled, woke her up, fucked Nishāt Nazli to her heart’s content and went back to sleep with Nishāt Nazli under me and Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .
I woke slowly the next morning, very pleasant sensations emanating from my lower regions and as I looked down, I saw Zubaydah Bābar bobbing on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was giving me an early morning blowjob.
I looked over and saw Nishāt Nazli lying next to me watching Zubaydah Bābar work my Hindu meat.
I reached over, took her chin in my hand, and pulled her to my lips.
I let my tongue dance through her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as my fingers danced over her Musalmān tits, tweaking her nipples.
It took no time at all before she was rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot against my leg, leaving a wet streak on my thigh.
I felt as though, as Zubaydah Bābar continued sucking me off, she would spew my Hindu seed and I was not ready to cum yet so I took hold of her chin and urged her also up to me.
When I had them both, I asked smiling,
“Well, girls, who wants to get fucked first?”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and answered first,
“Not me today, I’m still sore from the poundings you gave me yesterday.”
I laughed and looked at Zubaydah Bābar.
She was worked up and horny as hell at that Moment.
Zubaydah Bābar wasted no time as she rolled on top of me and squatted over my groin, grasping my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand Zubaydah Bābar let herself down on top of me and began to work herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking all she could with each thrust.
As Zubaydah Bābar fucked herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, I pulled Nishāt Nazli close to me and gently kissed her.
Slowly I let my kisses move from her quivering crimson Musalmān lips, across her cheek, down her neck and finally onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts where I proceeded to squeeze a nipple and tongue it in quick flicking motions.
Nishāt Nazli was so turned on that despite the discomfort she was feeling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot she began massaging her own clit while I squeezed her Musalmān tit.
I bit down on her nipple and Nishāt Nazli came in a flood on her own hand as the pain washed across her Musalmān tit and through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
As Nishāt Nazli relaxed into her post orgasmic stupor, I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and saw her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes had glazed over as she rode me.
I called her name, “Zubaydah Bābar. Zubaydah Bābar, do you want me to cum in your ass as you requested or do you want to keep riding me?”
As the idea of my Hindu seed spewing into her colon hit her, she came hard on my Uncut Hindu Lund and then answered me.
“Fuck my ass again. Shoot it in my ass.” Zubaydah Bābar begged as her cum flowed out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and down over my balls.
I slid out from under her.
I positioned Zubaydah Bābar on her knees again and then as Nishāt Nazli watched I entered Zubaydah Bābar’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass for the second time in 24 hours.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned as I slid past her sphincter and pushed my length into her.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love when you fuck my Musalmān ass.” Zubaydah Bābar groaned back at me as I began slowly to rock into her.
Nishāt Nazli got turned on watching her friend and lover get ass fucked and could not resist sliding underneath her to tongue her ravenous Musalmān clit while I slid my Hindu meat into her backside.
As I stroked and Nishāt Nazli licked, Zubaydah Bābar exploded into another orgasm and I felt her sphincter muscles clamp down on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and squeeze me, milking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I let fly with my Hindu cum blasting it into Zubaydah Bābar’s colon with a series of grunts.
I held my position there as my Uncut Hindu Cock slowly somewhat deflated and finally slid out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bunghole followed by a steady stream of my Hindu cum.
“So, ’were having me shoot my Hindu cum up your Musalmān ass, as good as you imagined?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar as we lay on the bed.
“Oh yeah.” Was all the answer I got and I and Nishāt Nazli both laughed at the contented and well fucked sound of her voice.
The three of us lay there for a while before I said I was going to get a shower and asked if anyone wanted to join me.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls volunteered and we each moved into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Zubaydah Bābar moved to use the toilet and I stopped her and with my head motioned toward Nishāt Nazli with my head.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and nodded as the three of us got into the walk-in shower.
The water was hot and felt good.
I reached for the soap and as I picked it up it slipped from my grasp.
Since Zubaydah Bābar figured out what I was up to, she let Nishāt Nazli bend to pick it up and just as she did, I let go of the stream of my piss I was holding in and blasted it into Nishāt Nazli’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān mouth.
Nishāt Nazli was caught by surprise.
Yet she instantly fell into the role and sat on the floor as I directed my stream of piss into her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Zubaydah Bābar swung her Musalmān leg over her friend, half squatted above her and helped fulfilling her friend’s fetish.
As Zubaydah Bābar finished Nishāt Nazli sat on the floor with a smile and began to giggle.
“That surprised me, but thanks.” She offered as she stood up.
We washed each other, joked, teased, and tickled for a while as we showered and dried off.
Then we moved to the kitchen and started taking breakfast.
While we were making coffee, the phone rang.
I answered it and talked for a few minutes before hanging up.
“That was Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I announced, “They got all of Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s stuff yesterday and Bābarah Åālamgīr’s last night. It appears that her Ammī was royally pissed. They loaded everything up and started back last night, then got a motel room. They’ll be here sometime after lunch.
“So if either of you want my Uncut Hindu Lund again, you better hurry or you’ll have to wait until Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s done with me.” I quipped.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls groaned.
“I would love to fuck you again but I need to recover first.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Me too,” Nishāt Nazli chimed in. “I have got to find out how Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās handles you.”
I just laughed as I poured them coffees.
We ate and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls put their bikini on for some beach time.
They left me to myself for the morning.
I had some errands to run and wanted to pick up a few things if the other two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were going to be living with me.
I knew I would have to make some adjustments in my household.
Little things like soap and shampoo as well as sheets and towels.
I had enough for guests but if I was to have permanent company, changes had to be made.*
It was longer getting things done than I anticipated and it was after two, before I got home.
I found that while I was gone Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr had returned, unloaded the truck stacking everything in the garage, and returned the truck to the rental, then came back home with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s new car.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were sitting on the deck waiting for me to return.
“Well, how did it go?” I asked as I joined them on the deck.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās answered first,
“It was Ok. We made good time, got my stuff loaded and we had lunch with my Ammī. Then we left.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the narrative,
“We got to the old homestead around Dinner and tried to take Ammī and Abbū out for dinner but Ammī started preaching at me and quoting scripture. Ammī was telling me how ungrateful I was and how evil and sinful you were, you know, same old shit. I just got pissed and loaded everything up and split. We drove a couple of hours and stopped for the night. It was a bummer!”
“I’m sorry honey. It should have been an exciting and happy time for you.” I offered.
“That’s Ok Durgesh. I knew it was going to be a problem so now it’s done with and we can relax. We left everything in the garage because we weren’t sure where to put our stuff, I mean where we were all going to sleep… how the arrangements would work out.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
I too smiled at her discomfort.
“Well, that’s kind of up to you two. If you each want to claim a room on the second floor and move in, that’s Ok with me.”
As I said I could see the crestfallen look on Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s face, then I continued,
“But I did clean out some drawer space in my room in case I got lucky and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās decided to move in with me.”
I saw her brighten immediately.
“But I do think each of us should have a room to themselves like an office area or call it an ‘I want to be alone room’. I have my office and I was thinking about taking the other first floor bedroom and splitting it in half to make two more rooms for you girls. How does that sound?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was so happy she bubbled, “I’ll move in with you and I don’t need an office.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her friend.
“I think that will work. I expect that once we start work we will need a place to correct papers and stuff.I’ll just move my stuff into my room. I’ll probably get more sleep on the second floor anyway, the way Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās screams when she cums, we may need to look into soundproofing.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked unsuitably embarrassed, but she faced me boldly immediately,
“I can’t help it if I enjoy myself. Moreover, my Hindu Kħasam, I’m not even a bit ashamed of it. You allow your nudist feminist Musalmān live in relationship partners Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Kħadījah Muħammad etcetera to do what they want to do entirely unashamed of themselves. Why not me too?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her.
“That’s Ok you just keep enjoying yourself. I’m glad Durgesh makes you that happy.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood and hugged her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
We sat there and continued to talk for a while when Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli returned, coming up the steps giggling like teenagers.
“We’ve been invited to a party tonight, all of us. We met some girls down at the beach. They tried to pick us up. We told them we were in Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad yet and that we had two sisters. Therefore, they invited all of us. They think I’m 17 and Nishāt Nazli is 14. Bābarah Åālamgīr you’re 16 and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās is 15.” Zubaydah Bābar announced. “We told them that we’d have to ask Durgesh first and we said we should just sneak out. We’re all just graduated from Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad and are looking to get laid. So we were teasing them.”
“Oh you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls are evil. Those poor girls will never know what hit them. Maybe I should wait a while and then go banging on the door looking for Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
We all started to laugh at the thought of that.
Then Nishāt Nazli said,
“We thought we could go and play with them a little. Then see if it was worth staying.”
Neither Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās nor Bābarah Åālamgīr was too interested in going.
But Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar convinced them to go for a little while and then they could leave if they weren’t having fun.
So both agreed to go and help their friends with the illusion.
We spent the rest of the afternoon settling Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr in and getting things organized before we made a dinner of hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill.
Then at 9PM, all four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls “snuck” out to go to the party.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr were back in an hour or so.
Both were tired from the moving and really didn’t want to go in the first place.
For her part, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was anxious to crawl into bed with me for her first official night of “living with me” as she considered it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just anxious to try to get me into her bed and wanted to be close to me, just in case I decided finally to take her.
Once the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got back I relaxed a little, I did not want to say anything but was a little angry at Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās going to a party with young girls and I admitted to myself that I was angry with Bābarah Åālamgīr going too.
I admitted to myself that I wanted to bed Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, but still had not really come to terms with the idea of it.
The three of us sat around and talked for a while before Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās went off to bed to wait for me.
Once alone again, Hindu Father and Musalmān Daughter shared some time together.
“I’m really glad to be moving in and starting out here. Thanks for having me, Durgesh.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered.
“I’m glad you’re here Honey. I really missed you.” then I leaned over and hugged her tightly.
As I released her, she leaned in to kiss me, softly and longingly on the lips.
I let her kiss me and I even did not pull away when Bābarah Åālamgīr let her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue slide out and caress my lips.
But I did not open my mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr knew that that meant I wasn’t ready yet, but I was getting there.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled as she broke away and said good night, heading for her own room.
As she lay in her bed alone Bābarah Åālamgīr considered returning to the party, but then decided against it, deciding instead to wait for me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr did not sleep well that night.
She kept waking up and rolling around.
The fire between her Musalmān legs would not go away.
Twice she tried to quench it by herself and even after fingering herself to two orgasms, Bābarah Åālamgīr still could not sleep.
Finally, she gave up and got up.
It was 4:30 in the morning.
Yet she was wide-awake and horny as hell.
How immensely Bābarah Åālamgīr needed my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund inside her young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot !
She peeked into the other rooms and found both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli asleep and both with satisfied looks on their faces.
“Well, apparently everyone got laid tonight except me. He is mine yet myself not enjoying his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. Hell.” Bābarah Åālamgīr mumbled to herself as she climbed the stairs to the third floor.
A glass of drink was on her mind.
She poured herself a glass and not wanting to wake me or Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, she quietly slipped out of the sliding glass door and went onto the deck.
At another time of the day, Bābarah Åālamgīr might have caused a stir with the neighbors, as she had not bothered to put anything on when she got up.
However, at this time of night, or morning it was still dark and no one was up that had any sense anyway.
Consequently, she sat completely naked on one of the lounge chairs on the upper deck and began to enjoy the warm breeze blowing over her naked female Musalmān form.
Soon Bābarah Åālamgīr felt the familiar stirrings in her loins as the warm air was blowing across her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
It reminded Bābarah Åālamgīr that she was sitting outdoors naked.
Without thinking, her hand moved to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and she let her fingers slide between her quivering crimson Musalmān lips.
The heat and moisture there was intense.
Bābarah Åālamgīr glanced down at the floor and giggled when she noticed that she had actually dripped a small puddle onto the deck.
Well, she intended to add more to it and in Moments, her right hand was busy with three fingers buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while her thumb massaged her clit.
Her left hand was busy also, rubbing her Musalmān tits and stopping to tweak her nipples.
Shortly she felt the familiar waves of orgasm begin to build and then wash over her as she let loose a small stream of juice from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and it added to the puddle on the floor.
As her ecstasy subsided, Bābarah Åālamgīr relaxed and blew out a sigh of relief.
Then for some unknown reason she looked to her left and she saw me sitting there.
I was sitting in a similar lounge and watching her.
She felt waves of embarrassment and panic was over her.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God. I just sat here fingering myself and my father saw me.” Flashed through her mind.
Followed a split second later by.
“My father just watched me playing with myself. I wonder if it made him horny.”
I knew she saw me.
I had been sitting there when she walked out onto the deck.
I was going to say something but for some reason I just didn’t.
Then as I watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting there in silhouette, naked on my deck I felt myself start to harden.
The light was not good.
Just the starlight and the ambient light, was drifting in, from surrounding houses and streets.
But it was enough to make out the swell of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts and the curve of her Musalmān legs.
Then she started to play with herself.
‘I wonder if she knows I’m here.’ I thought to myself. ‘It might be something she would do to try to entice me.’
But the more I watched the more sure I was that Bābarah Åālamgīr was unaware of me.
Then I watched as she diddled herself into an orgasm and as her Pakistani Musalmān juices dribbled down onto the deck boards.
I became more and more serious watching Bābarah Åālamgīr doing that.
Why the hell I’m not fucking Bābarah Åālamgīr?
She needs me inside her very much intensely.
What the hell I’m waiting for?
If I can have Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as my live in relationship partner, why can’t I have Bābarah Åālamgīr too?
Why the hell Bābarah Åālamgīr is getting punishment instead of reward?
By this time, I had my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inadvertently, and I was slowly stroking myself.
Once she came and let out her post orgasmic sigh.
I stopped and let go of myself.
Not that my hard on went away or anything.
That was when Bābarah Åālamgīr turned and saw me.
I saw the flash of embarrassment on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, then the flash of wanton desire.
I decided to take the bull by the horns.
“Hi honey. Looks like you couldn’t sleep either.”*
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at me and noticed my hard on.
Bābarah Åālamgīr chuckled triumphantly, gloriously, jubilantly and proudly.
I was sitting there as naked as she was.
“Sitting around outside naked must run in the family.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed sarcastically.
Then she answered me.
“Yeah, I thought I was tired but all I did was doze off a little and roll around a lot. I finally came up for a glass of drink, and to sit here a bit. What about you? Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kicked you out of bed?”
“I woke up a little bit ago and I did not want to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, so I came out here. I do it every once in a while. Just sit here and watch the sun come up. See how the horizon is starting to get a pink band on it. It won’t be long now. It can be beautiful.” I said. “Want to watch with me?”
She glanced to the East and noticed that the sky was starting to lighten.
“Ok, I never really paid attention to sunrises. Probably because I am usually asleep when they happen.” She offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood in nude and walked over to my lounge.
She sat down on the lower section and I moved my legs to make room for her.
Then with a swift movement, Bābarah Åālamgīr slid onto the lounge and lay back on top of me.
I was stunned by the suddenness and the intimacy of her movement.
I found myself lying on a lounge naked with my equally naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān stepdaughter on top of me and nestled against me.
I could feel my hard Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass cheeks as she laid her head on my chest and began to talk to me.
In a way it was very familiar and comfortable, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl sitting in my lap and telling me about her day.
Yet at the same time it was extremely sensual because now Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl was a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman, whom I had just watched as she played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot until she dribbled cum all over my deck.
I mentally shook myself, and realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr was talking to me about how she and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās living with me, was going to be a change for all of us.
I found myself answering,
“Oh we’ll manage alright. I like the idea of having two beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān women sharing my house and I admit that having a 28/29 year old in my bed regular is doing great things for my ego and youth.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed out loud.
“I don’t think having a young thing in your bed is all that foreign to you lately and as for your ego, I doubt it needed the boost.”
As she said it, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked herself up a bit and slid farther up on me, then continued, “Besides I get the feeling that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās is becoming more to you than another piece of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.”
Now at least my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t nestled in the crack of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s ass.
Since she moved up, it was now sticking up between her Musalmān legs and lying against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
I could feel her heat and moisture on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was torn between what I knew I wanted, to slide myself into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fuck her, and what I knew I should do, get up and move away from her.
In the end, I did nothing.
It was, depending on your perspective, may have been worse or better.
Because I knew that every second I spent there, with my Uncut Hindu Cock knocking against the spread young adult Musalmān lips of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, my will power eroded just a little bit.
Part of me was hoping, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, would grasp my rock hard Uncut Hindu member and stuff it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
At least that would end my battle with myself. But the other part of me, the dutiful father, kept screaming at me that it was a pervert thought.
I paused to gather my thoughts for a Moment.
“Ok I admit you’re right. I do like her. She is sweet and treats me like a king and she pays attention to me, as nobody has in years. But most importantly, she doesn’t want anything from me but me. You can’t imagine what a relief that is after fighting off the “please take care of me” crowd.”
We sat like that mostly in silence watching the sky lightens as dawn approached.
Both pretending to ignore the position our bodies were in, but each of us was acutely aware of the touch of our sex.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was not ignoring it for her part.
She kept flexing her thigh muscles and her abdominal muscles, anything to get my Uncut Hindu Cock to move in contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Her efforts were rewarded because before long My Uncut Hindu Lund began to twitch on its own.
It was driving Bābarah Åālamgīr crazy to be this close to her goal and still have to act nonchalant, instead of doing what she wanted and grabbing my monster Uncut Hindu Cock and stuffing it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot where, as far as she was concerned it belonged to actually.
Yes, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the actual permanent home of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Why don’t you understand Durgesh, Mérī Jān?
Bābarah Åālamgīr could not help but to think that all she had to do was move just right and I would be inside her.
The only thing that kept her from doing it was the certainty that although I would not stop her and at this point would probably welcome it, I would never be willing again.
I would always have my guard up and without question, I would never treat her the same, certainly not as the lover she longed to be.
After a few minutes, Bābarah Åālamgīr turned and gave me a kiss.
It was a loving and longing kiss.
As she pulled away, she told me once again, “I love you Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! very much.”
I was caught off guard by the kiss and the tenderness behind it.
I was busy concentrating on my Uncut Hindu Lund and on trying not to betray my longings for Bābarah Åālamgīr.
I could feel her Pakistani Musalmān juices running down my Hindu shaft and onto my Hindu balls.
It was obvious that this intimate contact excited her and the fact that my Hindu erection had not gone down betrayed the fact that it excited me too.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me and nestled down onto my shoulder again.
“I also happen to know that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās loves you. So you better be in it for the long haul because she is nothing if not tenacious. There is no way she is letting go of you unless you chase her off.”
That statement brought my thoughts around to reality again.
“I can’t see myself chasing her off. I am getting really fond of her.”
“Are you going to get me a new Ammī?” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased in a little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice.
“I don’t know, maybe. Time will tell.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stunned by my answer.
Even though she had teased me and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās both, she did not really believe anything permanent would come from this affair, but it appeared that I at least was looking into the future and considering it.
“Besides,” I continued, “we need to find someone to get you to wear clothes.” In addition, as I said it she jerked her hips a little and pushed the shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock harder against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Hard enough that it made contact with her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly realized that her smart action had suddenly won me for her involuntarily and without giving me a chance even to safeguard myself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund glided and entered her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot leisurely, sluggishly.
Her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot greeted my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly and engulfed it greedily.
She found me startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr immediately took the advantage of the situation.
Finding me absolutely incapable to resist, Bābarah Åālamgīr positioned herself and managed to get my entire Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .
She held me strongly, made me lie on my back, straddled me deliberately and started fucking me ravenously, wildly and savagely.
I was as if in trance.
I felt as if Jamīlah Aurangzeb was fucking me, not Bābarah Åālamgīr.
They were identical exactly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately took its advantage again.
She kissed me fiercely on my lips and increased her pace more and more.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t know she was fucking me exactly identically as her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, fucked me.
It wasn’t deliberate.
It was genetic instead.
Yet, it increased my trance more and more.
I felt young Jamīlah Aurangzeb was fucking me wildly.
It was natural for me, in trance, that I started responding Bābarah Åālamgīr vehemently.
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I urged her on, as I drew her down onto the bed with us, I kissed her and kissed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts.
Nishāt Nazli sighed.
“Come on, what else do you dream of.”
“Well, I guess we can’t do this one, but I always wanted to be gangbanged by like 8 or 10 Hindus. Like one after the other. Not that I want sex like that all the time. I really like what we did the other day, especially when it was just you and me, that was nice. But maybe once I want to be a slut and have a bunch of Hindus. Just strip me down and lay me in the middle of the floor.” Nishāt Nazli paused and looked at Zubaydah Bābar and me. “Is that weird?”
“No, not really.” Zubaydah Bābar answered.
“What else?” I asked wondering how far Nishāt Nazli had fallen more.
The rotten Western Culture.
I gritted my teeth.
True Islam could stop it but not the present day Pseudo Islam.
It was good that Bābarah Åālamgīr had brought these ever ravenous young Musalmān Beauties to me.
What if they were not Bābarah Åālamgīr’s friends?
What if Bābarah Åālamgīr were not crazy to have me as her live in relationship partner irrespective of the fact that I was sixty three now?
I could tell she was holding something back.
“Well, you guys will think I’m a psycho or something.” Nishāt Nazli protested.
“Can’t be much worse than Zubaydah Bābar likes pain. Can it?” I smiled.
I smiled to hide how dangerous it was for Zubaydah Bābar.
I had to.
If I protested they would have find another sex partner instead of me.
Nishāt Nazli looked at both of us and hesitated.
“It has to do with pee’ing.” She offered quietly.
“Golden showers.” I stated. “We have a name for it, it’s called Golden Showers. It’s not as rare as you might think, pretty common actually.”
With that, I got out of bed, opened a cabinet beneath the TV, and popped a tape into my VCR.
In a few seconds, we were watching a video of a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman lying in the sand and four Hindus standing over her pee’ing on her.
Nishāt Nazli was riveted to the screen.
Zubaydah Bābar sat with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth open and Nishāt Nazli was blushing crimson.
She looked at Zubaydah Bābar.
“See I told you I am sick!”
“No, actually that was sort of hot to watch. I never thought about it but when I saw it, it was hot.” Zubaydah Bābar said.
Nishāt Nazli looked at her,
“So you don’t think it’s sick?”
“Well, I did think it was weird until I saw the video. Durgesh, does that have a title?” Zubaydah Bābar asked.
“That’s a commercial video.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at me.
I laughed and continued.
“Those are Hindus who come down and rent a place, then spend the week fulfilling their urine fantasies. If you were going to be here when they are, I’d introduce you. And I am sure they would love to have you join them.”
“How long is that video, can we watch it?” Zubaydah Bābar asked.
Nishāt Nazli looked at her and said,
“Hey, it’s my fantasy.”
They both giggled.
I let the video run and crawled into bed between them.
The three of us watched the commercial Golden Showers show.
It ran nearly two hours of clips of Hindus pissing on striking Musalmān Beauties, sometimes two or more people having sex while somebody pissed on them, sometimes a group of Hindus emptying their bladders on a single Musalmān Beauty, all sorts of combinations.
When the tape was done, I asked Nishāt Nazli,
“So which was your favorite?”
Nishāt Nazli described one scene where about 10 Hindus urinated on a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl who was in a bathtub and allowed the urine to collect in the tub.
She wallowed in it.
“So you would rather be pissed on.” I asked, as I played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I continued talking to her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, talking about the video and the things we had seen and tantalizing her with stories.
It took only a few stories before Nishāt Nazli grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and was begging me to coat her with my piss.
Zubaydah Bābar was equally turned on and playing with herself as she listened and watched her friend and me.
Nishāt Nazli continued to beg me and I continued to tease her.
Finally, I told her,
“If you’re really good and fuck me really well then I might piss all over you, in your hair, on your face, your Musalmān tits, and if you really are a good fuck I just might ask Zubaydah Bābar to piss on you too.
Nishāt Nazli was worked up enough that she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the lips.
She wrapped her Musalmān legs around my waist and tried to force her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I teased her by holding myself right at her entrance for a bit before relenting and pushing into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole with a constant even pressure.
I had teased her enough that she reached her first orgasm while I was still working my way in.
Then I started to pump on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot slowly still talking to her and telling her how we were going to cover her with yellow fluids.
Nishāt Nazli crashed into her second orgasm within seconds of the first and I continued to pump then I withdrew from her.
“Roll over, on your knees.” I told her.
Nishāt Nazli complied without question or hesitation.
I placed myself at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and slid in, this time with little resistance as Nishāt Nazli was already stretched out to fit me.
I started to pump on Nishāt Nazli from behind.
“Zubaydah Bābar, do you want her Musalmān tits as I fuck her or would you rather have Nishāt Nazli eat you?”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and crawled over.
Without comment Zubaydah Bābar put her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot in Nishāt Nazli’s face.
Nishāt Nazli dove onto her snatch like a starving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and began to lap at her.
I decided to alternate my attack, pulled all the way out of Nishāt Nazli and then rammed it back in.
Then I drew it out again and rammed it in.
I repeated this and each time got a muffed grunt from Nishāt Nazli.
Then one time I pulled out and began to ram it in and for some reason unknown to any of them Zubaydah Bābar shifted and when I rammed home, I buried my entire length into her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Zubaydah Bābar pulled her head up from Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and with a sharp intake of breath held very still.
I did not at first realize what had happened but with Zubaydah Bābar’s sudden change in position, I stopped and noticed, I was buried to the hilt up Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bunghole.
Before I could apologize or say anything else, Zubaydah Bābar looked back at me over her shoulder, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes wide,
“You’re in my ass. Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Vallah, I like it. Vallah, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. Will you please?”
I paused for a minute then asked.
“Are you sure, Zubaydah Bābar?”
“Damn, yes, I’m sure. I never felt anything like that.” Zubaydah Bābar answered.
I began very slowly to slide my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole and I could feel Zubaydah Bābar’s anal Musalmān muscles tighten around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then just as easily, I pushed back in.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned.
I complied by pumping a bit faster on Zubaydah Bābar and then faster as she plopped her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face back into Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I pumped away on her and as I did, I watched Nishāt Nazli turn herself around and position herself under Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while Zubaydah Bābar was still eating hers.
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went into a 69 while I fucked Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole.
Then I felt Zubaydah Bābar tighten on me and squeeze her Musalmān sphincter muscles on my Hindu length.
She shuddered and I could feel her release again as my Uncut Hindu Cock massaged her colon.
As Zubaydah Bābar relaxed from her orgasm, I let myself slide out of her and stood beside the bed.
I bent over and whimpered into Zubaydah Bābar’s ear.
“Do you want to piss on Nishāt Nazli with me?”
Zubaydah Bābar answered with a smile and crawled out from underneath her friend.
Nishāt Nazli tried to hold her in place.
I told her to let Zubaydah Bābar go.
“Do you want your fantasy?”
Nishāt Nazli blushed slightly and nodded.
“Ok then come into the bathroom.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls followed me and I directed Nishāt Nazli to lie in the big tub.
It was set into a pedestal and had an 8″ lip all the way around it.
Nishāt Nazli crawled in and lay in the bottom and I directed Zubaydah Bābar onto the lip.
“Where do you want it, the face, your Musalmān tits your belly.”
Nishāt Nazli did not answer she just lay there with an embarrassed look on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“Squat over her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face. She won’t tell us so she gets it there.”
Zubaydah Bābar grinned an evil grin and squatted immediately on top of Nishāt Nazli’s face only a few inches away.
Nishāt Nazli looked up into her friend’s spread Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and waited, she was so turned on.
Any second now Zubaydah Bābar was going to fulfill her fantasy and let a stream of piss fly into her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and she would surely get some in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
The thought disgusted her but got her incredibly turned on at the same time.
Then suddenly she saw a bit of movement and it came, it rolled out of Zubaydah Bābar’s open lips and splashed over Nishāt Nazli’s face.
The hot stream of piss hit her in the eye and then over her nose and, yes, into her open mouth.
She spat it back out but more ran in. the salty harsh ammonia smell of piss covered everything then just as Zubaydah Bābar’s stream slackened she felt a second stream.
It was I.
Nishāt Nazli had not been paying attention and I positioned myself and let fly a stream that impacted Nishāt Nazli in the throat then I directed it up into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and over her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face .
She had her hand buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as we pissed on Nishāt Nazli.
Nishāt Nazli was in heaven.
“What a turn on.” She thought to herself as the salty liquid ran into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and some invariably went down her Musalmān throat.
Nishāt Nazli orgasamed again as she realized she had just swallowed Zubaydah Bābar’s piss and mine too.
Then all too soon, we stopped.
It was finished.
Nishāt Nazli lay in the tub covered in our piss and loving the smell and feel of the warm liquid.
Zubaydah Bābar and I stood over her looking at Nishāt Nazli and smiling.
“Come on,” I said after a minute, “time for a shower. I need to wash off my Uncut Hindu Lund and you need to rinse that stuff out of your hair.”
I helped Nishāt Nazli sit up and then to her surprise I leaned over and smiled at her confusion.
“Do you think you’re the first Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman I pissed on?” I asked Nishāt Nazli.
The three of us crowded into the walk in shower and washed off.
Nishāt Nazli r shampooed her hair and washed herself off while Zubaydah Bābar washed the anal residue from My Uncut Hindu Cock.
We were near to done when Nishāt Nazli looked at me.
“You didn’t come yet did you.”
I just shrugged my shoulders and both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls looked at each other and immediately dropped to their knees and took turns sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund off until I came half in Zubaydah Bābar’s mouth and half in Nishāt Nazli’s mouth.
Once I had finished they shared their prize with each other.
The two of them kissed long and hard before they returned to my Uncut Hindu Cock and licked me like a lollipop.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stood and Zubaydah Bābar put her arms around me and kissed me.
“Thank you. That was fun. Thanks for understanding and helping. Especially, thanks for fucking my Musalmān ass. I never did that before and I didn’t think I would like it but I loved it. Next time maybe you’ll come in my ass so I could feel it inside me, and maybe we could go outside maybe tonight and we could pee on Nishāt Nazli again. I mean in the back yard it’s dark and no one could see.”
I smiled back.
“I think that would be fun. What about you, Nishāt Nazli?”
Nishāt Nazli hesitated.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to take that Hindu monster in my backside.”
Then Nishāt Nazli looked at the smile on Zubaydah Bābar’s face.
Nishāt Nazli immediately corrected herself.
“Well maybe. But you’ll pee on me again. I thought it was neat.”
Then we turned off the water and dried off.
The three of us walked into the living room without bothering to dress.
I laughed as I watched the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls walk away.
They turned to me and Nishāt Nazli asked, “What’s so funny?”
“You both look a little bowlegged.” I laughed.
They both stuck their tongues out at me as they waddled into the other room.
We spent the rest of the morning in the living room watching movies, cuddling and playing with one another.
Nishāt Nazli fell asleep first and Zubaydah Bābar right behind her.
I chuckled as I draped a blanket over each of them.
I went to my bedroom and pulled on the shorts I had been wearing and went to my office while the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls slept.
I spent a few hours working and then made my way back upstairs and found the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls still asleep.
They had kicked the blanket off and both of them were lying there mostly exposed.
Looking at them, I got My blood going again and I walked over to get a better look at them.
Zubaydah Bābar was lying on her side and looked comfortable, while Nishāt Nazli was also on her side but curled up and I had a good view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot hanging out.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips were glistening with wetness.
“She must be having a good dream.” I thought to myself.
I got down on the floor with them and sat next to Nishāt Nazli.
I stretched my arm out and let my Uncut Hindu Lund run through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Nishāt Nazli moaned and moved a bit.
I repeated my touch to her only applying a bit more pressure and letting my Uncut Hindu Lund trail up and down her quivering crimson Musalmān lips .
Nishāt Nazli moaned louder and humped toward my Uncut Hindu Lund as I touched her.
Then I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide up inside Nishāt Nazli and slowly worked it in and out.
Within seconds, Nishāt Nazli was pushing herself on my Uncut Hindu Lund and humping it in her sleep.
I pulled my shorts down and slid in behind her.
I removed my Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and placed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips just at her entrance.
Nishāt Nazli missed the stimulation of my Uncut Hindu Lund and let out a mewing sound when I removed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When I placed my Uncut Hindu Lund at her entrance her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body responded by pushing down toward me.
I slipped inside.
So far just the head was in Nishāt Nazli but I slowly applied more pressure and more of me slid up inside her until I was fully inside.
I lay like that for a minute enjoying the warm wetness that enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nishāt Nazli wiggled her butt a bit on me and I started slowly to fuck myself in to her.
Very slowly drawing myself out and then sliding it back in, never hard but slowly and gently.
Nishāt Nazli hunched herself up even more allowing me deeper access.
As our sleeping fuck went on I increased my pace and shortly I felt her breathing quicken and then her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes opened and Nishāt Nazli looked back at me in a glassy eyed stare.
She groaned and laid her head back down on the cushion, she was using as a pillow.
I kept my rhythm as I felt her tighten down on my meat and the juice flow around my Uncut Hindu Cock as Nishāt Nazli came on me.
Now I urged her to roll over in her belly and I held myself over her as I banged her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from behind.
I felt as though I could go on forever.
It was not even lunchtime yet and I had already screwed Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās before she left earlier and had cum in Zubaydah Bābar’s mouth after fucking both her and Nishāt Nazli.
Now I was doing Nishāt Nazli and I was enjoying the fuck.
She felt so good wrapped around my massive Uncut Hindu Cock as I worked it in and out of her.
Soon I felt her orgasm rising, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body tightened and the flow of juice.
I still was nowhere near ready to cum and my energy was starting to flag.
But I kept pounding anyway.
Nishāt Nazli’s second orgasm was followed shortly by the third and then almost immediately by the fourth, then her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body began to spasm as she went into continuous orgasm.
Each my Hindu thrust brought Nishāt Nazli over the edge but my energy level was down and I was tired so I slowed and let myself fall out of her.
Nishāt Nazli lay on the floor breathing heavily her muscles twitching all over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body as she recovered from her experience.
After a few minutes, Nishāt Nazli looked over at me and smiled.
“Durgesh, You sure know how to give a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl a workout.”
Then she pulled herself over to me and kissed me gently then laid her head on my chest.
As she looked down, she saw that I was still hard.
“Why did you stop if you hadn’t cum yet?” Nishāt Nazli asked.
“I was a ways from cumming yet and my muscles started to get tired. I guess I must be getting hungry and need to refuel.” I laughed.
Nishāt Nazli took me in her hand and began gently to run her hand over the slimy Uncut Hindu Cock that had just given her so much pleasure.
Zubaydah Bābar had heard our exchange and woke up to see Nishāt Nazli Jacking my shiny Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Looks like I missed some fun.” Zubaydah Bābar said as she propped herself up.
“Just a little.” Nishāt Nazli answered, “Durgesh is doing his best to fuck me to death today, I think.”
“Looks like you tired him out.” Zubaydah Bābar giggled.
“Not likely. Durgesh had me stuck in constant orgasm. I thought I was going to have a stroke before I stopped.” Nishāt Nazli complained.
Then she took me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and slowly sucked her own accumulated juices off my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
I felt her quivering crimson Musalmān lips sliding up and down my Hindu shaft and relished the feel of the ashvinātam blowjob Nishāt Nazli was giving me.
She kept at me and after about 5 minutes of trying still had not gotten the load of cum from me.
She pulled her head up and looked at me.
I smiled at her.
“You two sucked me dry earlier. I need to recharge.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls looked at each other then at me and in unison said,
Then we laughed.
Nishāt Nazli picked up the comment.
“You have me so well fucked now that I don’t know if I can walk.”
Then Zubaydah Bābar put her two cents in “I like the ass fucking you gave me but that Hindu monster of yours stretches a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl out. I know that I am going to be walking funny for a bit. I still feel as though it’s up there. If we keep you tired out with our Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ashvinātam blow jobs maybe we can get some rest.”
All the three laughed.
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She was a little worried too.
Soon the shaking and shuddering stopped and the flow of juice reduced to a dripping.
Zubaydah Bābar attempted to stand up but her Musalmān legs were like rubber.
I grasped her under an arm and helped her turn around and sit on the back of the couch.
“How do you feel? Is that what you wanted?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at me, pulled me to her and kissed me.
“That was exactly what I wanted. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”
Nishāt Nazli was still staring at her friend.
“Wow, you really liked that. I mean I really bit down hard. Didn’t it hurt?”
I answered for Zubaydah Bābar.
“Of course it hurt. Zubaydah Bābar likes a little pain with her pleasure. Don’t you, Zubaydah Bābar?”
Zubaydah Bābar nodded her head and a sheepish smile crossed her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“I like it best when it hurts a little. I guess I’m weird.”
“I bet you like to be tied up too, and maybe some spanking or something.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar really started to blush.
“I never tried it, but it sounds like fun.” She admitted.
I helped her stand.
“Come on, Nishāt Nazli; let’s help her to my bed. She’s a little wrung out. Then we can see about her fantasies.”
Nishāt Nazli looked a little fearful.
“You’re not going to hurt me like that. Are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.” I told her as we helped Zubaydah Bābar to the bedroom. “Everybody has fantasies of some sort. Some are more mundane than others are. Some are outright weird and dangerous. Zubaydah Bābar’s are just a little rough. However, she has to be careful whom she acts them out with. The wrong person could really hurt her. She is a masochist. She likes pain. If she were to pair up with a hard-core sadist, he could really hurt her or maybe kill her if he really has a problem. Therefore, Zubaydah Bābar, promise me you won’t go indulging your fantasy with just anyone. Make sure you know them really well and preferably make sure there is a third person involved to put a stop to it if it starts to get out of hand.”
Zubaydah Bābar just nodded.
“I know it’s dangerous and I only let it go like that once before. I … I probably wouldn’t have let it happen today but I trust you. I know that Durgesh wouldn’t hurt me.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled at me.
I smiled back as we lay Zubaydah Bābar on the bed.
I crawled in beside Zubaydah Bābar and kissed her gently on the lips.
Nishāt Nazli sat on the edge of the bed and I looked at her.
“So Nishāt Nazli, what kind of fantasies do you have? What do you dream about that gets you really hot? If I can help, I will. If it’s too far out for me, then maybe we can get close.”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and looked away.
“I’ve already had most of my fantasies, like we did the other day. You know with you and Zubaydah Bābar, a three way. I also … well we’re living one now, all of us running around the house naked and a Hindu mature man chasing us around and screwing us.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.
“Hindu mature man?” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly, “Have you noticed, here in Ved Nagar, it’s quite normal. Isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Nishāt Nazli looked at Zubaydah Bābar questioningly.
“Hindus here, are enjoying marital relations and live in relationship with modern young Musalmān Beauties more, than anywhere. Haven’t you noticed it? In a recent survey, here at Ved Nagar, 90% mature Hindus are found having marital relations/live in relationships with the ultramodern PhD Musalmān Beauties aged 28 to 35, while the Hindus are mostly aged 50 and above.”
“Long live Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said curtly.
Nishāt Nazli twisted herself to me.
“You mean Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it?”
“What do you think? It’s natural?”
“Why not?” Zubaydah Bābar said, “I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah why she prefers you. She says she wants a man for her, thoroughly experienced, strong, capable, not a boy that is as inexperienced as she herself is.”
“You are repeating only what the young Musalmān Beauties life partners of 90% mature Hindus of Ved Nagar said in that survey.” I said bitterly.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli both looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t you agree with them?” Zubaydah Bābar asked me somewhat uncertainly.
“Well, it’s their life and it’s their decision.” I said noncommittally.
“But you don’t appreciate it, do you?”
“I think there’s another view also expressed about it.”
“Of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s, your former live in relationship partner’s?”
“She is still the Attorney General here at Ved Nagar.” I said gravely, “Isn’t she?”
“Sure,” Bābarah Åālamgīr interfered entering there and joining us, “our Mayor is the most lenient man in the history of entire humankind. Everyone advised him to take action against the present Attorney General, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. Yet, he denied all such suggestions.”*
The visit had been quite unexpected.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had forgotten that she had made the appointment.
She had forgotten to cancel it.
She should have canceled it after she’d promised to have dinner with the Mayor.
Now, Jamīlah Aurangzeb was trying to get it over with as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Yet, Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t want to hurt the man sitting opposite her.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a great man, as far as she knew him.
He was one of the most respected men here at Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to disgrace him either this way or that, but Durgesh had suddenly granted the request of Sarvochch Brahmarshi, to make Imām Muħammad Ħasan the executive head of Ashvinātam, the residence of the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed on it ironically.
“Prakash succeeded ultimately in pleasing his younger most successful Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Bhābhījān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab. Nafīsah Salmān Bhābhījān is not as important for Sarvochch Brahmarshi now, as she was once. I’m surprised at even Durgesh surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I never imagined it even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You must not be as jealous to your own daughter, Ammī, as you are now. Durgesh surrendered to me? Hahaha. Sarvochch Brahmarshi succeeded in pleasing me ultimately? Does he even need it ever?”
At another time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb could have really enjoyed talking with such a man of principles that he even sacrificed his position in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat’s National Council.
They called it that.
In imitation of Ved Nagar’s Council?
But Ved Nagar wasn’t a country.
Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat was.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb couldn’t enjoy however it now.
Not tonight, with the heap of papers on her desk still to be read, with the long tense evening in the Ashvinātam.
Well, she was capable enough not to feel awkward facing her former live in relationship partner.
It would have been normal if only her daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, hadn’t exaggerated it.
She was still making it a great issue.
“It’s normal, Bābarah.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb had tried to explain it to her daughter, “I needed Durgesh once as much as you need him now. You may think it was my obsession to him. You may think I needed extraordinary sex then. Now you are yourself an adult. You can understand it now thoroughly. Why the hell are you exaggerating it?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was furious.
“I am exaggerating it?”
“Certainly not. Durgesh is exaggerating it.”
“That you are his stepdaughter?” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled ironically.
“Am not I?”
“Certainly not. A stepdaughter relationship is a marital relationship, not a relationship that comes out of a live in relationship.”
“I agree with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, “live in relationship doesn’t generate any marital relationship because live in relationship itself isn’t a marital relationship. You and Durgesh were never married. So, there isn’t any harm if I replace you myself as Durgesh’s new live in relationship partner.”
“That’s right. That’s the legal status of this relationship here in Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said.
Bābarah Åālamgīr beamed at her Ammī.
“That’s the legal opinion of the Attorney General of India?”
“Attorney General of Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled at her daughter, “Ved Nagar legally now somewhat enjoys the special status like Jammu and Kashmir. It has its own Attorney General. Ved Nagar is too advanced in technology that the rest of India can’t maintain same legal system. The Government of India has to allow Ved Nagar to have its own legal system and its own Attorney General, as Ved Nagar refused to separate itself from India.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Ved Nagar hates separation ab initio. It wants to bring the entire infinite creations, instead, under one Federal Government with utmost possible autonomy to every member state.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“What do you think of your husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Attorney General of Ved Nagar?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb casually.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan, scrutinizing him now.
What was he after, actually?
She smiled, casually herself.
“What do I think of my husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
“Sure, that was my question.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb immediately thought of the physical Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
No doubt, her husband was very impressive among Musalmīn with his bearded face.
Even the persons, who did not hate terrorist Musalmīn to the extent Dr. Ali Sina, his co-authors and his followers did, respected Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr very much.
Yet, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, knew very well, what her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was actually.
She smiled ironically.
Perhaps, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was perhaps fooling even Durgesh successfully.
Was it her own mistake?
She shouldn’t have asked him for divorce.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a blustering, loud mouthed, braying, harsh, and almost as tall as Durgesh, with a rasping, rough, voice.
His eyes were small squinting, and gimlet in a small round head set atop a short thick neck on a brawny, strong, expanse of chest.
It was however, his exterior.
It wasn’t as important as his interior was in her opinion.
Should she confirm Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s doubts about her husband?
“Frankly,” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said, “I think Durgesh and you both know about my husband even more than me. Durgesh respects you more and his faith in you is stronger than even Durgesh’s faith in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“That’s right. Yet you are his wife.”
“So what? Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr isn’t one of the persons who have more faith in his wife/wives than in the persons more reliable to him.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“How many wives he has?”
“Three more I think, according to Muslim Personal Law.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr obeys Muslim Personal Law?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan prudently.
“He has to, if he wants to keep Muslim opinion with him.”
“It isn’t any Islamic country.”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t believe Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters?”
“Sure, why are you so surprised?”
“They say Ved Nagar is the best place to live at, for Musalmān Beauties.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“They are right. Yet, even the best place to live at, for us Musalmān Beauties, is being hounded by the shrewdest Pseudo Musalmīn now.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted once more.
“You mean you Musalmān Beauties aren’t safe from Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even here at Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“Ved Nagar has an utmost dangerous policy.”
“And what’s that, if I may ask the Attorney General of Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb again watched him scrutinizing.
“Ved Nagar believes in ‘Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt’ and ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat’.”
“And it’s dangerous?”
“Sure it is.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, said academically, “Ved Nagar is an ideal state established by Durgesh, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and other Vedic Monotheist Hindus…”
“I don’t think so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, looked at him quite surprised.
“You don’t think so?”
“No. For your kind information, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, the Musalmān Beauties having marital/Sexual/Love/live in relationships with the Hindus are more in numbers than Hindus even that established Ved Nagar. Moreover, I am also one of the persons that are responsible for establishment of Ved Nagar.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb was dumbfounded.
She watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuuu? You are one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb shrewdly.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I thought you are a communal Musalmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“If you are a communal Musalmān, why the hell you were one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
“Either you aren’t a communal Musalmān or you aren’t one of the persons that found Ved Nagar.”*
I looked at the pile of paperwork on my desk and rubbed at my eyes.
It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with my friend Aħmad Åbdullāh’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days Aħmad Åbdullāh’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time.
On top of that, I had a burial to organise for Aħmad Åbdullāh on the Island.
Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder I felt exhausted somewhat.
It was two in the morning and high time I had some stress relief.
I got up from my desk and moved to the door of my office, part of my home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs, as was my habit.
Once outside, I smiled.
I’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
I turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens.
A couple of turns and I was moving around the edge of the building where the Island’s food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.
I knew if anyone spotted me s/he’d just assume I was going for my habitual late night snack, but I knew different.
I bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.
Casually I glanced around.
Seeing no one, I slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and I moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
I quickly slid myself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above me, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty-three rungs below me.
Reaching the bottom, I turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened.
I pressed my hand to the small screen inside the box and the door, beside me, swung open.
I smiled in anticipation.
I had a lot of catching up to do.
I entered the saferoom, or as I thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where I could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
I ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on my left, a control room where I could make contact with the outside world if need be, but my focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities.
I moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Aħmad Åbdullāh had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.
My friend’s words came back to me, as they always did when he looked at the setup.
“There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”
I smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the Island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen, then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.
The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited my purposes perfectly.
I settled my fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Aħmad Åbdullāh’s favourite PA, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
She was one of my favourites too, a hot, toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
It wasn’t her intellect that interested me at present though, as I watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom.
My memory provided me hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
I felt the familiar stirring in my Hindu groin and smiled.
Time to move the recording back.
My fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
The simple system allowed me to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and I was viewing it in reverse.
A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad undressing, and then sleeping.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She’d been asleep for five hours or so when I saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappearing backwards into the bathroom.
I reset the dial, my left hand coming to rest on my belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unfastened my belt and trousers.
She had joined me in the meantime.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled down my fly and slid her hand in my trousers.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her towel.
I saw her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly stroking me as I watched Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dry herself.
She moved too quickly for me though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s room.
I punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stroked me in anticipation, the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared.
Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous Musalmān breasts on display.
she brushed her teeth.
I zoomed the camera in on her ever-erect Musalmān breasts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as I watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.
“Come on, you hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered. “Get in the damn shower.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock eloquently.
The teeth brushing continued for another minute.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad disappeared off screen.
I zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle.
The water began immediately and I slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong.
In slow motion, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s grip tightened on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always did this before she went in the shower.
I zoomed in a little closer.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her ever-erect Musalmān breasts jutting out.
I groaned, squeezing my lips in anticipation of what came next.
Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.
“Go on, you fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered as I watched.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and took my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī mouth.
She started to suck me devotedly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s middle finger rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Fuck that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ever hottest sex goddess,” I growled.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
“Fuck me, imagine you are fucking the bitch Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, instead of me.”
“Why the imagination? You are far more beautiful than Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her palm on my chest and pushed me back gently.
I lay on my back now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately straddled on my standing perpendicular Uncut Hindu Cock.
It disappeared into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young Cunt, gradually, entirely ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Happy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Sure, my dear ever young Musalmān lady.” I myself returned her wink lewdly, “What the hell more my Uncut Hindu Cock demands after all?”
“A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt around it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed suggestively.
I pulled her on me and kissed vehemently.
We both were nude now entirely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a nudist feminist.
To meet her on her own ground, I had to be myself a nudist manist, nothing less.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted wildest animal sex.
She was a strict One Man Woman.
It was natural that I had to provide her the wildest animal sex she loved very much.
Well, contrary to the general outlook, I never thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wrong in her desire however.
Her body needed it.
She was rightfully getting it from me.
It was her fundamental woman right on her man.
It was her fundamental human right on her man.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was as grateful to me as he could never be to anyone else.
None could believe it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He pleaded with Durgesh to protect him from his ever-greedy relatives or whoever the persons trying to prove him incompetent legally.
They could even murder him if they couldn’t prove him incompetent.
They had successfully staged the murder of Muħammad bin Qāsim framing his own most efficient daughter Al Kubrah Al Qāsim masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
And now they were spreading the rumors that Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand is the brain behind this conspiracy with Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā masterminding it all.
If Durgesh were not safeguarding Al Muħammad Al Qāsim it wasn’t any surprise Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been dead by now.*
And they say Durgesh is anti Muslim, Durgesh is communal.
They say Durgesh helps Musalmīn only when the Musalmīn let Durgesh fuck their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, if even it is so, isn’t Durgesh better than his Musalmān sons in law and his ever greedy Musalmān relatives?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would never let Durgesh down.
Durgesh hasn’t let him down even for his ever-cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
They say Durgesh helps only the Musalmān damsels in distress so that he can fuck them to satisfy his ever unquenchable infinite communal sexual Hindu lust for them.
Then why the hell Durgesh is helping Al Muħammad Al Qāsim against his ever cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?
Isn’t Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, incredibly beautiful?
Isn’t she fucking Durgesh herself?
But isn’t Durgesh playing game with Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too to safeguard Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?
Damn the anti Durgesh ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.
Another Årab Sheikħ came hurrying from the room behind the curtained doorway.
“Welcome to the savior, welcome to the ever greatest son in law of the Al Qāsim Al Åbbās families.”
The Årab Sheikħ came forward, smiling respectfully.
Powerful shoulders pushed out a short, muscular arm.
Thick strong fingers grasped my hand.
“I’m Zāhid, Al Zāhid Al Saåīd.”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim actually, lowered the lids of his eyes.
His skin was so transparent and wax like at the moment that he seemed almost as a corpse.
Then his eyes slowly opened.
The look of intense concentration had departed.
There was a smile on his lips now.
Moreover, in his eyes, there was a kindly twinkle.
“Forgive me, Durgesh my son, I need a good lawyer. I wanted to see if you really measured up.”
“Well,” I smiled, “Didn’t Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, your own daughter, told you about me?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched my strong Uncut Hindu Lund coming out until head from Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and vanishing into the same again up to my balls.
“Well,” he smiled, “her need is different and my need is different.”*
I immediately saw what Bābarah Åālamgīr had been talking about.
She was all bubbly and energetic.
As she sat there and reviewed her plans with us, we smiled at each other.
“I figured if we leave around 7 AM tomorrow we will get to my place around noon or so. Then we can load everything up, and be gone, in an hour or so. Maybe more, so I can spend some time with my Ammī. However, I definitely want to be gone before Durgesh gets home. It won’t take long to load because all my stuff is still in the boxes from the dorm and in another 15 minutes or so, I’ll grab the few things left in my room. That will put us at your place in the late afternoon and we can either load up or wait and spend the night or if you want, we can get a motel room. Then come back the next day and be here for supper or maybe a little later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās gushed out non-stop.
“So why are you so upbeat and happy today, you’re acting like you won the lottery?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at her, then at me.
She smiled demurely and looked down before she said,
“Well, I spent last night with a really wonderful man and I saw parts of him I’ve never seen before. And it made me feel really special. Besides that, I realized how much Durgesh loves Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and that not everyone is as distant and uncaring as my father is or as cold as my stepfather. I realized what a parent is supposed to be like and I am so happy to share some time with him. It is sickening isn’t it?” She giggled out the last statement.
I was a little cautious at her references to me.
I never did take praise well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just looked at her friend.
She realized that whatever happened last night, her Hindu Stepfather must have opened up a little at least.
And where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had been a little hesitant before, she was now fully fledged in love with me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and felt genuine warmth radiating from her friend and happiness.
Bābarah Åālamgīr felt happy for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, as well as happy for me.
She decided that I was probably falling for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, but in my own way.
Slowly and carefully, like a man driving down a hill riding the brakes all the way.
I would get there, but in my own good time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr decided that I was cautious enough so she changed the subject
“How are we going to get your car down here?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“That piece of junk probably wouldn’t survive the trip. I called my uncle and he’s giving me $500 for it so I can fix it for my cousin. Between that and the money, we got playing golf I have enough for a down payment. That’s the other surprise I bought a car this morning the guy who rents the trucks sells cars and I got a good deal.”
Now I stopped and suspicion and alarm in my voice I asked.
“Where did you buy this car?”
She looked at me, startled.
“At the lot down on the strip, Bayside Auto, Why, is everything Ok.”
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās I don’t want to stick my nose in your business. After all it is your money, but since you bought it from me it might be wise if I took a look at it.” I offered.
“Durgesh, isn’t that where you got my car?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Yes it is. I only deal with him because I own the land my lot sits on and I lease it to him. He’s afraid if I jerk him around, I’ll close him down because he’s always behind in the rent. So if it’s Ok with you Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, we can take a ride down and talk to him.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās seemed a little crestfallen.
“Ok, I was going to talk to you first anyway but he made it sound like such a good deal and I had somebody coming to look at it this afternoon. I didn’t want to lose it and now I screwed up.”
“You may not have screwed up. Besides, if you did you are in good company because everybody that lives here has bought a car from him at one time or another and most regretted it. Therefore, you may have lots of company. Or maybe you got a good one like I did for Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I got into my car and headed down to the used car lot.
“No matter what happens or what I say just don’t protest. We will work him a bit.” I admonished her on the drive down.
We parked the car, got out, and we immediately met a sales representative.
“Just tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here.” I ordered.
“Well, Āftāb Aħmad’s a little busy right now. How can I help you?”
“You can help by doing what you’re told. Go tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here and he will be pissed if he’s not out here in 30 seconds flat.”
The guy gave me a look that said I stepped in something bad and sauntered off to the office.
We could see someone peeking out through the blinds of the office and shortly Āftāb Aħmad came out of the building.
“Is that the guy you dealt with?” I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
“That’s him.” She answered.
“Ok just smile and act excited.” I told her.
“Hey Durgesh, how’s it going? Is this little lady a friend of yours?”
“Yep she is. I just figured we could take a look at what she bought.”
“Well, I wish I had known that before I could have worked her a good deal on something better. I could cut a deal on that one over their or the blue one too.”
“Well Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you go look at the cars and tell Āftāb Aħmad which ones you really like and let’s see if I can make you happy today.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at the two men and then at the cars.
“Well I can’t afford much.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Āftāb Aħmad has a big markup on some of these. He can move a lot and on others, he can’t. Therefore, that’s why I said to pick a couple of them out and we’ll go over it. He’s going to do you a good deal because he’s a friend of mine. Right, Āftāb Aħmad?”
“That’s right. Let Little lady pick some car out and we’ll talk about it. But now that I know you’re a friend of Durgesh. I’m not going to let you have the one we talked about earlier. It’s not good enough for you.”
So reluctantly, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wandered off to look at the cars.
As she left, I turned to Āftāb Aħmad.
“Āftāb Aħmad, you owe me 6 months back rent so whatever she wants she is going to get and without her knowing that any of it is coming out of my pocket. I’m not going to gouge you but I want her happy! Understand.”
“Ah Durgesh, things have been slow. I’ll get the money to ‘ya like always.”
“I know you will and I’m going to get at least some of it today. And when I said Understand” that was not a question that was a statement. I never bust your balls about the rent. Now I’m getting a favor in return or I can let Firdaus send the sheriff down and padlock everything like she’s always bitching at me to do. You know I let her handle the rental properties and you know what a bitch she can be. So decide me or her.”
Āftāb Aħmad licked his lips and without further hesitation,
“Whatever I can do for you Durgesh, it’s yours. I know you work with her and I ain’t stupid enough to want to deal with Firdaus. I hate to complain but I really would like to rework the lease.”
“Cut her a good deal and if she doesn’t have any trouble with it, we will see in October. Fair enough?”
“Yep. But they are used cars, Durgesh.”
“Have I ever been unreasonable Āftāb Aħmad ?”
About then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās walked up.
“Ok I like the black one over there and the blue one over there and I really like the red one but I know it’s more than I can afford.”
“Well, little lady, let’s go into the office and see what we can do. But I would rather not sell you the black one. It may have a tiny problem with the transmission.” And he turned and started for the office.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me.
“Did he just tell us the black one is a piece of junk?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. He also told us the one you bought is junk. If it wasn’t he just would have wanted to cut the price for you rather than let me skim the cream off my lot.” I answered.
“I think I’m glad you made me come back here.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said with relief in her voice.
We sat in the office and started to talk.
Āftāb Aħmad kept trying to push the blue car and the price he offered was attractive.
But I pointed out that she really like the red one.
“Well Durgesh, I got a lot into that car. it’s a little pricey. I paid almost $7500 for it and Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she doesn’t want to spend more than $5000.”
I looked at Āftāb Aħmad,
“I know where you got that car. You bought it from the Simmons kid before he shipped out overseas and you gave him $5000. Therefore, there is no reason in the world that, as a friend of mine, you can’t sell it to Nasīm Muåāwiyah here for $5500. You’re still making $500 off it. Yeah I know that you can probably get $9000 for it but what are friends for anyway.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās listened and then interrupted.
“Durgesh, I really did not want to spend that much. The payments are too high. I could afford it but it would be tight.”
“Honey, the payments are high because Āftāb Aħmad is charging 18% interest. The bank only charges 8 or 9% and I charge even less. All I want is sex. So let me loan you the difference.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās blushed crimson at my openness in front of a stranger but fell into step with me when she saw Āftāb Aħmad’s jaw drop open.
“That’s like threatening me with Ice Cream for dessert. I’ll give that to you and beg for more.”
Now Āftāb Aħmad was flabbergasted.
Here was his proprietor, older than he was who was talking about having sex with this Musalmān hottie that was young enough to be his daughter.
Some guys get all the luck.
I turned to him and nearly laughed aloud.
“You see Āftāb Aħmad, Nasīm Muåāwiyah is my girlfriend, she’s moving in with me. I care a lot about her and I want her to be happy. Therefore, she gets the red one for $5500. She already gave you $500 deposit, she’ll give you another $500 in a few days and the balance comes off what you owe me. End of discussion.”
One look at my face and Āftāb Aħmad only nodded.
He pulled out the forms for the transfer.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left very happy and I even shook Āftāb Aħmad’s hand and thanked him.
I was happy because Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was happy.
On the way home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said.
“Thanks for helping me with that. I would have gotten screwed but good. I am also going to pay you back. I don’t want to be a freeloader or moocher. I will pay my own way. I didn’t want to argue back there but I want to get a loan for it. And give it to you.”
“You’re welcome and don’t worry about getting a loan. Āftāb Aħmad is habitually between 3 and 9 months behind on my rent and I don’t get any interest from him. Therefore, I won’t take it from you. I know you’ll pay me back. However, you don’t have to. I considered giving it to you as a gift but I figured you wouldn’t accept it. Therefore, it’s a loan and once you get a couple of paychecks you figure out how you want to pay me. Besides it was worth it to see Āftāb Aħmad’s face, when he realized this old Hindu man was bopping the young Musalmān hottie.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās started to laugh.
“He did nearly drop his teeth. Didn’t he?”*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim/Al Åbbās Al Saåīd grasped the big rubber tires of the wheelchair, spun it in a quick turn, lunged forward with his thin shoulders, and, mustering surprising strength for the persons who didn’t know he wasn’t Al Åbbās Al Saåīd actually, sent the chair shooting back through the curtained doorway at such speed that the others, following along behind, were left hopelessly in the rear.
Only Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I could follow him. We were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
We could hover ourselves even with more speed.
I have only to penetrate Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my almost infinite Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund, to the hilt.
I hadn’t even done the Prayog.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās did that as soon as I penetrated her.
The room beyond the curtained doorway was a well-furnished drawing room with mosaic floors, sumptuous rugs and lavished furniture.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim spun the wheelchair into a quick turn and stopped it instantly.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim handled his chair with the deft, expert skill born of long practice.
I couldn’t believe he could do it with the practice he could do after I chalked out the scheme for his safety.
It was obvious; Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing it even before I advised him to do it.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās pushed her glorious nude Musalmān buttocks into my lap eloquently.
She was as if saying I told you that, watch yourself.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās suspected Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing to replace her Abbū, Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, for a long time.
The question was Why?
“Relax, relax.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in high-pitched, piping voice, “Don’t stand on formality, please. There isn’t any time. Durgesh, my boy, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, my child, relax now. Al Zāhid, sit down. Damn it. You make me nervous, hovering around over me. I’m not going to break in two.”
“What has happened?” I asked him patiently.
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Al Nādirah Al Åbbās rushed to me, put her beautiful young arms around my neck and kissed me full on my lips.
I hugged her wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās felt me hardened.
She grinned mischievously and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed pleasantly melodically yet gracefully.
We undressed each other.
Next moment, I wasn’t fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, instead, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was fucking me wildly.
She had straddled me on my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Her glorious Musalmān buttocks were in wild up and down motions.
My ever erect Uncut Hindu Cock was penetrating Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We fucked violently.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Hindu Piyā.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said fucking me violently, “But Abbū is all worked up. Apparently, there’s been a shooting in the lower flat. Abbū is afraid officers will be swarming all over the place to interfere with what he wants to see you about. He says it’s dreadfully important and I’m commissioned to get a habeas corpus, mandamus, or whatever you lawyers call it, to see there at once. Abbū promises to pay you anything you want if you’ll come immediately.”
I smiled, playing with her young glorious Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was visiting her young, twenty eight years old ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt ravenously itself.
She was kissing me wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was wilder and more ravenous in sex than Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was even, to the extent that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd couldn’t find anyway except to complain to Al Åbbās Al Saåīd that his daughter was disturbing her in her honeymoon with me.
“Can you tell me exactly what’s the nature of your Abbū’s business with me?” I asked smiling.
“Frankly I can’t, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. My Abbū is one of those rugged Årab individualists. I was to act intermediary.”
“He understands who is the perfect intermediary between him and me.” I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās also winked at me,
“Doesn’t he? He understands very well how to make you Hindus work for us Musalmīn. You all the Hindus are crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties. Well, Abbū provides you Hindus Musalmān Beauties as much as you want and keep you Hindus working for him nonstop with extraordinary loyalty to him.”
“And you think it’s only your Abbū’s policy?” I laughed, “Everyone successful Musalmān ruler, king, Bādshāh, Sultān, Nawāb, whatsoever his title was, successfully ruled Hindu dominant areas, using the same policy, in pre 1857 days.”
“Yes, I know.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly, “Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, learned this policy from Shérshāh Sūrī. He studied prudently why Shérshāh Sūrī was so successful in making Humāyūn run away from India to Iran. He found it and implemented in his realm. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t conceiving Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah out of a whole cloth ever first. She had studied prudently the tremendous miraculous success of the Mughal Empire in India. She found it was the Ashvinātam Hindu Muslim Unity. Aurangzeb tried to destroy it and destroyed the entire Mughal Empire consequently imprudently. East India Company took full advantage of it. It filled the Hindu households with British Beauties instead and managed to get the loyalty of the Hindu majority for East India Company instead of the then imprudent Musalmān rulers, gradually.”*
I woke the next morning, felt the warm soft presence next to me, and smiled.
It was when I rolled over that I got the surprise.
Instead of being it the black curly hair, I was getting used to; I saw a head of straight red hair.
There was only one redhead in the house, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
‘What the hell was Bābarah Åālamgīr doing here?
Was I blind last night?
Did I have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr?’
All ran through my mind as a lump formed in my stomach.
I cautiously raised the sheet to peer underneath and found that as I had suspected, Bābarah Åālamgīr was in my bed, completely naked.
Nothing new about that however.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wore clothes less often than she ran without, to seduce me of course.
I understood that.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I dropped the sheet, layback for a minute to try to clear the sleep out of my head, remembered what happened and why Bābarah Åālamgīr was there.
I lay there quietly for a good 10 minutes before I gave up.
The last I remembered was making love to Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās for what seemed like forever and falling asleep in her arms.
I had absolutely no recollection of Bābarah Åālamgīr being involved and I knew I had not been blind.
The evening’s memories were too clear for that.
So why was Bābarah Åālamgīr there?
I had two options.
I could slip out of bed, find Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and ask her.
In that case, I might run into Zubaydah Bābar or Nishāt Nazli and then might have to explain why Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, was naked in my bed.
On the other hand, I could wake Bābarah Åālamgīr and ask her.
The second option gave me more control of the situation and less potential for embarrassment.
Therefore, it was a no-brainer.
I turned onto my side facing her and gently shook her awake.
“Oh, hi Durgesh, good morning. How long have you been awake?” She asked me as she woke.
“Just a few minutes. I lay here trying to figure out why you’re in my bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled,
“Did I give you a start?”
“Yeah, a little. You know I never drink and I know when I fell asleep Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was here. So when and how did you get here?”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās woke me around 5:30 this morning. I don’t know what you did to her last night but she was all happy and bubbly. It was disgusting so early in the morning. All she wanted to talk about was planning to go get our stuff and bring it here. I finally told her that whatever she decided was fine as long as she let me go back to sleep. She had me out in the living room and I tried to lie on the couch but it was cold. Therefore, I crawled in with you to keep warm. She left around 7:30 to go rent a truck or something.”
“A truck? How much stuff do the two of you have?” I asked suddenly picturing my house jammed with all kinds of junk.
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled again.
“Don’t worry, not that much. She just figured that if we made one trip we wouldn’t be able to get it in my car so we’re going to get one of those little trucks. It’s just our clothes and stereo and stuff.”
“Clothes? You mean the two of you actually wear clothes. I didn’t even know you owned any?” I teased her.
Nude Bābarah Åālamgīr pulled nude me into a hug as she giggled again,
“Oh Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Of course, we have clothes; we’re Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls. Aren’t we?”
I sighed as I felt her great Musalmān tits push into my chest.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had thrown her Musalmān leg up over mine so I was certain I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pressing against my thigh.
Her Musalmān leg was only inches from my Uncut Hindu Lund that had gotten hard as a rock.
As soon as I realized Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s naked daughter was in bed with me and had not receded yet, I looked at the clock.
It was 9:30 already.
“I’m going to get up and get a shower.” I announced as a means of extricating myself from the situation.
“Oh good. I’ll join you again. That was fun yesterday.” Bābarah Åālamgīr chirped.
I groaned inwardly.
I was trying to get away from the naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān nymph and she wanted to share my shower.
I thought about declining but did not want to seem to push her away.
Besides, nothing really had happened yesterday.
I just would have to behave myself and make sure she did also.
We headed to the bathroom together.
I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
Then when I turned around, I was greeted by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting on the toilet and the unmistakable sound of urine hitting the water.
She had just sat down and gone without any thought to my being there and I had had to go also but was going to ask her for a little privacy before going.
Apparently, she didn’t feel privacy was important.
As I watched, she wiped herself and stood up, took me by my hand and stepped into the shower pulling me in with her.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I have to pee too.” I protested.
“So go ahead but you are all wet now. Therefore, you might as well go in here. It all goes to the same drain anyway.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled innocently.
Then she got that devilish look in her eye.
“Can I aim it for you?”
“No, you can’t aim it for me. I’m not used to having people watch me use the toilet. I’ve been going by myself for over 62 years, I think I can manage.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked down, mischievously, at the floor, and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
I realized that I had been a little harsher on her than I should have been and probably hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry honey; you just caught me by surprise.”
Then I sighed,
“Ok you can aim it for me.”
I saw a smile cross her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and I closed my eyes trying to pretend she wasn’t there.
I felt Bābarah Åālamgīr grasp my Hindu manhood and I relaxed to release a stream of urine.
“Oh wow that’s neat.”
I could feel Bābarah Åālamgīr directing it this way and that and smiled to myself.
Then I felt a shift in her position and opened my eyes just as she started to giggle.
“Feels weird.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as I looked down and saw that she was directing my stream into her open mouth, giggling the whole time.
I was struck dumb, not knowing what to say or do.
I was pissing into Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s open Musalmān mouth and she was enjoying drinking it.
“Who’s the pervert here?” ran through my mind as my stream subsided and she released me.
She leaned over and kissed me.
“Thanks Durgesh. That was fun. I never did that before.”
Then with that pronouncement, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, began to lather her hands up and then rub them on my body.
Suddenly all other thoughts were gone from my head as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, began to run her hands over my naked skin.
She started on my front at my shoulders and washed chest, my sides and me downwards and then to my stomach.
Instead of continuing down to my Uncut Hindu Cock as she had the previous day she urged me to turn around and she did my back moving down and massaging the soap into my ass cheeks then she reached around and began to wash my privates.
Just as Bābarah Åālamgīr had the day before she stroked me while she did it and fondled my balls.
The difference is this time she didn’t seem to want to stop.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stroking me intently with a firm grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock and I knew that if she didn’t stop soon I was going to blow my load.
“I think it’s clean enough.” I offered even though part of me, a large part, screamed to let her continue.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just released me, moved down and soaped up my legs then rinsed me off.
“My turn.” she announced as she turned around so I could do her back.
I picked up the soap and lathered up.
Then I started on her shoulders and worked my way down her back.
I spent a lot of time washing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass off, rubbing it and massaging it and she enjoyed the attention as she stuck it out for me.
The more I rubbed the more she stuck it out. Then reluctantly I proceeded down her Musalmān legs and washed her Musalmān legs and feet before continuing upwards.
I reached her sex and hesitated, in my aroused state I only hesitated to fight off the ‘incestuous’ (?) impulses I was having.
So that when I touched her sex, it was as someone bathing her not seducing her.
She felt the difference in the touch and was disappointed.
As horny as she had become now, Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted more contact.
She had been so turned on by holding me while I peed she could not resist stepping into the stream and playing it over herself.
It got her so hot she nearly came.
But now I had washed her sex and reached between her Musalmān legs to get her there.
She spread them and squatted down a bit so I would touch her most private parts and felt the tingle run through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body .
I withdrew my hands and continued up to her stomach.
Finally, I ran my hands over her chest.
I lingered on her Musalmān tits gently massaging her nipples.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped back and leaned against me.
I hesitated but continued to rub her Musalmān tits, occasionally running a hand down and over her sex again.
My touch had changed again.
I was no longer bathing her now I was caressing her.
It was foreplay now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew it and she loved it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slowly reached her hand behind her and stroked my thigh as I caressed her and then she slipped that hand up between them and let it gently wrap around my Uncut Hindu manhood.
Slowly she began to stroke me as I touched her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
My touch became more insistent and soon I was tweaking her nipples with one hand and cupping her sex with the other.
Then without warning and probably by accident I touched her ravenous Musalmān clit with my finger and that little touch caused her to release her pent up frustration.
A stream of juice rolled from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as orgasm overwhelmed her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped me harder and pumped me in her bliss and I was so close I too came shooting my Hindu sperm all over her back.
She felt it hit her back.
The realization that my Hindu seed was running down her, that she had caused it, struck her and her orgasm, instead of subsiding, renewed.
Then we were both quiet and we held each other involuntarily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my Hindu body was tense against hers and she knew I was not ready for this.
Therefore, she had to ease the guilt.
“I’m sorry Durgesh. I didn’t mean to… I mean I didn’t plan on it.”
I shushed her.
“It’s Ok. We both know we should have stopped sooner. My fault too.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned back to me and pushed closer.
“No, I should not try to tempt you like this, but I like being with you so much. It’s fun. I just didn’t intend to let it go. At least it’s not as we did anything like oral or fucked or anything. We just were carried away a little. Ok?”
“Yeah. Ok honey.” I answered.
“You’re not going to go on a guilt trip on me or anything. Are you?” She asked and turned to face me.
I smiled at her.
“No. No guilt trip.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled back and hugged me to her.
“Good, and one last thing. Now I know why Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās doesn’t want to let you go. No one has ever given me an orgasm that easily before. You are great.”
I smiled as Bābarah Åālamgīr looked back at me.
“Well, I think we’re clean enough, let’s get out and get some breakfast.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr almost blew it that time because she lost control.
I was feeling guilty and that was the last thing she wanted.
Luckily, she turned it around and made it Ok.
She continued to chastise herself as we dried each other off and went out to get something to eat.
We found a note from Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli.
They were at the beach and let the sleepy heads waste the day it said.
Therefore, we ate and chatted.
Just as we were finishing Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās returned.*
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was now on her knees and elbows and I was fucking her from her gorgeous nude behind.
We walked through the door.
The Årab Sheikħ that had opened the door, only smiled in greeting.
It was Ved Nagar.
It was a Dream City of Posthumans, Para Humans, the immortals.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Capable persons, the Årab Sheikħ thought.
They can do anything.
After all, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully brought down the age-old kingdom of Al Saåūds.
Now, there’s Democracy in former Saůūdī Årab too.
It’s not Saůūdī Årab any more.
It’s now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog is normal there too now.
The Posthumans, the Para Humans, the immortals.
Are they really?
Allah knows better.
They say they can’t live without Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Is qayāmat nearby?
Allah knows better that too.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
We entered the elevator.
The door was swung quietly shut behind us by the swift moving Årab Sheikħ.
Leaving the elevator, I heard the sound of rubber tired wheels rolling rapidly along the mosaic floor.
The same high-pitched reedy voice I had heard over the phone said.
“It’s all right, Al Salīm. Don’t bother. I’ll make it.”
Then a wheelchair shot through a curtained doorway.
An emaciated, thin, hand applied a brake, and Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I found ourselves scrutinized by a pair of piercing gray eyes, deep-set beneath shaggy brows, in a face that seemed all skin and bones.
The man in the wheelchair gave the impression of boundless nervous energy.
It was as though the strength that had been denied the body had gone into nervous vitality.
So intense was the concentration in those gray eyes that the man seemed to forget entirely the amenities of the situation.
He ignored Al Nādirah Al Åbbās utterly and completely.
She was his daughter.
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd devoted all his attention to study me.
He was as if asking in silence whether, even now, it was possible to recognize Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s true identity.
Was it possible for anybody to recognize him as Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the former managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company?
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The telephone rang.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shifted her nude legs on my nude shoulders, raised her glorious young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely up to my balls into her young ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” she smiled nicely fucked by me until her heart’s content.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t know how ravenous she was.
Now, Durgesh is fucking her nonstop in this body.
It was Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Antarvyom, Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Interspace that is.
Then, shielding the mouthpiece with her hand, she smiled at me.
“This is he on the phone now. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. Says he sent his daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, to explain matters, and he’d like to talk with you personally.”
I nodded acquiescence to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, took the receiver from her, and said.
“Yes, Durgesh speaking.”
I heard a thin, high-pitched voice saying in a crisp, meticulous accuracy of enunciation.
“Mr. Durgesh, this is Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. If you remember we met on a ship when you were in your Honeymoon with your then latest young live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“Oh, yes, sure,” I said with enthusiasm, “How do you do Mr. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd? And how’s your excellent exquisite beautiful daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās?”
“You do certainly have some magic, on young Musalmān Beauties I mean.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“My daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is constantly trying to convince me now that you are the ever best husband for her, I mean ever best live in relationship partner.”
“Sir, you are certainly kidding me?” I laughed.
“Oh no, my boy, never. I’m not as a damn fool as to kid you ever. You have to succumb to my daughter’s wishes, I’m afraid.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!”
“That’s right. Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is incurably in love with you. I’m afraid you have to oblige her.”
“But sir, you know I’m sixty three and your daughter is only twenty eight, so…”
“Love doesn’t see any age difference, my boy. Love doesn’t see any age difference. You must have anticipated it already when on that grand ship, your then latest live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, complained to me that Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is causing trouble in her honeymoon with you.”*
I smiled cunningly.
“Well, your daughter requested us to join in our honeymoon. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd consented out of courtesy. How the hell could I refuse?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed patronizingly.
“That’s the blunder you both had done. I’m surprised how the hell both of you forgot−
Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’−
I’m sorry, my boy. You provided the ever-best sex to my daughter. And now you have to provide it to her forever.”*
I was sated and content.
Moreover, it appeared that, they were also satiated and contents themselves.
Zubaydah Bābar was lying there trying to catch her breath and regain control of her muscles.
Nishāt Nazli was on her side.
She was closely watching the two of us, gently running her hand, over my chest and belly.
Zubaydah Bābar had a contented look on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and a dreamy look in her eyes.
I turned to her.
“How about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and instead of answering, bent her head down.
Zubaydah Bābar took my somewhat deflated Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth and gently sucked me clean, removing the remnants of her own cum and her friends’ along with mine that, had clung to me.
When Zubaydah Bābar finished cleaning me, she moved up and kissed me.
Only then did she answer.
“I enjoyed it so much that I will be your sex slave for life. If you ever want anything sexual, you just take me any way you want. In my mouth, in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, with my hand, my Musalmān tits, or even in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. It’s all yours, forever, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I never even heard of such a control any man can have ever.”
Nishāt Nazli heard her and giggled.
“That is coming from one of the most domineering women around and also from one who never let anybody near her extremely beautiful, ever sacred, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole in her life. It must have been good.”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and defended herself,
“I’m not domineering, we just never did it right. For the first time in my life I got fucked the way you’re supposed to.”
“I can’t argue with that.” Nishāt Nazli answered. “However, I admit, I have never felt so well fucked in my life. How the hell did Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās get so lucky as to be able to lay claim to Durgesh?”
“Just be glad. She’s willing to share.”
“Tell me Durgesh darling,” Nishāt Nazli smiled, “does Bābarah Åālamgīr know what a superb, what a grand lay her Hindu old man is?”
I heard the probing behind the question.
“Not unless Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās told her.” I answered. “She’s Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, Eīshānāý Param Brahmñé Paramātmané. I would have a hard time doing that.”
Zubaydah Bābar picked up the thread.
“But she is such a hottie, how could you resist.”
“I’ll admit that at times it is hard, but she’s still Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Yet you’re right she is a hottie. If she weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I would not hesitate even a moment to bed her.”
The three of us lay in bed talking, cuddling, and fondling each other for a while before I looked at the clock.
“Hell, it’s after 4:00 I wonder where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr are. We expected them to be home after lunch. Come on let’s get up and get the cum washed off ourselves.”
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, groaned.
“We don’t want to get up we want to lay here with you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar requested.
“Ok I’ll tell you what; I’ll wash your back for you.” Nishāt Nazli offered.
“What about my front?” I asked with a grin.
“Only, if you’re a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls-fucker Hindu.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me, “Promise you’d never say ‘no’ to any twenty eight Musalmān Beauty.”
“That’s not possible.” Zubaydah Bābar laughed teasing me, “Durgesh doesn’t enjoy the young Musalmān Beauties not of his own age, optimum.”
I slapped Zubaydah Bābar on her nude Musalmān buttocks playfully.
“Allah! Oops!” Zubaydah Bābar protested in mock.
Zubaydah Bābar exclaimed as she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
The three of us crowded in the shower.
The hot water ran over us and true to her word, Nishāt Nazli washed down Zubaydah Bābar with soft loving strokes.
I covered their nude Musalmān bodies in rich lather and then Nishāt Nazli rinsed them off.
Before we turned the water off, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls took the soap from me and returned the favor, paying special attention to my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
It was my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was once again hard and at attention.
Neither of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful Musalmān girls could resist.
In addition, as they finished washing me, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both got on their knees.
They took turns sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund into their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and doing their best to give me a superior blowjob.
After a long time, they finally gave up getting a load of my Hindu cum out of me.
“I’ve had so much sex today. You two have just worked the last of it out of me earlier. I want to enjoy some rest now. It’ll be a while before I would want to make it more.”
They both were disappointed, but accepted the compliment that they had worn me out earlier and used me up.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both strutted out of the bathroom satisfied that they had left nothing for anybody else at least for a while.
I finished in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, and headed for the kitchen.
It was getting late and I wanted to get something out for dinner for the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
I settled on some chicken breast I had in the freezer and chuckled at the label on the package the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had wrapped from what I had bought.
“Chicken Musalmān tits – 5” on one line and underneath it “2 ½ babes”.
That had to be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s sense of humor.
Just about then, I heard the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls come in.*
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd smiled.
“I have given my address to your nowadays most beloved young Musalmān live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I presume she has recorded it. Apparently, a murder was committed, in the flat below mine, sometime last night. The place is crawling with police. For certain reasons I can’t explain on the phone, I want to talk with an attorney. As I had already to call you in connection with my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, I now need you for this another matter more. I’ve been thinking about it for several days. I think now it’d be better if I get it disposed of now before the police start messing into my private affairs unnecessarily. Can you be kind enough to come out here immediately? I am confined to a wheelchair. Consequently, it’d be a great trouble to me to come to you instead.”
“Who is murdered?”
“I don’t know, neither it makes any difference to me who the hell the victim was. The identity of the murdered person is highly immaterial except as it will interfere with what I have to do.”
I decided to conduct a psychological experiment.
“Do you think you’ll be suspected of complicity, involvement, in the murder?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s close-clipped accents said scornfully.
“Hell, of course.”
“Then why all the hurry about seeing me?”
“It’s a matter entirely different, my dear son in law.” Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed, “I told you already I can’t explain it in the damned phone. Come here and let me feel safe in discussing it with you. It’s as important as I’m willing to pay you any highest fee within reason, despite the fact that you are my son in law now. I want you here in person. Your new young live in relationship partner, my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is already on the way to bring you here.”
“Okay, as soon as Al Nādirah Al Åbbās gets here I’ll be right out.”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās reached there even before I could put the receiver back on the cradle.*
Bābarah Åālamgīr called up the steps.
“We’re home, be up in a minute.”
A few minutes later Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās topped the steps.
Both ran to me and embraced me in a hug.
“Well, it looks like I was missed. It’s good to see you both too.” I laughed.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, I’m so excited. Can Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I talk to you for a few minutes? We’ll get some drinks and sit on the deck.” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Sure, but what’s the occasion?”
“Let’s go outside first and get comfortable.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās offered.
Each of them grabbed a drink, went, and sat outside at the patio table.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, we didn’t go to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās‘s aunt today.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “We went for Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s job interview.”
“Oh, and by your mood when you got home I guess things went well.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās bubbled,
“Things went great. But we wanted to talk to you. We want to stay here with you. If we can that is?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr cut in right away.
“As boarders, we don’t want to be moochers we want to pay our own way.”
“If we went together we could afford a place for the two of us to share but, since you’re already here and we all seem to get along Ok, it would be cheaper for us to stay here and pay you. Then if it doesn’t work out we could still find a place to rent later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās interjected.
“We know it’s a surprise and sudden and all but we didn’t want to say anything until we had the job.” Bābarah Åālamgīr added.
“Well, it’s not as much of a surprise as you might think.” I admitted. “I intentionally arranged the paper so the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad article was on top. Then I noticed the section was missing and I put two and two together. I would love to have the two of you stay here with me. I obviously have lots of room, so even when we get on each other’s nerves, we can have plenty of space for us. As far as boarders go, if we just work out something with the food and the telephone bill then I’ll be happy.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at me.
“You mean you knew all along that we were going for job here? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You never mentioned it. Therefore, I figured you did not want me to know. So I minded my own business.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr got up and kissed me on my lips, not as a stepdaughter would, as a loving woman would instead.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too, and squeezed it significantly.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. We have to go to orientation next week and find out where we will be, like what grades we will teach and all. For now we don’t know much except we will start after Labor Day.”
“Ok, but just remember honey that if you want something in particular, I do know people here. Maybe I can help.” I offered. “Also your Ammī is not going to be happy. Feel free to blame it on me. She’ll assume I lured you away anyway.” I smiled at her.
“I’m not looking forward to telling her and I may just take you up on that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and headed into the house, leaving me alone with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
It was prearranged and I knew it.
We had to talk and she was hesitant.
“I wanted to talk to you alone. That’s why Bābarah Åālamgīr left. About us, I mean about what is going to happen with us. I mean living here together. I mean…” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās stumbled.
“I picked it up for her.”Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, do you have a working crystal ball, or a machine that looks into the future or something?” I paused as she shook her head, “Neither do I. I know where you’re trying to go with this and what you’re trying to say. For now, I enjoy you being here and I enjoy having you in my bed. I really don’t see that changing anytime soon. Despite my reputation, I am not a love’em and leave’em type of guy. My biggest trouble is that you’ll get tired of hanging around with an old Hindu man and meet some young stud and dump me.”
She smiled at me.
“I don’t think any of those young studs could hold a candle to you.”
I smiled back.
“Thank you. Yet as I said for now we just see how it goes. I am very quickly growing very fond of you. Yet for me, to sit here and tell you that I am in love with you and you’re the one and only, I’m sorry I can’t do that, not yet at least. But even if things don’t work out and you don’t want to share my bed then fine, we have plenty of bedrooms here and I will always care about you and you’ll always be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s friend and that means a lot. Now does that cover all the things you wanted to talk about?”
“Pretty much,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled, “except how were Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar today?” She smiled with a leer. “Did they attack you and rape you?”
“I didn’t give them a chance. I attacked them myself first. I think I wore them out.” I offered.
Now Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās laughed,
“That’s why they were asleep when we got home then. But were they good, I mean, better than me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. You are, and I am not exaggerating, one of the best lovers I have ever had. That is probably because everything is new to you and you enjoy it so much. But making love to you is, really great.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās beamed with pride and satisfaction as she got out of her chair and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a tender kiss on my lips.
“Thanks, even though I know you’re exaggerating to make me feel better.”
“Well I’m not exaggerating. But the fact is that one session with you is more satisfying than both of them. Not that it wasn’t fun. Mind you I won’t lie and Yeah I’d probably do it again but. I’d rather have you.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kissed me hard and passionately.
Then pulling back asked,
“Have you thought anymore about what I said last night about Bābarah Åālamgīr?”
I paused then answered.
“Yes, I have. Moreover, it’s a decision I will make in my own time and when I’m ready. Until now, I loved Bābarah Åālamgīr as my own daughter, yaar. Why don’t you understand? It’s not easy to change my view so fast and accept Bābarah Åālamgīr as a replacement wife to her Ammī.”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr is NOT your daughter.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās shouted furiously, “And she is not responsible for what you thought of her. How is she? Why can’t she get the best man available even to her friends too?”
“Give me more time, please!”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr would replace your wife, her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. And that is final.”
I sighed helplessly.
“Now, please stop it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās could tell by my tone and demeanor that it was not a topic open to discussion right now.
“Ok, I didn’t mean to interfere. I just love you both and want you both to be happy.”
“I know. No harm done.” and I kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās on her quivering crimson Musalmān lips. “When are you going to tell your Ammī and Abbū?”
“My Abbū won’t care but I’ll call him eventually. I was going to call my Ammī tonight.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled to normalize the environment.
“Well why don’t you go call her now? Use my office if you want privacy.” I offered.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās agreed and left to make her call.
Bābarah Åālamgīr must have been lurking not too far away, because as soon as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left Bābarah Åālamgīr walked back in.
“Well, how did it go?” she asked.
“Good, I think. I just told her the truth. We’ll see how things go. But for now she is welcome and wanted in my bed.” I answered.
“She really likes you Durgesh. She was so excited about staying and scared that you wouldn’t want her at the same time. I think she’s falling in love with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I think you’re right, and I’m getting real used to having her around. But I’ve not had the greatest luck with relationships in my life so we’ll take it slow and easy.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved to me and sat on my lap.
With a hug, she told me,
“I love you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I think it’ll work out fine. You just worry too much. I’m glad Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās makes you happy. I can see she does and I have never known her to be so upbeat and bubbly in the four years I have known her. You’re good for each other.”
“Ok Miss Matchmaker. Now I guess we have to find somebody for you.” I teased.
“No, if you still want to pretend that you don’t understand I’ve already found my man, right now I don’t want anybody. I have a new life, new job, new home and I have my Durgesh back.” Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed as she hugged me tighter.
I ran my hands down her back.
“Why don’t you go call your Ammī and get that over with? If she wants to scream at me I’ll talk to her.”
“Ok but you know I was really looking for a way not too.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Well, I think Jamīlah Aurangzeb would catch on if you didn’t come home for a couple of weeks.” I laughed too.
Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went and made their respective phone calls.
In some ways, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s was easier although probably more emotionally draining.
Her Ammī claimed to be happy for her and glad she found a job but disappointed it was so far from home.
She spoke to her stepfather who only wanted to know when she was going to get her shit out so he could turn the room into a den.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās promised him it would be soon.
It was his rejection of her that hurt her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had always tried to be a good daughter to him, respected him and even loved him.
But he had always treated her like a fifth wheel.
He expressly rejected her attempts at being a family.
He was good to her Ammī but unhappy about the baggage that went with the Live in relationship.
Now he was plain happy that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was gone.
It was that rejection that hurt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called her Ammī and as I had predicted she accused me of stealing her daughter and warned her about my sinful ways.
In addition, how Bābarah Åālamgīr could not depend on me and on and on.
It was tiring to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She had heard it for four years and had begun to form her own opinion of why our Live in relationship broke up.
Besides, her Ammī had returned to her Abbū, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a Qur’an thumper and he was quickly converting her Ammī once more into a communal Musalmān woman.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just as glad that she would not have to listen to the sermons.
But she let her Ammī rant on and then told her she would be up for the rest of her things soon.
I did talk to my ex-wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb did accuse me of all kinds of things.
But after four years of divorce and 20 years of Live in relationship I was immune to it.
I just sat with a glass of juice and let her scream for half an hour, teasing Jamīlah Aurangzeb now and then impishly, and enjoying it very much.
Then I hung up.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was laughing.
She kissed me again on my lips, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund and thanked me for pissing her Ammī off.
After talking to both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls about their respective conversations I decided it would be best to get it over with and get them moved in.
Neither Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wanted to give up a couple of days of vacation time.
I pointed out we would have the rest of the summer and that Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar would keep me company.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās remarked that she was afraid of that.
When Zubaydah Bābar overheard it, she told Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās not to worry.
I wore the two of them out in one afternoon and they would probably spend the time hiding from my Hindu monster and me.
That brought a laugh all around.
That night we sat, planned, and talked.
We all went to bed fairly early.
I could sense Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s melancholy mood as I got into bed.
I drew up beside her and snuggled close.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās clung to me for the emotional warmth.
We lay together for a while just touching and then I told her,
“I’m glad you’re going to stay. I was going to ask you to spend the summer at least.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me in the darkness,
“I didn’t know that, or that you felt that way.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I don’t know what Bābarah Åālamgīr told you about her Ammī and me. In fairness, I never told Bābarah Åālamgīr a lot of it. I just didn’t want her to be caught in the middle. But I loved her Ammī when we got living in Live in relationship and as things went on I suffered one disappointment after another until she was so emotionally cold toward me I gave up. It hurt me a lot. Therefore, I guess I am not going to allow myself to get hurt again. I care for you a lot and I can’t describe how glad I am to have a chance to let this develop into something nice. You just have to give me lots of time and let me go slow.”
It was more than I had bared my soul to anyone in many years and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sensed the truth behind the words and the pain.
She pulled me close and held me and while she did, she felt warmth from me.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās felt it spread across her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
She also felt me relax in her embrace in a way she never had before, as if I were surrendering.
While we had had sex a lot and even made love in a guarded way, tonight she offered herself to me again, not her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body but herself and I accepted and opened myself a little bit so she could see in and see the loneliness.
Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās made love to me like never before.
Slowly and comfortably, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās took me and it lasted hours until we both fell asleep exhausted.
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Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed apologetically and added.
“Sorry, Dūlhā Bhāī. Even while you are the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies, and you are a multi zillionaire, my wife Taufīq Fātimah and my friend, Bābarah Åālamgīr, both wanted to be present here. Bābarah Åālamgīr is interested in…”
“My Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated somewhat, “she is already living with you with her lady friends even, so I thought…”
“You blame me usually that I am a communal Hindu. To satisfy my communal Hindu lust, I fuck the horniest extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties. You never believed it was exactly otherwise. Now, watch yourself. Bābarah Åālamgīr and your own wife, Taufīq Fātimah, both are using you to fuck me.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was dumbfounded.*
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I had warned you. Didn’t I?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was startled.
“Sorry, Taufīq Fātimah. I couldn’t believe Durgesh didn’t fuck even you.”
“Well,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “Durgesh exactly never refused to fuck me. But he wants me to plead with him for it.”
“Nonsense.” I said.
Yet I didn’t tell him that Bābarah Åālamgīr was actually my witness and I understood it very well that Taufīq Fātimah was Muħammad bin Qāsim’s witness actually.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to be present themselves but I advised them not to do so.
“I suggest everyone to come to the point.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “Even if us Musalmān Beauties’ Hindu Piyā is right, he hasn’t come here to fuck us.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim grabbed the opportunity.
However, he was gritting his teeth actually that Bābarah Åālamgīr and Taufīq Fātimah both were using him as a stepladder to fuck me.
It meant his Hindu Jījū’s claim was correct irrefutably.
It was really exactly otherwise than he claimed until now.
Durgesh wasn’t fucking Musalmān Beauties initially, Musalmān Beauties were fucking Durgesh actually.
How mistaken he was about the morals of the horny Musalmān Beauties even.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was the daughter of Jamīlah Aurangzeb, Durgesh’s live in relationship partner.
Durgesh thought Bābarah Åālamgīr was thus his stepdaughter somewhat.
He refused to fuck Bābarah Åālamgīr.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted Durgesh herself.
She never accepted Durgesh’s refusal.
She is still trying to convince Durgesh that she is the perfect wife for him even while Durgesh is sixty three and Bābarah Åālamgīr is twenty nine only.
Taufīq Fātimah has married him on a condition that he would produce a porn movie costarring Durgesh and Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own wife.
Moreover, his own Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, will direct it.
“Maybe I should say no just so I could watch.”
But even as I said it, I moved around to view the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot offered to me.
“Come on, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt; hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Just do her a little. Make her cum then save the rest for later.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered and reached out.
Moreover, to my surprise, Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock boldly and pulled it toward her friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I had little choice but to follow and soon found myself behind my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her.
I slid in easily and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sighed as I hit the bottom.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had released me but drew her hand away wet with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s juices and as she brought her hand to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, she licked it clean.
I watched the sight and started to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole in front of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr never moved away.
Now being bolder more and more, Bābarah Åālamgīr stayed right next to us, running her hands down her friend’s body and my body, occasionally around her front, to slide across a Musalmān tit or down between us, to touch my Uncut Hindu Cock on the backstroke.
‘Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! This is incredible.’ I thought. ‘Here I am fucking a 29 year old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, is watching and helping us. So Hot! Isn’t it?’
I felt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās tighten up and clamp down on me as she came.
Then realizing how close I was to my own orgasm, I called out,
“I’m gonna cum!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās immediately pulled herself off me and called out,
“In my mouth this time, please Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās dropped her quivering crimson Musalmān lips over my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to suck.
The little bit of pressure was all I needed.
I shot my wad into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās slid off me leaving a little string of cum running from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to my Uncut Hindu Prick.
She looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, leaned over and kissed her in a passionate swapping of my Hindu cum.
Then they broke the kiss and both swallowed my Hindu cum greedily.
The sight nearly got me hard again.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls giggled and kissed again before jumping out of bed.
“I’ll use the shower downstairs. I need to get dressed today and all my clothes are down there.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās skipped out of the room.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned over and kissed me, smiled at me and she too walked out of the room.*
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim.
What a damn fool he was.
He was so obsessed with the extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty of a Hollywood star that he even consented to produce her porn movie with me.
He even convinced his own father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, to direct the bloody porn movie.
To what extent Pseudo Islam had brought down a Musalmān husband and a Musalmān father in law.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“All right, what’s your proposition, my dear Sālé, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked.
I was careful not to smirk, however.
“Well,” feeling somewhat awkward, Muħammad bin Qāsim managed to say, “Jījū, Dūlhā Bhāī, of course, we don’t want to stand in the way and…”
“Never mind the preliminaries.” I smiled gallantly, “Bābarah Åālamgīr, Taufīq Fātimah, you and I, all of us must drop all the diplomatic approach among us. We know each other very well. Bābarah Åālamgīr is my live in relationship partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter by her previous marriage. I’m feeling somewhat awkward to have sex with her. Yet she is adamant to win her live in relationship with me. She has managed to swallow my Hindu Vīrý even using her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Bābarah Åālamgīr isn’t interested in business as much as she is interested in her permanent live in relationship with me, replacing her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.”
“That’s right,” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled boldly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was startled.
Or, at least, he acted to be.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, you said you need Durgesh to establish your own media empire as HVSI has successfully done globally even.” Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.
“Sure,” she smiled, “my Abbū, Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, have promised me to help in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah if I do establish my own media empire. I need Durgesh’s help in it. He is experienced. He has already done it for HVSI.”
“And why do you want to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim felt himself humiliated somewhat.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully converted former Saůūdī Årab now in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I appreciate her stupendous success very much and I want her to help in her sacred movement to establish Democracy in the rest of the Pseudo Islamic countries as well.”
“I see.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said curtly.
“Similarly, your wife, Taufīq Fātimah, is not interested initially in business.”
“To hell with your damn business.” Taufīq Fātimah admitted bitterly, “I’m an actress and I love my profession more than even my life. Yet, I too want to enjoy a happy married life with Durgesh as my husband.”
“That’s what I suspected.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said, “You promised me if I produce a porn movie, directed by my Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, starring you with Durgesh, you’d be as grateful to me as you’d never leave me being my wife.”
“I am true to my promise.” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “I’m still your wife, am I not? Even while I know you love Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s and Rājesh Rājpūt’s Uncut Hindu Lunds in your feminine Musalmān ass.”
“Well, I accept I am a bisexual. And I am not ashamed of it.”
“So,” I smiled, “actually none of us is interested in business. I want to do what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is interested in, because she has cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān for me, despite the fact I hate to cuckold anyone.”
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t do any such thing.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed, “It was her younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah who kidnapped you and raped successfully. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never appreciated Muħammad Ůsmān. She convinced Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah to cuckold Muħammad Ůsmān for you. However, what’s wrong in cuckolding anyway? Isn’t it more human and lovelier to have a permanent threesome with your wife’s lover, if you can’t satisfy your wife sexually completely, yet you still love her?”*
I dressed to run my errands.
As I was preparing to leave, I called out to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls that I was leaving.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās ran up, in her panties and gave me a hug and kiss before I left.
“I know Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli are going to try to bang you while I’m gone. It’s Ok if you want to. I don’t mind. So don’t think that you’ll be cheating on me, or anything. Just have a good time.”
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās turned to go she grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants and gave me a squeeze then returned to finish dressing.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned on the wall smirking at me.
“You’re getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots these couple of weeks, than you did the whole time you were living in Live in relationship to my Ammī. Aren’t you?” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Have fun, we’ll see you later.”
I left shaking my head.
‘Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sure as hell, grew up, didn’t she?’ I said to myself.
Then I remembered where we were really going.
My mood changed.
I found myself a happy man once more.
Happy at the thought that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr would soon have permanently here where I lived in my present body.
It was the logical thing for both of them to stay with me.
I would have them both full time.
Then I won’t have to care for their safety from the communal Pseudo Musalmīn, and/or terrorists and criminal/ criminal minded Musalmīn.
As I drove to my various errands, I rolled the events of the last few days around in my mind.
I realized I was as happy about Bābarah Åālamgīr staying with me, as I was for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
I also admitted to myself that I was ready to surrender to even Bābarah Åālamgīr now.
Now it was no use to refuse anymore.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to replace her Ammī as my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner.
She was deliberately winning me.
Now I really did want to make love to her, often.
I almost did this morning in the shower.
I was inches away from bending her over and slipping inside her then.
Honestly, I was just waiting for her to make one move in that direction, one come on, just one sign that she wanted it as she had told me the night before.
Then again, when Bābarah Åālamgīr had stayed with us, while I banged Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, minutes later.
I had in fact intended on laying her down, as soon as I was finished with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
However, when I came in Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s mouth, I lost my hardness, which was a rare event.
Yet it was not surprising however, after the previous night and earlier in the morning.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was right.
I was getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots in the last week than I had had previously.
I returned home shortly before noon and found that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had not returned from the beach yet.
I was surprised.
I half expected to find them both naked in my bed waiting for me.
I was actually relieved.
I wanted to be alone for some time now.
I had gotten up early and been running all morning, not to mention all the ashvinātam sex.
I was tired somewhat.
Yet, I changed into my bathing suit before I lay down on the bed to wait for them.
As might be expected, I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
I woke later to find that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had joined me.
Both were wearing their swimsuits.
Nishāt Nazli had her usual almost nothing thong and surprisingly Zubaydah Bābar was wearing a relatively modest bikini.
Both were asleep but apparently, lightly as when I moved they both woke.
“Hi,” Nishāt Nazli said muzzily, “you looked comfortable so we decided to lie down and wait for you. Too much sun and ocean. We got tired.” She reached her arm across my chest and ran her hand over me while she talked.
Zubaydah Bābar had her hand on my leg.
She was stroking my thigh.
“So are you hungry?” she asked. “We were, so we ate when we got back. We can have my cook make you something.”
“No thanks. I just lay down to wait for you and must have dropped off. I didn’t mean to make you miss the beach time.” I offered.
“That’s Ok it was nice lying here with you. You’re a good bed friend. You don’t roll around or snore, well at least not much.” Zubaydah Bābar teased.
“So are we going to the beach or what?” I asked.
“That depends on if “or what” includes getting naked.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
She was still stroking my chest and belly.
However, once she said it, she slid her hand down inside my swim trunks to run her hand over my hardening Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled at her.
“Don’t you ever think about anything, but getting laid?”
“Yeah, I think about playing golf and getting laid by you, and eating and getting laid by you, and drinking and getting laid by you, and dancing and getting laid by you.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me significantly.
Zubaydah Bābar did not want to be left out.
She had moved her hand up the leg of my trunks.
She was fondling my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls now.
As Zubaydah Bābar did it, I laughed at Nishāt Nazli’s joke.
Then I put an arm around each, drew them close, and kissed them each.
“If you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls keep up what you’re doing you’re going to make me make a mess in my trunks.”
“That would be a terrible waste of good Hindu cum.” Zubaydah Bābar offered as she drew her hand out and started working the ties on my trunks.
As we loosened, she and Nishāt Nazli slid them off me and down to my knees, exposing my Uncut Hindu manhood in its entire splendor.
Nishāt Nazli reached out and took me in hand, as I leaned over and kissed Zubaydah Bābar with a passionate tongue-swapping kiss.
As I held her in embrace, I reached back and unhooked her bikini top freeing her large Musalmān breasts.
Together we removed her top and Zubaydah Bābar began to squirm out of the bottom of her suit as Nishāt Nazli worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
Nishāt Nazli could not resist the Hindu monster she was holding for long, shortly dropped her beautiful Musalmān head down, and took as much of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as Nishāt Nazli could manage and began to bob on me.
While she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock, Zubaydah Bābar and I had managed to remove Zubaydah Bābar‘s suit.
I had taken one of her Musalmān tits into my palm while my other hand probed Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot sliding a finger deep inside her and using my thumb to tickle her ravenous Musalmān clit at the same time.
Zubaydah Bābar was humping herself onto my hand and already was lost in lust.
Nishāt Nazli was still working on giving me a grand blowjob when I reached down and urged her up to me.
She released my Uncut Hindu Lund and moved up to where I was playing with Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tit.
I released her Musalmān tit and offered it to Nishāt Nazli.
She bent to her friend’s breast and began to lick and suck it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth teasing the large extended nipple.
I replaced my finger with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried into Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot working it and working her closer to orgasm.
I used my free hand to untie Nishāt Nazli’s top and free her from the confines of the tiny top she wore.
Then I turned my attentions to the thong she wore.
She tugged it down and off her, revealing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound to me.
I pushed and urged the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls together until Nishāt Nazli was perched on top of Zubaydah Bābar and still was sucking her Musalmān tits.
I had positioned them so that their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussies were together.
Now while I was still Penising Zubaydah Bābar they began to grind themselves together.
I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and up into Nishāt Nazli’s to check and make sure she was as wet and ready as Zubaydah Bābar was.
Zubaydah Bābar whimpered at the loss of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her still ravenous Musalmān Choot.
But the loss was not long and soon she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick probing her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat, working its way up and down her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit as I kneeled between her Musalmān legs.
Then without further warning, I pushed and began to slide in.
Zubaydah Bābar responded with a loud immensely happy grunt and arched herself against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that was still rubbing hers as my Uncut Hindu Cock worked its way inside Zubaydah Bābar.
It took me a bit of effort to get all the way inside, just as it had the night before in the hot tub, but soon I was all the way in and pumping away on her.
Zubaydah Bābar was lost in the grand sex with me.
She had my massive Uncut Hindu Cock filling her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat so full it almost hurt and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend and lover was mashing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot into her own while she suckled on her breast.
She could feel her orgasm building as my Uncut Hindu Cock in her, pounded her Pakistani Musalmān insides, every stroke slamming against her cervix, bottoming out.
Soon it was there, her muscles wouldn’t respond and Zubaydah Bābar started to shudder then the release of fluids from her nether regions bathed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her cum, the word went gray and reality lost focus for a few seconds as her orgasm finished and spent itself.
The pounding slowed and lessened finally stopping as I withdrew from her.
However, I did not stop.
I raised my point of aim and slid all the way inside Nishāt Nazli with one stroke.
I held it there for a few seconds as she acclimated and stretched to accept me, before I started the relentless pounding in that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was busy enjoying the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s body as I pounded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She was sucking her massive Musalmān tits.
Licking the areoles then drawing the nipples into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to grasp them in her teeth and bite down to send little tendrils of pain through her friend’s breasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock worked on Nishāt Nazli.
She could feel Zubaydah Bābar moving underneath her as my Uncut Hindu Cock forced its way back and forth and the movement created a friction on her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that in reality wasn’t much more than a tease to her.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
I never thought Muħammad bin Qāsim was so great a man.
I thought he was drastically communal.
Yet my opinion about Muħammad bin Qāsim was mostly based on the reports I received either from his sisters or from Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
However, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was himself a drastic Hindu communal.
He hated Musalmīn to the extent that he wanted every Musalmān woman get fucked by a Hindu whether that Hindu is himself a Sukr’t, a noble doer, or not.
I took the envelope from him.
“I tried to entrust ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for this envelope. But she refused to have it. Instead, she advised me to give it to you.”
“Don’t worry.” I said gravely, “I would see to it that whoever the conspirator/conspirators are, s/he/they never succeed. And in case, Taufīq Fātimah really needed my help, she’d get it.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was overwhelmed.
He fell on my feet.
“Please, forgive me, Jījū. I was a damn fool that I hated you. I was so communal that I couldn’t see anything except that you are a Hindu and you were fucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties. I couldn’t differentiate you from the ever-communal ever anti-Muslim Shankar Mahāpralayankar. I’m sorry.”
I raised him from my feet and hugged him.
If he was doing an act, it was really marvelous.
But, the question was: If I could adjust with even Shankar Mahāpralayankar why couldn’t I adjust with Muħammad bin Qāsim too?
Were both of them not communal?
So, if one of them was excused why not the other too?
Why not the other too?*
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at me.
“I discussed the matter with your friend ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She thinks I’m mistaken. Taufīq Fātimah may not be as innocent in her opinion as I think out of sheer stupidity that I want to possess a Hollywood celebrity.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was right.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had met me once when I was coming out of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim Mansion.
The door of Muħammad bin Qāsim’s office was locked.
Almost immediately, we could hear the sound of steps.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, radiating his inherent femininity more than he was radiating his masculinity opened the door.
“Well, well, well, my greatest Hindu Jījū with my Hollywood celebrity wife, in person?” his eyes seemed hot with emotion.
However, his more feminine and less masculine face was cool, collected and thoroughly master of himself.
Yet his eyes belied his placid, docile, calm features.
He was not an utter damn fool after all.
“Come on, Jījū. So, your porn star heroine received you here?”
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Jealous of who, Muħammad bin Qāsim? Jealous of me that I got Durgesh as my porn costar hero, or jealous of Durgesh that he has already enjoyed your Hollywood Celebrity wife to his heart’s content?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed good-naturedly.
“Hey, you were NOT my wife then. I’m proud of myself that you decided to marry me ultimately while my Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Jījū was also available to you.”
“That’s the spirit.” Taufīq Fātimah winked at her husband, “Why the hell we be jealous of something that’s running from someone’s past? Why shouldn’t we be proud of the present? It’s the positive thinking, the positive attitude toward life.”
“Thank you. Won’t you two porn stars come in, please?”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
People easily used to suspect that I’ve already fucked every Beauty that they saw with me ever, whether she was a Musalmān Beauty or other.
Even if they believed I didn’t make the first move, they never believed the innocence of the Beauty concerned.
They thought every Beauty was crazy to fuck me however moral she was.
I was an exception for the Beauties as far as their morals were concerned.
In their bright opinion, I was something like a trophy, every Beauty whosoever was crazy, to get if she could ever.
Muħammad bin Qāsim escorted Taufīq Fātimah and me through an outer office into his private office.
“I want you folks to meet Miss Bābarah Åālamgīr. She is a successful reporter as well as she has a real estate agency in the building and I knew she’d be working late. I asked her to come in.”*
I walked past them to the coffee pot.
“You’re just jealous that it wasn’t you screaming I quipped.” I smiled at Nishāt Nazli.
“Damn right we are.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
“Yeah, what we got last night was just a tease. We’re going to try to bribe Nasīm Muåāwiyah into letting us fuck you wildly.” Zubaydah Bābar threatened.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just sat there sipping her coffee and smiling.
She was admiring my Uncut Hindu Lund and how tight and firm it was then as I turned to face them she licked her quivering crimson Musalmān lips at the sight of my half-inflated Uncut Hindu Cock.
Bābarah Åālamgīr once again stiffened her resolve to have me inside her as soon as she could manage it.
“So what are you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls planning for today?” I asked cunningly smiling, teasing them.
“Nishāt Nazli and I are going in for some more beach time.” Zubaydah Bābar answered miraculously.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to go visit her aunt, she doesn’t live far and I told her I’d drive. We’ll probably be back after lunch.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered. “In fact we need to leave in about two hours so I figure I’ll let her sleep a bit before I wake her. What about you?”
“Is she really Nasīm Muåāwiyah ? Isn’t she Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”
“Are you crazy? I don’t know what Al Zakāt Al Qāsim is after, yet you…”
“I have some errands to run this morning, then back here before lunch and be lazy the rest of the day.” I answered, interrupting the tense high voltage interchange among them.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has really disturbed them materially.
“Goody, we’ll come back for lunch and then drag you down to the beach with us. You fuck us all on the beach, Hindu boy. “Nishāt Nazli offered.
“You know living here I very rarely go to the beach. It’s 100 yards away and I haven’t even been down once this season. So maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
“Well, we want to get there and get a good spot so we are going to get our suits on and get going. See you at lunch.” Zubaydah Bābar said.
With the two of them leaving, Bābarah Åālamgīr and I were left alone once again.
We made small talk for a while.
I noticed how comfortable I had become with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nudity and with my own around her.
We both were nude.
The relationship of a Hindu Stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughter was fading away fast, with deliberate nonstop efforts from Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She was adamant to convert it into a permanent live in relationship now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to have me inside her, as her Ammī had.
“I wonder if that’s a good thing.” I asked myself.
I also knew that they weren’t going to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s aunt today.
They had interviews with my friend Shankar, the president of the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad board, but I didn’t say anything.
I did wonder though when they were going to tell me.
‘Probably want to make sure they have the job.’ I reasoned.
We toasted a couple of bagels and added juice to our breakfast before finishing with another cup of coffee.
I enjoyed the time with Bābarah Åālamgīr and the conversation.
“Well I guess I should get a shower and get dressed. Do you want me to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah, or do you yourself want to?” I asked Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“She’s got some time yet to sleep. Probably when you get out of the shower you can wake her.” She answered as I stood to head for the shower.
I acknowledged her request, walked toward the bedroom and then walked in shower in the master bath.
As I walked away, Bābarah Åālamgīr watched my Uncut Hindu Lund work and she found herself with a finger in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I disappeared around the corner.
“Ohh, I’m getting bad.” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself. “Fingering myself as I watch Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund walk away. I do need to fuck Durgesh soon.” She thought as she continued to diddle herself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sat there for a couple of minutes before she got up the nerve to follow the thought that ran through her mind and suddenly she stood and headed after me.
“Before I lose my nerve. I may not get to fuck Durgesh today but I’ll at least take another step closer.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr walked to my bedroom door.
I had left it opened when I went in.
Bābarah Åālamgīr noted that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was still sound asleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned, opened the door to the bathroom and slipped in.
I was in the shower and the glass doors were all steamed up.
I couldn’t see her.
She opened the door quietly.
I had my back turned.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slipped in and quietly closed the door.
Before I could turn around, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, quickly soaped up her hands, reached out and began to run her soapy hands down my back.
I moaned at her touch.
Yet I couldn’t help to arch my back, though successfully suppressing the consequent natural pleasure.
I didn’t want to let the others, whosoever they might be, capitalize on my weaknesses.
It might be dangerous for HVSI Group of Companies and myself too.
I had to act prudently ever.
“I tried not to wake you, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, but now I’m glad I did. You can keep that up as long as you like.”
I couldn’t even imagine it wasn’t Nasīm Muåāwiyah or Al Ħamd Al Åbbās at all.
It was Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Smiling cunningly, yet without answering, Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped up behind me and ran her hands down my sides and around to my chest and stomach.
From my response, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I loved the attention and when she moved her hands down to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock, Bābarah Åālamgīr found it was rock hard.
She allowed her soapy hands to stroke me and then reached underneath to fondle my Hindu balls.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was tempted to keep going and jerk me off or at least get me to a state of arousal where I would not refuse her, but she chose to go with her original plan.
Slow and sure, one step at a time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr already knew she was winning me over and it would not be much longer.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hands and stroked me a bit more before she let me go.
“Ok Durgesh darling, my turn now.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as she turned her back to me to be washed.*
I was shocked.
I had been so sure it was Nasīm Muåāwiyah in the shower with me I never even looked.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I was curt somewhat, “what the hell are you doing here with me?”
“I figured I needed a shower too, and we could save water.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered innocently, glancing back over her shoulder. “Come on, do my back please.”
I was furious.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, had gotten into the shower with me and had washed me already, without my express permission.
She had even stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
But not all that much, she could have been washing me.
My thoughts warred in my head.
We had been sitting talking, having breakfast just a few minutes ago, completely naked and neither of us objected it.
Was this really a big step?
Then almost without conscious thought, as my brain argued with our mutual desires, I picked up the soap and started to wash her back for her.
She won’t stop, I knew now.
She had experienced my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her palm now.
She had played with it while I thought she was Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Now, no use locking the stable after the horse was stolen.
Let her go ahead, because she is adamant to go ahead.
So, why after a bitter argument?
Why not without any argument if it’s inevitable?
My hands touched her naked shoulders, ran over them and across her shoulder blades.
Bābarah Åālamgīr arched her back at my touch.
I followed through; by running, my hands down her back, to the top of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and then turned them away and up her sides and back down again.
I slid them down her sides to her Musalmān legs, continued washing the outsides of her thighs, and then again turned and this time brought them over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass in slow loving circles.
I washed her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass carefully and ran my hands down over the swell of it and down her thighs.
That done, I brought them back up across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān butt and around to her stomach slowly running my hands over her flat stomach and upwards, up toward her chest.
Then finally, I ran my hands over her Musalmān tits.
I let my palms rest over her nipples and moved them around in circles, washing them but at the same time stimulating them.
Then all too soon I moved them back down across her tummy to her enormously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mound, over the little strip of hair that she left there and down across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Bābarah Åālamgīr, smiling triumphantly, spread her Musalmān legs a little to allow me inside her thighs.
I brushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips with my hand.
A tingle shot through Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Then I was done.
She felt me begin to release her and then stop.
I brought my hands back up to her Musalmān tits, cupped them, and drew her to me.
My front against her back.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my full 9 ½ inches pressing into the small crack of her back and felt a trickle of juice release from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she realized what it was she was feeling pressing back there.
I held nude Bābarah Åālamgīr to nude me, my hands over her Musalmān tits pressing into me and I kissed the top of her head.
“I love you honey, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I whimpered passionately.
I squeezed her a bit harder then released her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned to face me and kissed me on the lips, gently,
“I love you too Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Bābarah Åālamgīr wrapped her arms around my middle and pulled me close.
Bābarah Åālamgīr reveled in the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing into her belly.
I placed my hands on her back and let them run up and down.
Fondling her and feeling her, touching her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and thighs.
Then I released her.
“I think we’re clean enough. We should get out.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly once more, nodded as she released me and we stepped out of the shower.
She was afraid I was going to ignore her now, but to her pleasant surprise, I didn’t.
I smiled at her and offered to dry her off.
Bābarah Åālamgīr gladly accepted the invitation.
Then as I ran, the big soft towel over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body Bābarah Åālamgīr felt as though she would orgasm from my touch.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah is right you do have a really nice touch, very sensual. Thank you for doing that for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It was nice to have you wash me and it was nice to wash you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr told me as she took a clean towel and rubbed me dry.
I noticed she spent a little more time on my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls than would have been required but I did not stop her or even mention it.
It was no use now.
Moreover, mostly, I admitted to myself because I enjoyed it too.
Then I surprised Bābarah Åālamgīr once more.
“Yes it was excellent. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly shocked.
That almost sounded like an invitation, certainly an acknowledgement.
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr was more certain than ever that she was winning this battle.
Bābarah Åālamgīr even had the feeling that I was sorely tempted in the shower to just give up and make love to her.
She knew she was too.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had fought off the temptation the whole time just to drop to her knees and suck me into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
She smiled to herself, soon, soon she would have me and it would be better because I would do it willingly, even eagerly.
That was how it needed to be if it was to be right and good between us.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood on her toes and kissed me again.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Now let’s go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah up.” Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, bent down, kissed it, licked it, and suddenly taking it fully in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, Bābarah Åālamgīr started to give me a tremendous blowjob.
Absolutely unprepared for it, I was startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr played it very smart.
She proposed to go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
And when I was confident there won’t be any more mischief from her, Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly started sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund without any ultimatum whatsoever.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was happily sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund now, triumphantly that her strategy worked.
Before I could object, my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr was sucking it already ravenously.
Realizing Bābarah Åālamgīr’s strategy and her victory over me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the immense sexual bliss Bābarah Åālamgīr was bestowing on me.
It was futile now to stop Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She could not be stopped now.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
From the service Bābarah Åālamgīr was providing to my Uncut Hindu Lund, it was more than obvious; Bābarah Åālamgīr loved me with all her existence.
Now it was up to me to have her as my indebted friend or scorned enemy.
Was I fool enough to convert my such a devoted friend into my enemy?
I opted to stand there, surrendering to Bābarah Åālamgīr’s needs; with my eyes closed, enjoying every blissful moment of it.
It lasted as if until infinity.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was attacking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth in every way possible, as if it was a matter of life and death to her.
She had gripped my hips strongly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was on her knees.
And her exceedingly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth was extremely busy with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously in every possible way.
It was obvious from her every expression Bābarah Åālamgīr was enjoying the act very much.
Ultimately, I had to explode into Bābarah Åālamgīr’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked triumphantly at me and gulped every drop of my Hindu Vīrý I blasted into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Thanks for your cooperation however.”
“Sālī.” I smiled, “very smart of you. I was caught absolutely unprepared.”
“I’m 29 now, my darling. And a PhD. I can take care of my dreams.” Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes were sparkling triumphant.
“Yes, I can see it now.”
Suddenly Bābarah Åālamgīr stood up, hugged me with her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on my Hindu lips.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard.
It was knocking on the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān entrance of Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Jannat-e-Firdaus.
Bābarah Åālamgīr opened her Musalmān legs wider and allowed my Uncut Hindu Lund to enter her Jannat-e-Firdaus.
My entire head vanished into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“Enough, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I ordered her curtly, “No more mischief. Let it remain there. No more penetration now if you really don’t want to lose me forever.”
“Okay. Sorry if I’ve gone too far.” Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes impishly, entirely unashamed of anything she was doing.
“I want your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot fully embedded deepest.”
“I know, Sālī, I know. But not now.”
“I promise to fuck you as much as you want to, but not now.”
“I need it now.”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I never wanted you as my woman.”
“But I always loved you as my dream man.”
“But you never said it to me. Now let me adjust mentally for what you want from me. Don’t speed it up. You want to make yourself a better wife to me than your Ammī was. Don’t you?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes sparkled.
“Of course. I want to replace my Ammī forever. And I’m not ashamed of it even a bit. You maybe sixty three as you claim but you are still the most competent Hindu husband for all of us Musalmān Beauties.”
The two of us moved out to the bedroom and got onto the bed on either side of the still sleeping Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
She was still on her belly exactly the way I left her earlier.
We called her name and ran our hands down her back until she stirred.
“Come on it’s time to get up. You have to go see your aunt, Bābarah Åālamgīr tells me.” I said.
“Hmmm, I was hoping you’d wake me up the way you did earlier.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah purred sleepily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“If Durgesh does that you’ll go see your aunt with his Hindu cum running down your leg and we can’t have that, can we?”
“But it was so much fun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted “Just a little. Please.” She asked raising her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass up into the air and wiggling it back and forth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved around behind her and looked at her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“I don’t know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. It looks pretty good. If I were a guy I would definitely do her. Hell, if you don’t. I might just eat her out right here.”*
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Imrān Hāshmī bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was fucking him in his ass.
It was a great mistake that, Imrān Hāshmī thought the entire underworld was Muslim dominated.
Yes, most of the underworld consisted of Pseudo Musalmīn, but not the entire.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was there too.
Imrān Hāshmī loved Rājesh Rājpūt that Rājesh Rājpūt must fuck Imrān Hāshmī in his ass, but when Shankar Mahāpralayankar announced to punish Imrān Hāshmī by himself fucking Imrān Hāshmī, even Rājesh Rājpūt couldn’t save Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s mare now.
Mare, not horse.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was constantly pumping nonstop.
Allah målūm how Shankar Mahāpralayankar had succeeded in establishing that Imrān Hāshmī was dead now.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had murdered him.
The dead body, Shankar Mahāpralayankar successfully established that it was that of Imrān Hāshmī was arranged by his persons from some hospital.
Pain, pleasure, Imrān Hāshmī was experiencing both.
Almost unbearable pleasure.
Imrān Hāshmī could silence himself no longer.
His gay Musalmān body shuddered uncontrollably as Imrān Hāshmī climaxed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar still didn’t withdraw his still erect Uncut Hindu Penis from Imrān Hāshmī’s feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī rested his feminine buttocks in Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu groin.
He knew Shankar Mahāpralayankar would fuck him again.
In the meantime, Shankar Mahāpralayankar stood up proudly and stared down at Imrān Hāshmī.
“So you say you haven’t murdered Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Penis was still throbbing into Imrān Hāshmī’s round firm perfect feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī was panting.
“Señor, I’m a gay. More than ninety-nine percent I am feminine. How can I murder an underworld personality as successful as Muħammad bin Qāsim was?”
“Ummil Åālmīn, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, wanted you to replace Muħammad bin Qāsim, didn’t she?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled at Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
“Shankar, Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother. Abbū tried his best to stop his underworld activities. That’s why I wanted Imrān Hāshmī to replace my younger brother Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
She was all-nude with me.
I was fucking Al Zakāt Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind.
Imrān Hāshmī was licking my Uncut Hindu Penis when it came out of his sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
It was Ved Nagar and Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled at me,
“Durgesh, I don’t think Imrān Hāshmī can kill even a rat or fly.”
“Thank you.” Imrān Hāshmī gratefully pushed his feminine buttocks into Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s lap, surrendering his gorgeous feminine ass to Shankar Mahāpralayankar thus, in immense indebtedness.*
Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew Durgesh would never let down him.
How wrong he was.
He hated Durgesh because Durgesh was fucking Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s beautiful sisters, Jamīlah Nādir, Åzīzah Nādir, Fauziyah Nādir, Ghazālah Nādir, Zulékħah Nādir, Bilqīs Nādir and Tayyabah Nādir.
He was the only brother among seven sisters.
His Ammī, Kulsūm Åbbās, loved his only son very much.
Even his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, was very proud of Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was in the Board of Directors in Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Abbū,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm had protested, “we are millionaire. You have done very much for your children. All my seven sisters are highly educated and running their own businesses. Yet, their affair with the Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh…”
“Durgesh is your friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.” his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, interrupted Muħammad Ibrāhīm curtly.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“She is right, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Durgesh has a great contribution in not only our success, but our Bahū Bégum’s family’s success as well.”
“I know. But I can’t pay Durgesh with my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said curtly.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“Well, I am ready to pay Durgesh with my sisters for the prosperity and protection my family is receiving from him.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm watched his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, scrutinizing her.
“What do you mean?”
“You are ready to pay Durgesh with your sisters only for the prosperity and protection your family is receiving from him? Not with yourself too?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled prudently.
“I see. So you still doubt that Durgesh fucks me too?”
“I know Durgesh fucks his Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies. Most of my friends have adjusted with the inevitable because their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies themselves are adamant to fuck Durgesh. They shamelessly say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Allah, my own sisters say so.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm gritted his teeth.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, your sisters are modern young ladies. All of them are highly educated and Durgesh helped them in establishing their own businesses.”
“Their own husbands don’t mind it. Why the hell do you?”
“That’s what I am trying to tell your foolish son, Abbū.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said curtly.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm,” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad admonished his somewhat communal somewhat backward son, “It’s twenty first century. Your sisters have their own fundamental human rights and women rights too. Their sex life is their personal life. When their husbands…”
“Their husbands are selling my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm thundered at his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, “They themselves have extramarital affairs. Why the hell they mind if my sisters are foolish enough to sell themselves to Durgesh to get financial support for their husbands and themselves too?”
“I see.” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said curtly.
“I too.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said.
“Durgesh has fucked your brains too.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān cooed.
“Thanks for the compliment, my dear husband.”
“It’s not a compliment.”
“That’s what you think.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at her foolish Musalmān husband, “I take it as a compliment that the great Durgesh, the multi zillionaire, the lifelong chairman of HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, is interested in me sexually. It means something else too.”
“That you are sexually incompetent.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān humiliated Muħammad Ibrāhīm deliberately.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was too furious to respond his wife.
He always suspected Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān never had any platonic relationship with me.
No Musalmān Beauty with brains could have any platonic relationship with me ever.
When I was such a damnfool that I always establish my Musalmān women financially establishing their own separate business establishment, why the hell any Musalmān Beauty with brains wouldn’t get benefited from it?
Okay, let the Hindu damnfool fuck her.
Even their husbands and their inlaws supported them.
Money had its own ethics.
My one fourth Uncut Hindu Lund was already into Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It was rock hard.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say.
“Shut up.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said, smiling into my eyes, “I never accepted the platonic relationship you always offered to me so obdurately. Durgesh, don’t you think ever that you were insulting me, thus?”
I fell as if from the seventh sky.
“All of my sisters, all of my cousins, all of my girlfriends, were enjoying grand sex with you and luxuries your never ending money could buy for them. Yet, I was still only your friend’s girlfriend for you.”
“Bhābhījān, how could I cheat Muħammad Ibrāhīm? He was my friend.”
“Stop acting the damn ethical.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān pushed her Musalmān Cunt again on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My Uncut Hindu Prick entered her Musalmān Cunt half of it now.
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān herself fucking me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was in jail.
Muħammad Åbdullah had told me that Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān doesn’t want him out on bail.
I couldn’t believe Muħammad Åbdullah.
But now, I wasn’t so sure.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān perhaps never loved her husband, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
I was mistaken.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was also mistaken.
But why the hell then Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān married Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Was she playing some deep game?
I should find out.
Was she behind it herself?
Did she herself mastermind her husband’s arrest?
Did she marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm to destroy him completely?
I should find out.
I should find out.
I should protect my friend from this mastermind bitch.
What a woman?
I never suspected her even while she was so openly unashamed of her activities.
Shakīlah Sultān always grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She always winked at me lewdly.
Once she even unzipped me and entered her right hand to grab my Uncut Hindu Penis.*
I was startled.
“Oh, shut up, fuck me, you Hindu idiot.”
“Stop it, Bhābhījān; after all, there must be some limit.”
“Your friend is a religious damn fool. I married him only because he is a Musalmān and you are not. Now, didn’t you promise me that you’d personally take care of me if Muħammad Ibrāhīm ever failed?”
I was dumbfounded.
“I didn’t mean it to the extent you thought, Bhābhījān.”
“Why not? Your friend is an idiot. He fucks me in darkness only.”
“It’s a customary excuse most of you Musalmān wives use to justify your infidelity,” I laughed, “to justify your extramarital affair with us Hindus. Stop it, Bhābhījān. I know it isn’t true.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and had already brought it out of my shorts.
Now she was squeezing it playfully.
It was rock hard.
“It is true. And you have to fill the gap now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm is a poor fucker. You are the best, they say. Now provide me what your friend is not providing.”
“You promised me you’d provide me everything Muħammad Ibrāhīm wouldn’t. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, but I never meant sex too.”
“Well, you never said that.”
“Well, wasn’t it obvious?”
“No. I still had your Uncut Hindu Penis in my hand when you promised me it.”
“Bhābhījān, try to understand me. You were crazy for me then. How the hell otherwise could I convince you to marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
“You promised me specifically that if I married Muħammad Ibrāhīm I would have extramarital affair with you too. Didn’t you?”
“Because you wanted to fuck me then and there.”
“And I did it, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I was furious now, “you fucked me. You made me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm. He didn’t get your virginity, your cherry. You gave it to me.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“It was nothing my dear. It was only a trailer. Don’t forget we entered a treaty, a written treaty that you’d provide me everything, including sex too, if Muħammad Ibrāhīm failed to provide me anything to my satisfaction.”
I watched her incredulously.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Shakīlah Sultān.
“So you want to fuck Durgesh before you marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
Shakīlah Sultān winked at her.
“I want Muħammad Ibrāhīm cuckolded, but not at once. He must suffer gradually increasingly.”
“I thought you loved him.”
“I can’t love a Pseudo Musalmān.” Shakīlah Sultān said scornfully, “I hate the bastards immensely and love them all cuckolded to their Musalmān wives, their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers.”
“May I ask why?”
“They are blots to Islam and I am an ardent Musalmān.”
“So you want to punish them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled prudently.
“Cuckold Your Musalmān husband is my movement, dearie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “The Pseudo Musalmīn hate me immensely because I patronize Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s first international major success. Even the Western countries finance it because it keeps Hindu Muslim Unity shattered. After 1857, the Westerners are so afraid of Hindu Muslim Unity that they never want them united.”
“But Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union is itself Hindu Muslim Unity. Don’t the bastard Westerners understand it?”
“They believe that the name Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club would excite Musalmīn. They would feel humiliated and therefore never reconcile with Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling cunningly.
“Well, what’s wrong in it if the Westerners think so? Aren’t Musalmīn so communal now that they can’t bear this name for an international series of clubs?”
“They are. They are. But it would arrange and increase Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union however.”
“But most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated. They form the most of the underworld even calling it shamelessly Muslim Underworld too. Won’t they kill Hindus if they feel humiliated to the extent?”*
Long lashes swept upward, dark eyes regarded me with the unabashed frankness of a speculator looking over a piece of property.
She shifted her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs on my nude Hindu male shoulders.
My Uncut Hindu Penis once more vanished into her until virgin Musalmān Cunt to my balls.
She smiled at me cunningly.
“I’m going to like this case.” I smiled too.
“I hope you do, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Bhāījān needs a good lawyer.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said, “Yet, the best lawyer he could have is now being attacked by his own Musalmān Houseladies nonstop.”
“Why are you so against your own brother?”
“Why is his own wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, is against her own husband?”
“That can’t be your own reason too.”
“Why do you want your own brother should get gas chamber?”
“He never helped my husband. He cheated him always.”
“Isn’t that what you yourself are doing now?”
“Cheating Abul Ħakam?” Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her long lashes once more, “You don’t know me, my Hindu fucker. I can’t cheat Abul Ħakam ever.”
“What is this then? Your beloved husband is suffering from Aids and you persistently requested me to fuck you.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s beautiful eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“He permitted me only when I feigned I was ravenously dying to get sex. Suffering from Aids, Abul Ħakam couldn’t do it himself, so…”
“What do you exactly want from me?”
“I want to test what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī suggested me.”
My mouth was suddenly filled with extreme bitterness.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Yes, now I don’t have another alternative.”
“Are you crazy? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī both hate Pseudo Musalmīn deadly. They want them humiliated extremely. Don’t you know it?”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said patiently, “but I too think the criminals/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī are doing with them.”
“How innocent are you!” I said sarcastically, “Don’t you realize they are actually cuckolding your Musalmān husband?”
“Under their Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement?”
“What do you think?”
“Durgesh, well, they have a theory that my husband can survive if he himself allows me to have sex with you and cleans my private parts with his tongue after that.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said.
“Are you really PhD?”
“I know what you are thinking of me. But what the another alternative do I have? I can do anything for his survival.”
“You are crazy.”
“No, I’m desperate.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd contradicted me, “A desperate can do anything whatsoever if there is even an infinitesimal possibility.”
“I can’t appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, neither I can even forgive them for it. They are humiliating a person that’s already dying.”
“But he is recovering, méré Hindu Piyā.”
“What?” I was crestfallen.
I couldn’t believe her.
“That’s right. I know you won’t believe it. Even I couldn’t. But believe it or not.Since Abul Ħakam has allowed me to have sex with you and is licking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, Abul Ħakam is really recovering surprisingly fast. The doctors had decided Abul Ħakam should go through one more operation. But when we reached there, for the operation, the doctors have suddenly found the operation isn’t needed any more, at least now. Tell me if it isn’t the effect of what we are doing, our threesome I mean, why otherwise it’s happening?”
“It may be a coincidence only.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd watched me attentively.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I don’t believe what you say. I respect you the most, but…”
“You respect me?” I looked at her quite surprised. My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was diving into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls, remaining there enough to get content abundantly, coming out till only its head remained inside, and then again plunging more vigorously, till again it’s inside her tight Musalmān Cunt upto my balls to remain there again till I was entirely content with it abundantly, “You only respect me even now?”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s expressive eyes were suddenly intensely cold.
“’I see. You want to hear from me that I love you now. Don’t you?”
“Isn’t it natural?”
“I think so. But I respect you to the extent that I can’t lie to you even if I wanted to. It would never be convincing enough to you. Moreover, I would hate myself very much for it, so much that I can’t live normally with my lies to you. It would shatter down my own self respect in my own eyes.”
“Al Furqān Al Waħīd, we are making love…”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her right hand up, in my sentence.
“No, we aren’t.”
“We aren’t making love. I don’t love you. Neither I am capable to love anyone else except Abul Ħakam. Sorry.”
“The hell we aren’t making love.” I said somewhat irritated, “I’m fucking you vigorously…”
“That you are fucking me.”
“I didn’t get you.”
“We are fucking each other. That’s it. We are fucking each other. That’s all. I respect you the most for it that you are kind enough to fuck me. I need it. I need your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis into my Musalmān Cunt very much. But that is the all you can get from me in return. I honor you. And I’d honor you the most till Abul Ħakam and I do exist anywhere. Abul Ħakam does also honor you not less than I do.”
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7. On Islam
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her father.
“Do you understand, Abbū, what you’ve done? Please, don’t stand there and strive for wit. Sit down. Put your mind into gear, if you can, and answer me rationally.”
“Madam President, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sarcastically, “I know what I’ve done. I’ve told the truth as I see it. You may have more information than I do. Yet, you still lack in experiences. Wisdom isn’t generated from informations only. It needs experiences too to generate wisdom.”
“You think you are wiser, Abbū?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Because I have more experiences than you do.”
“Experiences of what?”
“And you think instead of fighting with the bastards, I should protect myself?”
“Isn’t it needed for the mission itself? If they kill you, the mission would stop then and there. Wouldn’t it?”*
He was not only the office manager at Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, he was the husband of Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, one of the daughters of Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, the managing director of the company as well.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand glanced at the clock.
He was gratefully surprised.
“Thank you very much, Miss Åbbās.” He smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was her best friend’s younger sister.
“Not at all, Prañav. I realized these should be in the mail tonight.”
“That’s right.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling, “Yet, not all our girls are that considerate. We certainly appreciate your loyalty to the job. It surprised me you were willing to waive overtime.”
“A good job is worth being loyal to.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās also kept smiling, “There’s a rumor that you are our next managing director as Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has also decided to support you, instead of her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“That’s a rumor only. Never mind the rumors.”
“That’s the greatness you have, Prañav. You still work with us as the office manager.”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās wished good night to him.
The rain had turned into a cold drizzle.
Reflected lights shimmered on the wet paving, wet tiling, of the parking lot.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās hurried to her car, opened the door, got in, turned the key and stepped on the starter.
Sometimes the car took a little longer to start on cold, rainy nights.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās wasn’t too concerned at first.
The only sound that emanated from underneath the hood was the grind of the battery-driven starter with no explosive response from the motor.
After the first minute and a half, she became distinctly worried.
She looked around at the now all but deserted parking place.
Only a few cars were spotted here and there.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās suddenly realized her battery was not turning the motor as fast as it had been.
Her car seemed definitely stalled.
Suddenly a cheerfully competent voice said,
“What’s the matter? Having trouble?”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
It was the voice she was waiting for.
She rolled down the left window to inspect my smiling confident eyes.
My raincoat was belted about my trim waist.
Allah, how handsome the Hindu playboy is.
Of course, he is thirty-three.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.
“I seem to having trouble with my motor.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively at me.
The multi zillionaire.
“Better let the battery rest for a minute,” I said, “You are not doing any good, just grinding away at it. Let me take a look.”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
She thanked Allah silently.
That was what she wanted.
If her scheme only worked…
She controlled herself.
Control your body language, idiot.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās admonished herself.
I stepped to the side of the motor, raised the hood adeptly, and plunged my head and shoulders inside.
After a moment, I emerged and said.
“Watch my right hand. When I wave it, press the starter. When I move it down sharply, stop. Be sure the ignition key is turned to the ‘on’ position. All ready?”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās nodded gratefully, yet impishly somewhat.
I’ll fuck you tonight.
How, the hell, longer would I wait?
You act too blind to my incredible Musalmān beauty.
I can’t bear it any more.
You are insulting me.
Once more, my head and shoulders vanished from sight.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās watched my right hand.
It waved gently, and Al Ħamd Al Åbbās pressed the starter.
Almost at once my hand was plunged downward in a swiftly emphatic gesture.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās took her foot off the starter.
I lowered the hood of the car, walked around and shook my head.
“No spark.” I said.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was praying her Allah that I don’t find she has already taken a part out from the distributor.
“What does it mean?” she asked innocently.
“Something’s definitely wrong with your electrical system. There’s no use running down your battery by using the starter. You’re just not getting current to the spark plugs. I’m sorry there’s not much I can do in the rain. With the hood up, water keeps dripping down on the distributing system. That’s probably what the matter with it is anyhow. I think you’d better leave it right here tonight. By tomorrow the rain will be over, the sun will be shining and the car will start right off.”
“But,” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said, “I…”
My smile was engaging.
“Exactly, I have my car here. I’ll be glad to take you home.”
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās thanked Allah very much, yet silently.
Her scheme had worked ultimately.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her father scrutinizing him.
“Who do you love more, Abbū? Your daughter or the mission?”
“Both.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said bluntly, “I can’t sacrifice one for the other, and won’t ever.”
“If you are a true Musalmān you should be prepared always to sacrifice everything fī sabīlillah.”
“Not, if I can manage aqāmat-e-Dīnil Qayyamati without sacrificing anything. No.”
“Ħazrat Ibrāhīmå were asked to sacrifice his son.”
“Durgesh interprets it in a different manner.”
“I don’t think so.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t say anything.
“You tried to defy me this day? On this one day when my prestige is such that I can pluck you out of the Council Chamber and arrest you, with no one daring to protest?”
“I can sacrifice myself, not you.”
“Abbū, I’m safer than even you realize it.”
“Not all of them.”
“Even then, most of them.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “Moreover, the Pseudo Musalmīn that aren’t cuckolded even yet, are under constant nonstop surveillance. They’d be arrested immediately if they even tried to do anything mischievous. Yazīd Malåūn won’t be allowed to counter revolt once more ever now.”
“But my seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have left nothing for them to offer to Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “Your daughter wasn’t born yesterday, Abbū. Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the permanent solution to snatch away every weapon from the wretched Pseudo Musalmīn Årab Burdāfaroshs. They won’t have anything to offer to Hindus ever after the permanent establishment of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You think they were morons?”
“I can’t believe you, Naåīmah.”
“You are furious, Abbū.”
“Yes, even if they were Pseudo Musalmīn, they did it for their subsistence and for their subsistence only. India was Soné kī Chiđiyā, the Golden Bird then. Årab lacked the means of subsistence in those days incredibly. The only product they had, in even more than abundance, was their incredibly extremely beautiful women, nothing else. Their economy depended on the trading of their extraordinary Beauties. They didn’t have another option.”
I smiled the appreciation, at being caught walking the house naked, the fact that obviously everyone heard our lovemaking and the matter of fact way Nishāt Nazli had just sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock clean in front of Zubaydah Bābar and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
The possibility that, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought of her, had made everyone at least somewhat cautious of her.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled ironically.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled condescendingly, sneeringly,
“Listen Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I’ve done enough for you. Don’t say I can’t recognize my best friend too. I don’t want to make any trouble, but you and I have certain things to discuss and we’d better talk them over quietly.”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim laughed.
“You know, my Ammī is a trillionaire. I am myself a multi-millionaire at least. I don’t need your money, even a damn cent.”
“I merely want to discuss the accident with you. I’m a sophisticated highly educated young lady, you know. Your friends are with you. Your Vedic Monotheist Hindu lover/Live in Relationship Partner is with you. You don’t need to be afraid of me, even a bit.”*
I smiled at Hudā.
“I’m glad now you are a successful defense attorney, Hudā.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān is creating problems once more?”
“Not directly, indirectly.”
“Yes, he wanted to sell it to HVSI. We didn’t need it, so he gifted it to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. He said he wanted to serve humanity more ardently. He didn’t have proper time to take care of that island. There were some gamblers, terrorists, Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn who were after to misuse it.”
“Well, forget it. Ruqayyah has sold it now successfully to HVSI. Prakāsh has some planning in developing the island into a profitable investment. I’ve approved the purchase already.”
I smiled too.
“Don’t worry. I know how to keep Muħammad Åbdullah in his pants. I didn’t purchase it then, because Muħammad Åbdullah is perfectly capable in dealing with the terrorists, gamblers, and Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn that were interested in misusing that island.”
“You are right.”
“There you are.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, is playing some game now, as soon as he knew you have purchased the island.”
“I see.” Hudā said gravely.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim warned me, that if I wanted to get a good title to the island I’d have to make some arrangements with him. He had an oil lease on it and he was intending to start drilling. He said he took it for granted that being the utmost successful businessman of the entire history of humankind so far, I wouldn’t care to buy an island and then have him put some oil derricks of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, in it.”
“I can’t imagine the damnfool talking to you that way.” Hudā smiled, “Doesn’t he know how you deal with such damnfools?”
I smiled cunningly.
“Something like that.”
“So Muħammad bin Qāsim misjudged Prakāsh?”
“That’s right. And consequently, he has misjudged me too. After all, I’m the real elder brother of Prakāsh. Am I not?”
I kept smiling.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched his daughter patiently.
“You know better, Naåīmah. I oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah only. It doesn’t mean I support Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi. He revived the Pre Islamic Jāhiliyat. Muħsin-e-Insāniyat, Ħuzūrs, sacrificed his whole life. Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrz too sacrificed their whole life for Ummat-e-Muslimah to get rid of Pre Islamic Jāhiliyat and Årab Burdāfaroshs. The damnfool Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi could never understand what theyrzn had achieved. He fought for the traditional kingdom of his own clan. Lånat ålayhi the damnfool.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said patiently.
“Abu Sufyān couldn’t adjust ever with the paramount leadership of Ħuzūrs. The entire conduct of Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu confirms the conclusion. He had always reported even every infinitesimal mistake Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu did. He did it deliberately to widen the gap between Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu and Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan sighed.
“That’s why I do agree with Durgesh’s Kālchakr Theory, his Time Cycle Theory, I mean.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan sighed again.
“I think even Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu appointed such pseudo Mullahs and Maulavīs. How the hell otherwise he could successfully revolt against Ħazrat Ålīrzu?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan retorted, “He himself acknowledged that he was the first king in Islam as if Islam allowed the kingdom of human beings on humankind.”
“They brought even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāýéshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā against each other for their own vested vile personal political interests.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan retorted scornfully, “It wasn’t an easy achievement for the Pseudo Musalmīn. How could they do this miracle, it deserves to be studied deeply.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said appreciating me, almost in trance,
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Yet I was not sure, even now, why the Musalmān Beauties were so extremely attractive at all and why almost all of them were so crazy to have sex with me that they never cared for their parents, housepersons and even their Musalmān husbands if they were married.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was 29 now.
Zubaydah Bābar was also now 29.
Nishāt Nazli was also 29.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was also 29.
I was 63.
A whole year had passed.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t let them go.
Neither they themselves wanted to now.
All of them were still dying to have sex with me.
And Bābarah Åālamgīr had vowed gravely to join my bed too with my express consent.
Her patience to wait for my consent was really commendable however.
She always threatened to rape me if I didn’t fuck her, but she never did it, not even tried to do it ever.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sucked me off for a long time always keeping me from cumming, letting me work up a good head before she released me and crawled on top of me again.
“You seem to like that position.” I smiled and commented teasingly, as she lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She felt it split her quivering crimson Musalmān lips then spear her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
With a grunt, Nasīm Muåāwiyah dropped all the way onto me.
“Umm, Yes, Vallah, I do. It fills me so full in this position.” A cunning smile brightened her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, “Moreover it gives me a great feeling of supremacy on great Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! That even the great Durgesh is not fucking me. I’m fucking the great Durgesh, instead.”
I looked at her with slight alarm,
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled a little,
“No, the other two wonder, but I think they don’t believe it. It’s just that Bābarah Åālamgīr and I talked about it before, so I guess I’m kind of her sounding board. She really wants to, you know, she really loves you too.”
“I know. I love her too.”
“No, you don’t. You think she loves you as your stepdaughter. Never. Bābarah Åālamgīr never loved you as a stepdaughter. She always loved you as her dream man.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“I know. That’s the trouble with you. You have fucked countless of us Musalmān Beauties but you never knew why it was so. You have something extraordinary the other Hindus even don’t have. You are so full of your immense Hindutv, your immense Hindu manhood that you always radiate it. No female who comes ever in your contact can win the masculine attraction you always radiate. She’s so obsessed with it that she is never normal until she does not get your Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Musalmān Choot ever ravenous for you.”
“You don’t believe me? Don’t, if you don’t want to. You always disbelieved the women who really loved you. You think they always tell a lie to you, to please you. You think you are an ordinary man. Nonsense. Who else is having a dispute that he is thirty years older or younger?”
Now that Nasīm Muåāwiyah had me, in the middle of sex, I was receptive and my defenses were down.
It seemed so comfortable and natural to talk about it with Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
I realized that in all the years of Live in Relationship to Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Ammī, I had never achieved this level of emotional intimacy with her, I was achieving with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and her 28 years old friends.
With that realization, came a warm glow spreading through my body.
I reached up and pulled Nasīm Muåāwiyah down to me.
I held her close, while my hips worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her.
“Umm, I like this position too.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah breathed. “I just want you to know that as far as I’m concerned, if you make love to Bābarah Åālamgīr, I think it would be beautiful. Not sick or weird. She told me what you were worried about. I agree with her. I think it would strengthen your relationship and increase your love for one another. So if you decide to, you have my full support and help if you want it. But for now just fuck me.”
We spent the next few minutes doing just that until she came and the flow of juices over my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls felt so warm and comforting that I blasted into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m really beginning to like this. But I like just being with you too.” She thought to herself. Then the fear started to slide over her. “What if this is just a fun thing for me and I get tired of it. I don’t want to give you up.” and she realized that she was falling for me.
I woke the next morning with Nasīm Muåāwiyah still under me.
I slept on her.
She felt so warm and comfortable there, as I looked at her, I felt a wave of pleasure roll over me.
I leaned over and kissed on her beautiful lips.
Starting at her shoulder, I ran my hand down over it and to her Musalmān tit then across her belly to her thigh.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled in her sleep.
I ran my hands over her.
It was down her back and over her extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.
I enjoyed the feel of her bare Musalmān skin under my hand and the sweetness of her smile.
Before long, I let my hand pause and run over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Then I lowered down to the swell of her butt where it met her Musalmān legs.
I could feel her wetness now on one of her Musalmān legs.
I smiled to myself.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah responded by trying to pull me inside her, even farther, and letting out a little moan.
I smiled and let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide more into her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah responded immediately by lifting up to meet me.
I kept it up for a few minutes then slid out from under her, letting her roll onto her belly, all the time keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund working, until I positioned myself behind her, between her Musalmān legs.
I began to pump slowly on Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Her groans became louder and more demanding while I fucked her from behind.
It took longer than I expected her to come fully awake.
But I was not finished even yet.
I kept up the pounding, until I pumped my Hindu sperm deepest inside her again.
This time it was with a scream that I feared could be heard by the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls downstairs.
I lay with her as my Hindu member started to deflate and harden once more.
“That is the most wonderful wake up I have ever had.” She told me as we cuddled up.
I could get real used to that.
I hesitated for a second as I realized that she was becoming a comfortable part of my life.
“Maybe that’s what I had in mind.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah drifted off to sleep then with those words in her ear and although she heard them and they registered, she was too lost in near sleep and sexual release to comprehend fully what I had just told her.
I lay with her a few minutes as she slept, then quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen to order to make coffee.
I backed out of the room and closed the door so as not to wake her.
I was halfway across the room and nearly in the kitchen, lost in my thoughts, before I realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nishāt Nazli, and Zubaydah Bābar were sitting there, all wearing a smirk and nothing else.
“From the sound of things you had a good morning.” Bābarah Åālamgīr quipped.
Nishāt Nazli stood up.
She crossed the space between them in two steps.
It was beginning to re-inflate now.
It was a long intense kiss.
Then she broke the kiss with me.
“From the feel of you I did have some fun. It’s all covered in cum.” Nishāt Nazli smiled.
Then before I realized what Nishāt Nazli was going to do, Nishāt Nazli dropped to her knees, took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and started sucking me wildly.
A long wild suck it was.
She cleaned my Uncut Hindu Cock of the mixed juices on it.
Then with that pronouncement, Nishāt Nazli stood and took back her seat.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been waiting for an hour.
Of course, she wasn’t alone.
I was still fucking her.
She knew the entire Executive Council was with her, however.
She never imagined I was so humane and so Democratic.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stirred her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks restlessly in my male Hindu lap, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock into her ever shrewdest ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt himself flushing.
He fought to control his wrath and resentment.
Allah, he never thought it was even possible that some day he might even resent his utmost successful daughter.
He hesitated to engage in a shouting match with his own daughter.
Besides, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now well practiced in the political wars.
He was a Hindu.
He wanted to extinguish only his communal sexual lust with them.
Well, most of the morons still believe so, but not the intellectual ones now.
Now, he has successfully using them in the Dream City Ved Nagar.
Under this fearless disguise she managed to run her seven so called sex obsessed movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.
Durgesh has trained her in everything he himself was expert in.*
Nasīm Muåāwiyah and I, both were alert when we found we were not alone in our bedroom.
I fucked Nasīm Muåāwiyah entire night in different positions.
We even slept in missionary position.
I was still inside her fully embedded when I awoke.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah saw her first.
“Ms. Muåāwiyah?” she smiled disarmingly.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked her curtly.
“Who are you? And how the hell did you manage to get in our bedroom while we were sleeping?”
“Well, well, well.” The intruder Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, herself too in her glorious nude, smiled, “I always thought you were smart. After killing my younger brother, it was really a smart step to come under the shelter of Durgesh.”
I watched her thoughtfully.
It was always a possibility with me.
Sometimes it actually happened too, so many times.
Yet, even then, it didn’t mean the intruder was really telling the truth necessarily.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah watched her scornfully.
“Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” The intruder cooed, “They call me Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother.”
“I’m here to tell you I won’t let you get away with it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me.
“She is playing some deep game, Durgesh darling.”
“You don’t know her?”
“I don’t know her. I don’t know any bloody Muħammad bin Qāsim. Either she is mistaken in identifying me, or she is playing some deep game.”
“You aren’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled ironically.
“She has successfully fooled everyone. So many Musalmān Beauties, quite dangerous and fugitives from justice, now scheme to get benefits from your extraordinary sex obsession of having sex with every possible Musalmān Beauty that comes into your contact. She is also one of them.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah met my eyes bravely.
“She is either lying or she is mistaken.”
“It had started to rain that morning when you, Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, parked your car in the fenced-off parking lot reserved for employees in the executive offices of the Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled tartly, “The precipitation, the rainfall, was a cold, wintry rain. You, Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, rolled up the windows of your car, bundled your raincoat about you and walked briskly to the side entrance marked Employees Only.”
“It was still raining at noon,” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim went on smiling cynically, “but there was no necessity for you to leave the building. The employees of the Executive Officers were able to use the underground tunnel to the cafeteria in the main building. At quitting time, you were in the midst of work on some specifications that you knew should go out in the night’s mail. It would have taken you about thirty minutes to finish up. You were never the one to watch the clock on a secretarial job. You pounded away at the keyboard of your computer, heedless of the exodus of other employees.”
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We sat in silence again before Bābarah Åālamgīr said.
“I guess you need to decide if it would change, would it be for the better or worse. I think it would be better but I understand why you’re apprehensive. So I will wait. But I am not going to stop trying to entice you!” She said with a grin.
I laughed at her forwardness.
It would give her a triumphant hope and the matter would be postponed at least for now.
I could gain more time for convincing Bābarah Åālamgīr it isn’t right.
“Kiss me on my lips, at least.” Bābarah Åālamgīr requested.
I hadn’t another option.
My refusal to kiss her on her lips would have infuriated her once more.
I kissed her softly on the lips and she spoke again.
“Yes, I know that.” I admitted.
“That was one of my fantasies, to taste your Hindu cum. I’d heard my Ammī praising it whenever you obliged her to suck you. It was every bit as good as I thought it would be. But you never answered my question, can I touch you?”
I sighed, looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and took a long time answering.
“Ok, but just a little, if you’re so adamantly curious.” I compromised somewhat.
“Why shouldn’t I be curious even? I’ve never touched anyone before.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr reached out under the water and gently took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I can’t believe you’re hard again already.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, winking at me, meaningfully, “Doesn’t it mean you want to make love to me yourself as well? Come on. Let’s fuck.”
“Nonsense. What would you expect? I’m sitting here holding a beautiful naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman. Wouldn’t it turn me on? I am not impotent. Of course I’m hard.” I answered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me and kissed me again softly on the lips,
“Eīshān!” I groaned protesting her aggressiveness.
We sat like that for a while just holding one another with her hand gently sliding over my Uncut Hindu Lund and touching it getting to know every square inch of it, certain that one day before long she would have it inside her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew this was a battle she would win ultimately.
But she also knew I was right at least somewhat.
It would change our relationship forever and if she forced the issue, I would relent.
And in the end, she could lose me to my non-consent.
Yet, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I was excited now.
She could take more benefits from me now.
Should she go ahead and try to fuck me?
My Uncut Hindu Lund was already in her hand.
She was already playing with it.
“Let me kiss it.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I’ve already tasted your Hindu Vīrý. Haven’t I?”
“Let me get it once more, this time from the original source.”
I looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr gravely.
“You want to suck me?”
“Bābarah, I say you won’t stop once you start it.”
“Okay. I want to fuck you, then.”
“You are fucking all of my friends. They are enjoying it very much. Why can’t I? Only because my Ammī maintained her Live in relationship with you once? Let me too.”
“I’m already sixty two, Bābarah.”
“It doesn’t make any difference to me, but okay. I’d win you. I won’t rape you.”
Reluctantly, Bābarah Åālamgīr released me and said.
“Come on, let’s go find the others.”*
All the three were still naked and completely comfortable with it.
Were they nudists now?
Every one of them, at least almost, wanted me inside them.
They hadn’t any respect at all even for my age.
I had eased up and not bothered to put my suit back on,
‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘I’ve already banged all of them except Bābarah Åālamgīr and even she’s watched me doing it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr put their curiosity to rest though.
“Thanks, girls. Durgesh and I had a good talk after you girls left. I guess we needed to do that for a while.”
I walked to the bar, poured them another drink, and offered the others one.
I was making their drinks when Zubaydah Bābar said.
“Durgesh, thanks for … uh…Thanks. It was nice.”
“That goes for me too.” Nishāt Nazli offered.
“Thanks. You’re just saying that to make an old man feel good.” I smiled good naturedly.
“Think so, huh?” Nishāt Nazli retorted, “Just keep pushing it and we’re liable to lay you down and gang rape you.”
“That won’t work,” Zubaydah Bābar interjected, “you can’t rape the willing.”
All the three of them laughed at that.
Then Zubaydah Bābar asked, smiling impishly,
“So does this mean you’re going to service us all the week?”
“I certainly would love it. But I sort of made a commitment to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. Nevertheless, taking care of all of you is my duty too. You are my guests.”
“We’ve already talked to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She doesn’t mind as long as it doesn’t interfere with her, and as long as we don’t overuse you, so at least once in a while is ok.”
“What about Bābarah Åālamgīr? Isn’t she going to end up with the female equivalent of blue balls if we run around fucking all over the place?” I asked gravely.
“I guess that is really kind of a problem.” Zubaydah Bābar admitted. “We’ll look into that and get back to you. In the meantime, you’re off the hook I guess.”
We talked and teased for a while then decided it was time for bed.
I looked at them.
“You girls should close the door if you don’t want anybody to see.” I told them.
They both giggled.
“Well, we’ll leave it open tonight in case you decide in our favor ultimately, want to come down and join in, you are most welcome.” Nishāt Nazli said with a wink.
“Thanks, but I think Nasīm Muåāwiyah is going to need some attention tonight.” I said gravely, yet even then smiling somewhat.
I sat down on the couch with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and she nestled against me, as the three of us talked.
Bābarah Åālamgīr saw the look on my face and smiled.
Soon my alertness faded as my interest grew.
I was a hypersexual ultimately.
I began to stroke Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s breasts as we sat there.
“Well, it looks you guys are headed for bed. I guess I will too.”
She kissed her on the lips.
The kiss turned into a long and passionate one.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was nearly lost in the eroticism of the scene.
She wanted to make love to me on the couch and she knew if she tried we would, at least at this point, allow her to join us but with the conversation she had earlier with me, she decided to wait more.
She broke the kiss with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and said to her,
“Thanks for the invitation but I think, you two need to be alone tonight.” And as she finished, she bent over and sucked one of Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s nipples into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
I watched her attentively, scrutinizing what she really was after now.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kept smiling.
“The entire Ummat-e-Muslimah has seen Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs working most effectively. I’ve successfully replaced the age long kingdom of Assaåūds with the most required Democracy here. Not even only this, we are progressing immensely too. The last year is its irrefutable evidence.”
“And you think it’s due to Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs?”
“Try to explain it all otherwise.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan invited.
“That’s what I’m trying to do if you only let me.”
“No, you are not doing that.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said firmly, inflexibly, “You are only trying to advance a theory against irrefutable history, irrefutable facts. What I say is indisputable, irrefutable history, irrefutable facts. What you are proposing is only a theory that’s not even scientific. Being the Chief Executive of this Democracy, I can’t waist the people’s money and time in discussing unsupported emotional Pseudo Islamic theories against duly proven facts. If we do that, those emotional theories are infinite.”
“The place to discuss such theories is outside, not this Executive Council. We are sent here to discuss the proven facts, not the theories that have already brought Ummat-e-Muslimah on the second place to the Christians, and now even Hindus are defeating us.”
“Well, I don’t agree with you.”
“Okay, let’s vote.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled tartly.
She glanced at the entire Executive Council.
“Anybody who substantiates the Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan, raise his/her hand, please.”
There was suddenly pin drop silence in the Executive Council.
Everyone was tense now intensely.
“I’ll wait complete five minutes to let the honorable Councilwomen and Councilmen to take their decision.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said solemnly.
The pin drop silence continued.
Moreover, it had become grimmer too.*
Bābarah Åālamgīr went down the steps alone.
She was horny.
She immensely needed to fuck me.
Allah, how can she make me fuck her?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had offered her the new print media as well as the electronic one too:
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled forlornly.
“Your story is different.”
“He was never attached to you as a stepfather.”
“How do you know?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was dumbfounded.
“You mean he was attached to you too, as a stepfather?”
“He is attached to his every stepdaughter as a stepfather, you idiot.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s eyes widened.
“Allah, you mean―?”
“That’s right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, “We, his so called stepdaughters, are hornier than Durgesh even. We never accepted him our stepfather even while he is adamant to maintain the platonic relationship.”
“Allah,” Bābarah Åālamgīr was crestfallen, “I’ll be damned.”
Nishāt Nazli was lying on the bed with her Musalmān legs spread and Zubaydah Bābar had her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face buried in Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed disappointed and turned to leave.
But Nishāt Nazli had seen her.
Nishāt Nazli called her name.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr? Come on in. Lay here with us.” She invited.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
She crawled into bed with the other two young Musalmān women.
They went to work on her.
She kissed her friend’s beautiful Musalmān mound and Musalmān slit, gently working her up to an even higher state of readiness before she allowed her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue just barely to break into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān slit and slide up and down.
With each stroke she let it go deeper until she was soon running her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue hard against Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s slit and occasionally over her clit.
Hell, she needed Durgesh inside her very much.
With each pass over her ravenous Musalmān clit, Bābarah Åālamgīr shuddered and pushed herself into Zubaydah Bābar‘s face, until Zubaydah Bābar pushed her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue into Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s hole, and shoved it in and out fucking her with it.
Then when Bābarah Åālamgīr could stand no more, she brought it back out and started to draw circles around her love button, until Bābarah Åālamgīr came in a shuddering orgasm, drenching Zubaydah Bābar‘s face.
They were so unlike her own D cups.
Nishāt Nazli had often told her how lucky she was that she did not have to wear a bra all the time and have these ponderous jugs swinging in front of her.
Nishāt Nazli made love to Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Musalmān tits, slowly licking them, and swirling around the nipples causing them to rise to their full size, and sucking them in, to give pleasure to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She began to beg.
“Nishāt Nazli, please sit on my face. I want to eat you. I want your cum in my mouth. Please.”
She crawled up, and straddled Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s face.
Bābarah Åālamgīr lapped up the flow of cum greedily.
Then the three of them cuddled up together and hugged enjoying the afterglow.
Nishāt Nazli broke the silence.
Zubaydah Bābar followed her.
“Yeah, thanks. It was incredible to feel that Hindu monster in me. I have been so horny for Uncut Hindu Cock lately and Durgesh does look so good. I never thought I would want an older guy like that but I can see there are advantages to it. For one they know what to do with what they got and Durgesh seemed as interested in us getting off as I did in cumming myself.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed a bit.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The next morning dawned perfect for golf, cooler than the previous days had been, but not cold.
The sky was as predicted partly cloudy.
Not a good day for the beach, but perfect for golf.
I slipped out of bed without waking Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
When I turned, I found Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, walking up the steps wearing only her panties again.
I took a second to admire her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and she smiled at me.
“Like what you see?” She asked me teasingly.
“Yes I do. If you weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr …”
Who could have believed she bylined the news story in ‘Ved Nagar Tribune’?
The news story was already making history:
It was datelined Paris.
I smiled at her.
“It’s a big bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed at me, but she noticed that I was wearing a raging hardon under my shorts.
She started to get wet herself at the teasing.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah came out of the bedroom, having overheard the exchange.
“So are you joining us tonight for some wild sex?” she asked Bābarah Åālamgīr nonchalantly.
“Oh too bad.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted.
Yet, under the humor I wondered how much was act and how much real.
She perched on a stool sleepily and set her feet on the side rungs.
I checked her out as discreetly as I could.
I noticed that she too shaved most of the hair from her pubic area with the exception of a horizontal strip just above her slit.
Zubaydah Bābar noticed me looking.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled naughtily.
Then she spread her beautiful Musalmān legs a little wider to give me a better view.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah caught the byplay, looked at her friend, and laughed.
“What a shameless slut you are.”
Zubaydah Bābar just smiled even broader.
“Kambakħt, you are enjoying the ever sexiest Hindu male in the entire history of humankind already, and I’m the slut? Not you? Wallah, what a great sincerity you do have.”
“Jealous, Zubaydah Bābar? Eh?”
None of them wanted to have a platonic relationship with me.
Everyone of them wanted me to fuck them to their heart’s content forever.*
We finished our breakfast and got our showers.
We met at the car.
I smiled when I saw how they were dressed.
All the four were wearing the tightest T-shirts and shortest shorts they had.
For most of them, it looked like they were painted on.
Except Zubaydah Bābar that is, of course.
She had borrowed one of Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s shirts.
In fact, when I looked at her she leaned back as if to stretch and I could easily see the swell of her exciting excellent enticing Musalmān breasts.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me.
“It’ll break their concentration.”
“Hell, it’ll break mine too. And I’ve seen all of you, if not naked, damn near.” I said.
She laughed winking at me.
I laughed too.
We piled into the car.
We continued the act pretending not to know how to drive the carts and needing lessons.
So by the time we arrived at the first T, our opponents were already counting their money.
“That’s the ladies tee up there, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.” I explained.
“But that’s discrimination.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah blurted out, “It’s not fair if we are closer than you.”
It was an odd number of people.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was along, yet she was not playing.
We had taken three carts.
Bābarah Åālamgīr would sometimes ride with me and cuddle with me as I drove.
The opponents were green with envy that I had four young Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls paying attention to me and kept making comments about robbing cradles and other more lewd things.
Zubaydah Bābar made a show of stretching before each shot.
She brought her arms up over her head every now and then, and her shirt with it, flashing everyone a little Musalmān tit each time.
As we planned, the first three holes were all up to me.
I played well but not well enough, deliberately.
I lost two holes and won only one, strategically.
We got to the fourth tee.
I never told them what I’d planned actually.
Zubaydah Bābar turned to the opponents and waggled her nearly exposed Musalmān tits.
“$100 a hole per man is a lot of money. That is what we’re playing for right. That’s four hundred dollars for each hole.”
The four opponents looked at each other and quickly agreed that those were the stakes.
I stopped and said,
“Oh, I thought it was $100 per hole per team. But Ok if it’s per man. It’s Ok. I’ve already brought enough cash to cover it.”
I drew a wad of cash from my pocket and started to count it off to make sure.
“Yep, I can cover it. Don’t worry, my darlings.”
They were hooked.
The four opponents laughed out loud.
The laughter stopped when Zubaydah Bābar drove her ball over three hundred yards to drop on the green in one shot.
We finished the hole on two strokes, because of Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s 30’ putt while the opponents were rattled enough to need five strokes.
The next 14 hole were more of the same.
It was a slaughter.
When we finished, each of the opponents were muttering about ringers as they handed me the money.
“Ringers?” I asked. “You never asked if we had any experience. I guess I forgot fully to introduce you. This is Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and these are her three friends. They represent 75% of the first string of the MVU State Championship Ladies Golf Team. As I remember, Shekhar, you never even asked they are average or handicap. But just so you know for next time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s is the highest average at 88. Have a good day. I am going to take these young Musalmān ladies shopping with your money.”
They looked at each other frustrated.
We all hooked arms and walked to my car.
We all had the good manners to hold our laughter until we got into the car but then we went into hysterics.
Finally, as it began to subside, Zubaydah Bābar said,
“Sorry Durgesh, but those guys won’t want to play with you again.”
“Good,” I answered, “I never liked them anyway. I only ever accepted to be polite.”
“They won’t give you any trouble at the club, like with membership, will they?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked, suddenly concerned.
“They can try but I doubt it, after all I’m on the board of directors and they’re just auxiliary members, summer residents.” I laughed.
They all protested.
Especially Bābarah Åālamgīr, because she didn’t play.
“Look, you all earned it. Once you started to play only one of my shots got used, that one chip shot. You all won the game. And Bābarah Åālamgīr, you were their manager. I don’t need the money. I already do have it plenty of my own. Use it for books, for clothes, or for new clubs, or for just to enjoy the summer, whatever. It’s yours.”
We continued until I agreed to let them take me to dinner one night.
Then they all scampered off to count their money.*
Then as they came and told me, they were going to go out for a bit but would be back later, I knew they were going shopping.
We had a good dinner and a good time before we returned home.
It was a cool evening.
We all wanted to get into the hot tub, naturally, and relax.
They insisted I join them.
I agreed and went to get my suit on.
The hot tub was one of those big eight person jobs.
It had come with the house when I bought it.
I considered getting rid of it because I rarely used it but it was nice to have around, so I kept it.
They teased me about wearing a bathing suit.
It had become her normal state.
Nishāt Nazli peeled off her thong as I got in and threw it out onto the deck.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just smirked at me.
She got out getting them all another round of drinks.
I saw she was also naked.
She was too deliberately seducing me, I knew it now.
Did she herself wanted to replace her mother, in my life?
It seemed to me so.
I found that as I had suspected from the view through her panties, she shaved her red bush except for a strip leading up from her slit.
They continued to tease me about my bathing suit until, after their a couple of drinks; I figured what the hell and slipped out of it too under the water.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was sitting next to me as I slid it off.
She of course helped and then immediately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
We all laughed at how possessive she got about me and she just shrugged.
“Believe me if you had it you’d be possessive too yourselves.” She told them, “You haven’t experienced its unique sexual miracles yet, girlies.”
The next half hour slid into teasing and games of grabbing their asses and my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Nishāt Nazli tried to pull my legs out from under me.
It didn’t go into her, but it did almost nevertheless.
And she wasn’t ashamed of her for it even the slightest.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes got big.
Nishāt Nazli instinctively rocked against it and closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes in pleasure.
When she opened them, she looked first at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She looked at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled and nodded.
I looked around alert.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah leaned over, kissed my lips and whimpered in my ear.
I looked over at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She saw the uncertainty in my eyes.
Then she whimpered to me.
“Thank you, Durgesh, for entertaining my friends to the extent they were dying to. They came here deliberately to have you inside them. Thank you once more.I love you.”
It was then that I knew this was something Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, wanted me to do with herself too, and enjoy.
I leaned back and relaxed.
It took a long time before I felt Nishāt Nazli tighten on my Uncut Hindu Cock, groan and shudder into orgasm.
Then she kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah too, gently, and then Bābarah Åālamgīr, before she extricated herself from me.*
To her great surprise, I was still hard, as I had not cum still now, even after fucking Nishāt Nazli so much.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and crawled up on my legs.
“My turn?” She asked.
“Sure, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” I winked at her.
Zubaydah Bābar lowered herself onto me.
It took some time for her to stretch out enough to accommodate me inside her.
Once I was fully in, Zubaydah Bābar began to rock on me.
She came the first time in seconds and just continued to ride me for a few minutes until she was rocked by another orgasm.
I looked over.
I immediately recognized her glassy eyed stare.
She was fantasizing it wasn’t her finger, my Uncut Hindu Lund instead she was enjoying herself.
It was written on her face clearly what she was fantasizing entirely unashamed of herself.
I was near to cumming now.
As Zubaydah Bābar slid off me, Nasīm Muåāwiyah grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock, placed her other hand underneath me, and lifted me up.
I rose out of the water.
I felt another pair of hands slide underneath me and realized that it was Bābarah Åālamgīr herself.
She was too holding up my weight in the water.
She began to pump on my Uncut Hindu Cock, making love to it as she had done before, swallowing my entire Hindu length and slowly letting it slide back out, then repeating it, till I was ready to cum.
She went on doing it nonstop, until she sensed my orgasm coming.
She did not swallow it.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah just held it there until I was finished.
Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me deliberately with immense pride.
Then they broke the kiss, and each of them turned to their other friends.
They each swallowed their prize, my Hindu Vīrý, optimum.
It was so much, all of them had it enough.
Then each of them kissed me.
They got out of the tub with a smile and walked into the house.
It left me alone in the tub with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
They deliberately did it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr made them to do it.
I saw her requesting, rather ordering them to do so.
I was all alert now.
Was Bābarah Åālamgīr ready now to fuck me herself?
She was deliberately alone there with me so that I won’t object when she fucks me?
She had also watched me getting a blowjob from the third and shared my Hindu cum herself, with all of them.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes bravely and laid her head on my chest.
“You know I’m jealous of all of them. Don’t you?” She said gravely.
“No I didn’t know.” I answered.
“Of course. They have all had you and I can’t. Only because you have my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, before I could have you myself.” She answered.
I looked at her gravely.
“You must understand, Bābarah Åālamgīr, it isn’t just what you say. It makes you my stepdaughter.”
“Nonsense. Damn you. I would rather die instead, accepting you my stepfather.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said curtly, “I love you, as my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, loves you. I never called you ‘daddy’ seriously. I always called you ‘daddy’ skeptically’. We are lovers, not a stepfather and a stepdaughter. Damn it. I mean it, you know.”
“You shouldn’t have taken my Hindu Vīrý into your mouth; neither should you have swallowed it.” I told her.
“I would rape you if you don’t make love to me. I deliberately bring them here so that they fuck you and help me in fucking you myself. Allah, what a miraculous Hindu male tool you have! Everyone of us is crazy to fuck you to our hearts content.”
“Nonsense, Bābarah Åālamgīr, you must be more prudent and more sophisticated. You are now a globally renowned reporter, a journalist hailed by a large number of your fans.”
“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have my sex life. Does it?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked me curtly.
“Not with me.” I said equally curtly.
I patted her shoulder.
Finally, after a few minutes she broke the silence,
“Okay. Can I ask you a favor at least?”
“What’s that?” I asked her gravely.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
The Fun Continued
They stood and watched for several minutes as Nasīm Muåāwiyah registered one orgasm after another and all the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls felt jealousy well up, that she could be experiencing multiple orgasms with the first Hindu she was ever with.
Individually Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar each decided that they wanted to try a piece of this Hindu before they left.
For her part, Bābarah Åālamgīr was more determined than ever, to make love to her Hindu father.
But she also knew it would be a long hard battle to get me to agree.
It never allowed me not to fuck even my Musalmān stepdaughters.
The movement couldn’t afford it.
I was already fucking my so many Musalmān stepdaughters.
Yet, the matter was somewhat different with Bābarah Åālamgīr.
They either hated me openly for snatching away their Ammīs from their real Musalmān Abbūs, or at least suppressed their such resentment.
Even if they called me ‘Papaji’ or ‘dad’ before, it was sarcastic.
They never meant it.
So, it was easy for me to fuck them or maintain my Live in relationship with them when they offered themselves to me.
It was entirely opposite with Bābarah Åālamgīr.
But on the other hand, the more open she was with me and the more she became a part of my life, the closer Bābarah Åālamgīr got.
So it was an easy decision to resolve to continue running around the house topless.
She also knew that her catching me like this would go a long way toward opening me up to her.
I felt Nasīm Muåāwiyah stiffen and assumed that she was getting ready to orgasm again so I pulled on her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips a little to start her moving again.
I was enjoying this fuck.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah seemed to be enjoying it also as she seemed to be rolling from one orgasm to the next.
All too soon, I felt the end nearing, my balls tightened and the familiar feelings in my Hindu groin were followed by the rush of my Hindu sperm from my Uncut Hindu Lund into Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
For the second time today, I groaned and splashed her Pakistani Musalmān insides with baby juice.
“Wonderful, simply wonderful.” Ran through my mind.
Then the shock registered.
“Hi daddy. What’cha doing? Having fun?” I heard Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s voice.
As I opened my eyes I saw her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face leaning over the back of the couch, smiling at me.
She was looking at me as my Uncut Hindu Lund was buried deepest inside one of her young friends.
I had been starting to get soft and would soon be slipping out of Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
One would expect that such a sudden presence would have sped the process.
In truth, it had the opposite effect and to my surprise and Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s pleasure, I instantly was hard again.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was pleasantly surprised but was not about to waste a perfectly good Uncut Hindu Lund and she started to ride me again.
I looked around confidently and saw that not only was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, watching me fuck Nasīm Muåāwiyah but so were her other two friends too.
The three of them were standing over us.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah did not seem to be bothered at all.
She was just enjoying having my Uncut Hindu Lund in her.
In fact she even looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr and said,
“I guess now we’re even for the time I walked in on you.”
All the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls laughed and Nasīm Muåāwiyah just kept riding me boldly.
Even a small part of my brain never marveled at the fact that I was so hard after just coming and being surprised at the same time.
It was usually always.
There was nothing new for me in it.
It did not take long though before my brain just said,
“The hell with it, you’re already caught. May as well enjoy it.”
The three of them watched for a minute then Zubaydah Bābar said.
“I thought Durgesh just came? Don’t tell me he’s still hard.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah just looked at her friend and smiled then shook her head up and down.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! What luck she has. She finds a guy who is extremely good looking even at his sixty two, has zillions of money, obviously knows how to please a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and is a superman besides.” The jealously in her voice was evident as she walked over to the kitchen to get a drink.
“Don’t forget well hung.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah smirked as she started to get off me.
She stood up so fast and without any warning and suddenly I found myself lying on the couch with my Uncut Hindu Lund standing straight up in the air while all four extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young women stared down at me.
It took a few seconds to register, but I realized how exposed and on display I was and grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch to cover myself .
“Goddamn look at the size of me.” I heard Zubaydah Bābar’s voice and then I saw the wide-eyed look on Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s face as for the first time in her life she got a look at the Uncut Hindu Cock that had helped her Ammī enjoy very much.
Nishāt Nazli was licking her quivering crimson Musalmān lips and Nasīm Muåāwiyah just stood there looking smug and self-satisfied as she reached down and took me by the hand.
“Come on let’s go into the bedroom where we can have some privacy.” And she led me away.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah led me into the bedroom and over to the bed where we both lay down and cuddled.
“Well I guess it’s no secret now, is it?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah winked at me as we lay together.
“No I guess not.” I winked at Nasīm Muåāwiyah too, “But what’s done is done. I guess it’s better this way at least we won’t have to sneak around. That is assuming you want to continue.”
She looked me in the eyes. “What do you think, I’m stupid? I found a good thing. Do you think I’m just going to walk away? You’re damn right I want to continue. I intend to have you at least twice a day as long as I can more if you can stand it. In fact I’m not done with you yet.”
Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled as she kissed her way down my chest to my Hindu groin and took me in her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth once again.
This time Nasīm Muåāwiyah sucked me and let me fuck her Musalmān throat until I spewed my diminished load into her waiting mouth.
“Ohhh that was every bit as good as I thought it would be.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah told me as she swallowed the last of it and licked me clean. “Come on let’s get you a shower and then we can see about the rest of the afternoon and evening. But one question first.” Suddenly she adopted the shy little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl look, “Can I sleep with you tonight again?”
I smiled at the question.
“I was hoping you would. Well, you can sleep with me daily now, if you want to. You can even bring your things to my bedroom and take its charge as my new Live in relationship Partner, if you want to.” I answered as I hugged her close.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah shouted her pleasant surprise and kissed and hugged me, thanking me very much.
We crawled out of bed and into the shower to wash the accumulated cum off ourselves and freshen up before having to face the peeping Thomas in as again.
We finished in the shower and turned off the water.
I was just pulling a clean pair of shorts on when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.” I called out and the door opened a little.
“Daddy could I talk to you for a minute?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Sure honey, come on in. I have clothes on this time.” I joked.
She blushed a bit at the reference and glanced at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
In that unspoken language, women have; Nasīm Muåāwiyah understood and got up.
“I’m going to get a drink and watch TV.” she announced.
“Daddy, I wanted to apologize for walking in on you and teasing you like that. We’ve been having so much fun here with you that we all sometimes forget that you’re my father and not one of our friends’. I mean we acted like we would have if we walked in on someone in the dorm. Not my dad.”
“That’s Ok honey. I guess I’m glad to be one of the gang instead of a stodgy old grump. But I got to admit that being on display like that sort of threw me for a loop.”
“Well, even if you are my father I have to tell you that it was a very impressive display, and it looked like Nasīm Muåāwiyah was enjoying it too. Are you two going to keep… ah… seeing each other?”
“You mean to ask am I going to continue to bang your friend. Right?”
She blushed again and said,
“Yeah, I guess that is what I mean.”
“I don’t know. We’ll see how it works out, for the time being, yes. She’ll be sleeping in my room from tonight. That is unless you have some objection?”
“Who me?” she asked startled, “hell no. I think it’s great. She really does like you a lot and from the relaxed and satisfied expression she’s wearing, I think you made her a very happy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman today.”
Then she came to me and hugged me close. “Oh daddy, I’m glad you like her. I sometimes worry about you being alone. I know you have countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends around here. Or should I say women who want to be your Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends? Hell, once they find out I’m your daughter they want to be my friend so I can “put in a good word for them” but I also know that most of them are just looking for somebody to take care of them.”
“Well I figured that out a long time ago.” I said. “I will admit to taking advantage of their advances often enough. But don’t get to thinking that Nasīm Muåāwiyah and I are going to walk down the path right away or anything. She’s a nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl and a beautiful woman and I will admit that she is fun in bed but it takes more than that.”
“I know daddy but at least while Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s here you won’t be hanging out with one of those desperate ones. Oh, and I better warn you that Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar are both probably going to come on to you. We won’t actually do anything unless Nasīm Muåāwiyah say’s Ok. But we will tease you like crazy.”
“Oh and did you already give permission?” I asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She squirmed a bit in response.
“Well, daddy, it’s kind of complicated. We call it “Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends Rules” since we are all Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, we have rules about guys. Since you are my Dad, Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked me before she did anything, because you were my father, kind of like my exclusive property, very exclusive. But now that you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah are together you belong to her and my rights are reduced. I can still put up a stink and they might listen but they don’t have to. That is the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls would not force them to. So now, the others have to get Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s Ok. But that’s not as important since you’re now just a guy and not my dad. Like if Nishāt Nazli decided to come on to you and she gets you in bed. Nasīm Muåāwiyah would be pissed but it would be your fault more than Nishāt Nazli’s because you’re a guy.”
“You’re right, it is complicated. I’ll just consider myself warned.”
She gave me another hug and kissed me gently on the lips. “Thanks Daddy.”
And Bābarah Åālamgīr moved out of the room.
I was left standing there with a hardon and the feeling of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s breasts pushing against my chest.
Even though she had her bikini top on this time it was so small she might as well have been wearing nothing.
“Down boy, that’s your Live in relationship Partner’s daughter, not something allowed. Behave.” I told myself as I followed her out into the living room.
I found Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah on the deck in deep conversation.
They told me that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had gone for showers and a change of clothes.
“I’m going to check my e-mail why don’t you girls decide what you want for supper and let me know. I’ll be in my office.”
On my way down the steps, I passed Zubaydah Bābar’s room and since the door was open, I glanced in, and then did a double take.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli were locked into a 69 on the bed and apparently, at least from the sounds, enjoying themselves.
I stood and watched for a few seconds then continued downstairs.
“These kids are certainly open about sex.” I thought to myself, and then laughed. “My generation was more open than my parents and now this one is more open than mine. I wonder what my grandchildren will be like.”
I fired up the computer and found a few messages, read and answered the ones that needed it and noticed the morning paper on my desk, still unread.
So I unrolled it and started to read.
World news, more of the same, National news, more of the same, local news I usually skipped but today a headline caught my eye.
The school board had a meeting last night and apparently, they had a lot of vacancies and were having trouble filling them.
Interesting, both Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah had received their NET certifications when they graduated.
Zubaydah Bābar was going to law school and Nishāt Nazli on to study architecture.
I had heard Bābarah Åālamgīr talk about how hard it was to get a teaching job full time at home. Her Ammī naturally wanted her there, Nasīm Muåāwiyah had also complained about political connections being needed. I chuckled to myself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had taken my love of reading.
Drop a newspaper on the table and she would pick it up.
Put the local section on top and let nature take its course.
Kill two birds with one stone, keep Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl close and piss off her Ammī.
My plans laid I sat back and surfed the net for a while.
Once I returned upstairs, I found all four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls sitting in the living room.
This time all of them were mostly naked except Nasīm Muåāwiyah, who was completely naked and Bābarah Åālamgīr who was still wearing her bathing suit, a thong bikini, so as she was mostly naked too.
Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar were sitting there in their panties.
“Daddy, we have a question for you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr stated.
I walked over and nonchalantly dropped the newspaper on the coffee table.
“Ok, but I am not going to drop my pants so you girls can just put the tape measure away.” I teased.
That got a blush and shy looks from all the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls except Nasīm Muåāwiyah who just giggled at her friends’ discomfort.
“No. We were talking and well this morning we were all just teasing you by being topless and all but to be honest we were more comfortable. We don’t mind you looking at our Musalmān tits and all but if it makes you uncomfortable then we all agreed to wear clothes.”
I considered them each a minute.
“Well I was never uncomfortable. Why should I? I welcomed it instead. I think mostly I was uncomfortable, if I was, because Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, was one of the set of Musalmān tits I was seeing and she was sitting there while I was seeing the others. But the clothes and nudity are not such a big deal to me. So if all of you want to dress like Nasīm Muåāwiyah that’s fine with me. Just remember I am a man and I WILL look, EVERY chance I get, at ALL of you. I can also tell you that as far as I am concerned you are four of the most beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young women I have had the pleasure to know.” Then I paused, “ and one more thing you all better check with Nasīm Muåāwiyah because having naked and half naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women running around the house will get and keep me very horny and I am not sure if she is up to it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled.
“That settles it. I vote for full naked all the time the hornier you get, the happier I will be.”
“We’ll see about that when you start walking bow legged.” I retorted with a smile.
“If that happens and you need a little relief, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you just let me know.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Me too.” Nishāt Nazli threw in.
“Then I guess it’s clothing optional.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled. “That includes you daddy. I know you usually walk around naked.”
“Yeah, we all are going to be carrying tape measures.” Nishāt Nazli quipped.
I laughed. “I’ll save you the trouble, 9 ½ inches long and 7 ¾ in circumference.”
“Durgesh knows exactly, what do you do, measure it.” Zubaydah Bābar asked.
“Every guy does. If he tells you, he doesn’t know he’s lying to you. This means he’s embarrassed, worried he’s either too small or too large or maybe just embarrassed that he measured it. I don’t understand why, we all only got what we got and nothing you can do about it. So that said what are we doing for dinner?”
“Well none of us is hungry and it’s still early yet. I was going to get a shower and take a nap. Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli raided your videos and are going to watch a movie and Nasīm Muåāwiyah was waiting to see what you were going to do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
“Well actually a nap sounds good to me. I’m getting too excited for all the exercise I got today.” I offered.
“I’m not tired right now so I guess I’ll just read the paper and watch the movie. But maybe I’ll join you later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah offered with a wink.
All of them laughed as we went our separate directions.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah reading the paper was as good as Bābarah Åālamgīr reading it.
I realized as I went into my room and stretched out on the bed.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah picked up the newspaper.
It was folded up and the sections were out of order but right on top was a bold headline “TEACHING JOBS GO UNFILLED”.
It immediately caught her attention and she jumped to the story.
Apparently, the county schools were unable to fill the jobs they had open.
The starting pay was in the article and it was about on par with what she would have expected at home.
But at home, there was no way you’d get a job unless you were related to or friends with somebody on the board or in the administration.
Here they had over 50 jobs to fill and only 20 applicants.
She took the article and went to the first floor.
She wanted to make a call and get some info and decided to use the phone in my office.
Once connected she found out that although her certificate was from out of state they would accept it on an emergency basis and she had a year to get a local certification that only involved filling out a form and sending $20 in for the transfer.
Yes, they would love to speak with her and her friend.
All she had to do was e-mail, fax or mail a resume and a cover letter.
Once she hung up, she was excited.
Not only did she have the possibility of finding a full time position but also it would put her near me whom she was hoping to continue this relationship with.
She also knew that Bābarah Åālamgīr was going to have trouble getting a job and hoped she could talk her friend into applying with her and maybe they could share an apartment or even better stay with me.
She took the steps two at a time to talk to Bābarah Åālamgīr and when she got to her room found her friend fast asleep lying in the bed with just panties.
She decided to have a little fun and tease her awake.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah slowly and gently crawled onto the bed and positioned herself over her friend then lowered her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face until her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth was hovering over Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Musalmān tits.
Her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue snaked out and it flicked across the bud of her nipple.
No reaction from Bābarah Åālamgīr.
So she repeated it and flicked it twice.
No reaction again except her nipple started to rise and become erect.
Next she let her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue slide over and around her nipple and as she swirled around it she could feel it tighten and harden under her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue.
Next, she switched to the other nipple and did the same thing.
By now, Bābarah Åālamgīr was giving out little moans and sighing at her touches, but she was still asleep.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah gently laid her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth over one of her friend’s Musalmān tits and began slowly to suck it as she let her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue flick over the nipple.
By now, Nasīm Muåāwiyah had begun to become aroused and she let her hand wander down to between Bābarah Åālamgīr’s legs,
“Just to see if she is wet,” she told herself.
First, she laid her hand over Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mound and rubbed it a little with slight pressure and then she slipped a finger under the elastic of Bābarah Åālamgīr’s panties and let her finger explore her friend’s slit.
Her finger slid down to the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and lingered for a second before sliding in.
“Just a bit, to tease her.”
Then finally all the way.
Bābarah Åālamgīr reacted now.
Her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips arched upwards and she brought her hand up on top of Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s head and held her against the breast she was sucking.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah could feel her releasing juices from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was now doing more than teasing her friend.
Which was Ok because now she wanted to do more than tease her, she wanted to make love to her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had fallen asleep almost instantly.
The combination of the partying the sun and sea and getting up early this morning had its effect on her, she just crashed.
Then she began having a dream.
A very nice dream.
She dreamt she was asleep and her Hindu father entered her room, crawled in bed with her, and began making love to her, first by licking and sucking her breasts then by penising her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
It was such a pleasant dream she found herself holding my head against her breast and humping onto my Uncut Hindu Lund wishing I would get on with it and take her pants off and fuck her.
As it was, she was nearing orgasm and was going to cum on my Uncut Hindu Lund .
Bābarah Åālamgīr began to wake and realized that someone really was sucking her Musalmān tit and fingering her and she really was going to cum.
Then as she neared that orgasm, she found it was Nasīm Muåāwiyah who had crawled into bed with her.
If she could not yet have her Hindu father at least she could share my lover, suck the Musalmān tit I kissed and eat the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot I fucked, and if she got lucky taste some of my Hindu cum in that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr was awake.
She had lifted her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips up and was pulling her panties off or trying to do it one handed.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah removed her finger from her friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and helped her pull the underwear down past her knees to where Bābarah Åālamgīr could kick them off.
Now they were both naked and Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay on top of her friend mashing her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot down into Bābarah Åālamgīr’s as she sucked her Musalmān tit into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth and flicked her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue across her nipple.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was now groaning and Nasīm Muåāwiyah knew she had left her close to release when she had removed her hand.
She decided she wanted to taste her friend.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to eat a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She hesitated for a second then began to slide down kissing Bābarah Åālamgīr’s chest and belly, kissing her way to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She reached her tremendously attractive immensely pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pubic mound and kissed her again then kissed her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit before letting her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue slide out and slip between the folds of her sex.
She quickly drew it back and then let it slide out again, this time lingering a bit before she slid it down her sex to her magic place.
Her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue slid down the folds until she was poised over her hole and Nasīm Muåāwiyah stopped and marveled at herself for going this far, but she knew she wanted more.
She wanted to shove her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue deep into her friend and feel her orgasm, taste her cum.
Instead of doing that immediately she swirled her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue around the entrance, tasting the juices that were running and then, without thinking, almost instinctively she found Bābarah Åālamgīr’s clit and she let her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue play with it whipping it back and forth.
She was driving her friend nuts with the passion and then without warning or thought she drove her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s snatch.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah drove it in and lick around the inside as far as she could reach, all the time wishing she had a 6-inch tongue, “The better to eat you with my dear”.
The quote crossed her mind and she smiled just as Bābarah Åālamgīr exploded in orgasm.
Her thighs clamped onto Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s head and her hands grabbed her trying to push her deeper into her cunt, milking the most from the orgasm.
Now Nasīm Muåāwiyah received her reward as Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl cum began to roll out of her and into Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah realized what she was receiving and relished the thought of drinking Bābarah Åālamgīr’s cum, relished it so much she felt as though she were on the brink of her own orgasm.
As Bābarah Åālamgīr’s orgasm subsided she released Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s head from the death grip of her Musalmān legs and used her hands to draw her friend up to her awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face where she met her quivering crimson Musalmān lips with a long passionate kiss.
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s needs were sated but she knew her friend needed help now.
So as she kissed her she let her hand roam down over her back and across her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, lingering there to relish in the perfect curve of her friend’s bottom before continuing down between her Musalmān legs and stroking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stroked her fingers through her friend’s wetness and felt the silky smoothness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She wanted desperately to taste that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and get the chance at whatever of her Hindu father’s Hindu cum was still in there.
With that aim in mind, she rolled herself and her friend over so that she was on top and used the movement to shift so that she could have access to Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s breasts.
She lingered on them letting Nasīm Muåāwiyah build closer to her climax before she kissed her way down to the treasure between her friend’s legs.
She wasted no time but drove her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue directly into the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Dove it in as far as it would go in the hopes that some of the milky Hindu seed her Hindu father had put there was still present.
She licked and sucked and Nasīm Muåāwiyah was at a point that it took less than a minute before she exploded in orgasm bathing her friend’s face in cum.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was satisfied that she had gotten what she could and kissed her way back up her friend’s body until they lay together in an embrace, both enjoying the closeness and afterglow.
After a time Bābarah Åālamgīr broke the silence.
“That was a surprise. I didn’t think you would go that far with me since Daddy’s taking care of you, but I’m glad you did.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled alertly.
“Well, it wasn’t planned. I started just to tease you awake but then I got into it. I hope I did it right.”
“You did it perfect. Thanks, I have been so horny lately especially knowing that you and Daddy have been fucking. I get wet just thinking about that massive Uncut Hindu Cock of my Hindu father.”
“You better stop talking about it or I may just have to go upstairs and rape my Hindu father in his sleep.” Bābarah Åālamgīr groaned.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled,
“Sorry, but that may be one way to get Durgesh to let you into my bed.”
“I’ve considered it and may do that, but for now I didn’t want to get in your way.”
“Yeah, probably, but we won’t push for a couple of days yet. On the other hand if you let them have a try that will probably satisfy their curiosity.” Bābarah Åālamgīr decided.
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. But the whole reason I started to tease you was to wake you up and show you this.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah grabbed the newspaper and handed it to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Bābarah Åālamgīr scanned the headline then the article and she started to get excited.
“I never thought about coming here. But it does have certain advantages. Doesn’t it? If we both got hired, we could probably stay here. We have to go call and find out how to apply!”
“I already did.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah told her, “All we need to do is get a cover letter and a resume over to them and wait for an interview. Do you think your dad would let us use his computer?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed at her,
“Well he’s your boyfriend. You ask him.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah blushed at the jibe.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr continued,
“I know I would, but let’s not tell Durgesh yet. I’ll just ask if I can type a letter. He’s let me use it before, so I know it won’t be a problem.”
I woke from my nap.
I stretched and got up walking in to the living room, found Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar stretched out on the couches watching movies.
Both were still wearing only their panties and I smiled as I glanced at the table and picked up the newspaper.
I checked the paper.
The local section was missing.
Later when Nasīm Muåāwiyah and Bābarah Åālamgīr asked if they could use my computer to type a letter, I knew my ploy had worked.
Nobody felt like making a dinner or eating much so we all just sat around, talked, and made a few drinks, just enjoying each other’s company and conversation.
Later on we all got hungry and I offered to take them to one of my favorite watering holes for “barfood” and drinks.
We all agreed that onion rings, French fries, shrimp and all the other deep fried junk sounded good even though it was fattening so we piled into my car and headed down the road.
It was only a mile or so.
The place was a seafood restaurant in front but around back, there was an open-air bar under a roof and a long dock that extended out into the bay with another smaller bar on the water.
I took them all to the main bar and ordered drinks and a variety of junk food all around.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was by my side the whole time.
She did not seem to want to let me get too far.
I thought it was cute and typical of a young Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl to hang on her new beau.
She went so far as to sit on my lap at the bar.
I heard my name called from across the bar.
When I looked over groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked in unison and the other two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls also looked at me in question.
“Those four guys sitting there are all summer residents, all very wealthy and all obnoxious big mouths. I play golf with them occasionally but only when I am really free.” I answered.
“Are they any good, at golf I mean?” Nishāt Nazli asked.
“About the same as me. They usually shoot in the low 90s or high 80s. But they really are obnoxious.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“Just don’t introduce me as your daughter. Pretend I’m one of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. We’ll have some fun with them, won’t we Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls?”
All four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls smiled in a way that looked like sharks circling an injured whale.
One of the men was making his way across the bar to where I and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were sitting.
Once he arrived, Bābarah Åālamgīr decided her Hindu father was right, at least about this one, he was obnoxious.
I introduced him as Shekhar.
“Well Durgesh, are you raiding the jr. High classes again?”
“No just some friends who are visiting.” I answered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr cut in,
“We’re not in Jr. High. We’re all PhD already.”
Shekhar looked at the four of them a little suspiciously.
“Yeah, well. We were going to ask you if you were free to play a little golf tomorrow but it looks like you’ll be busy.”
“I thought it was going to rain tomorrow?” I asked.
“No they changed the forecast. The storm moved out to sea. It’ll just be partly cloudy and a bit cooler.” Shekhar answered.
“Oh I can we play golf. They taught us how at school. I can even hit the ball.” Zubaydah Bābar chirped.
Then all four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls chimed in about wanting to play.
“I bet we can even beat Shekhar and his friends.” Nishāt Nazli offered in her best little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice.
“Shekhar nearly spit his beer out when he heard that. “We play for $100 a hole, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. Do you have that much money?”
“Well no, but Durgesh does. He is a zillionaire.” Nishāt Nazli answered smiling.
Now I almost spit my drink out.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr poked me in the ribs and Nasīm Muåāwiyah leaned in as though nibbling on my ear and whimpered.
“Go for it we’ll kick their asses.”
I was a little hesitant about losing $1800 but sensed the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had something up their sleeve so I looked at Shekhar and said,
“Ok if we play tournament rules, you know, best ball. You need to give me some chance.”
Shekhar was smiling like a used car sales representative with a young kid on the lot. “Sure Durgesh, no problem. Tee off at 8:00 Ok.”
“Better make it 9:00 I need my rest and these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls usually keep me up.” I offered.
“I’ll bet” Shekhar mumbled as he made his way back to his friends.
Once he arrived and told them of the bet, they all began to laugh uproariously.
I looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr,
“I hope you have a plan. $1800 won’t kill me but it is not chump change either.”
She smiled an evil grin and answered, “Don’t worry daddy. I’ll explain once we leave.”
I sat for the next half hour and as our opponents left with verbal jibes and snickers, I began to get a thinking feeling.
Once we were around the corner, I looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She was still wearing her shark’s grin.
“Daddy, I would like to introduce you to 3 of the 4 first string members of this year’s state champion collegiate golf team. The one on your lap hasn’t shot over a 75 in the last 3 years and the other two always shoot less than 80.” Bābarah Åālamgīr announced.
“We didn’t need best ball to beat those jerks. But it was a nice touch.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah told me with a kiss.
I looked at them and started to smile.
“Have you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls ever heard the term “hustle”. I asked.
Zubaydah Bābar laughed at me.
“Where do you think we got our spending money while we were in Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad? You just follow our lead. The first three holes you do all the work, we’ll make sure none of us hits more than 40 yards at a time and forget straight. Then we’ll close in for the kill.”
I looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“Don’t tell me you were second string or something.”
“No Daddy.” She laughed, “I didn’t make the team I average 88.”
“Oh tomorrow is going to be so much fun.” I Chortled.
“Ok Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls. Training regime, one more drink then home to bed.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah announced.
I gladly drove them back that night chuckling all the way.
We talked for a bit before going to bed.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were all a bit annoyed at not having their own clubs but figured it would only cost them a few strokes each.
I assured them that the rentals at the club were first rate.
Maybe not equal to their custom sets but all would be top of the line.
We broke up and as we headed off to bed Zubaydah Bābar, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and Nishāt Nazli each admonished me to let Nasīm Muåāwiyah get her rest tonight, not to keep her up too late.
When I crawled into bed next to Nasīm Muåāwiyah, I was still laughing.
I was even laughing when she took me into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth and started to suck me down her Musalmān throat.
Then I forgot all about the golf match and only had thoughts for the lovely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl who had my Uncut Hindu Cock in her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
She gave me a long slow blowjob before she came up for air and climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I reveled in her silky wetness.
We both fell asleep contented.
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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
The entirely unashamed bravery
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“That’s Ok. I did not intend to go to sleep. I was going to come get you to put stuff on me but I figured I’d let you get your work done first, especially since I interrupted you yesterday.”
I smiled at her.
“Thanks. I was able to finish it up. Now I don’t have anything to do till October or whenever. How’s the sunburn.”
“Well, it’s not as bad and actually I could probably get by but if you would put the stuff on me again I’d be more comfortable.”
“I’d be happy to. By tonight, we will have to use the other stuff so you don’t feel so bad. But at least the painful part will be over. Come on either on the bed or on the floor. I can’t get all of you on the couch.” I told her.
“On the bed would be better if it’s Ok with you.” she answered as she got up and headed to my bedroom.
I followed her and as I walked through the door I paused, she was already laying on my king sized bed, on her back with her head propped on one hand, waiting for me.
“Ok on your belly.” I ordered as I picked up the jar of suave.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah promptly rolled over and prepared for me.
Once again, I started on her shoulders and worked my way down her back.
But this time I went around her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, just barely doing the sides of each cheek, before I headed down her legs and did the outsides and backs of her legs.
It wasn’t until I had finished with those areas that I started on her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and insides of her thighs.
My change in routine was intentional.
I had made up my mind that I was going to give this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl the chance at what I thought she wanted.
I was going to make this a very sexually stimulating application.
So when I started to work it into her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass I made sure to spend a little extra time rubbing it into the crack of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and down over her sensitive rosebud.
More importantly, I was not going to shy away from touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot today.
I was not going to attack her or even be overt I was just going to make her feel good and let her know that I might be interested.
I started my seduction by doing the sides and tops of her buttocks and down to the inside of her thighs.
By the time that was done, I had already brushed against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips 4 or 5 times and she was already wet.
Then as I began to run my fingers down the crack of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, Nasīm Muåāwiyah moaned and when I reached, her extremely beautiful Musalmān asshole and my fingers gently slid over it she moaned again and raised her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into the air.
Then my fingers were on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and I let them slide a little further before drawing them back again.
“Ok rollover.” I told her in a quiet voice.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah turned immediately and stared into my eyes.
I could see the desire there as I went over her shoulders and around each breast, leaving the breast itself for later.
Then down across her belly and over each leg.
This time as I came back up the inside of her thighs I paused at the top and allowed my finger to rest on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips and linger there before drawing it up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and through her slit to the top.
Once I had this done, I stopped and asked her.
“How are your breasts? Do they hurt or do you want more on the inside of your thighs?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me through half closed eyes and whimpered in a breathy voice.
“My thighs, more. Please!”
I returned my attention to the inside of her thighs.
I did not bother putting more suave on my hand because the kind of burn she was experiencing could not be helped with sunburn suave.
I rubbed the inside of her thighs and with each stroke allowed myself to touch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot just a little, and with each touch she opened her legs a little farther until the teasing got to be too much and again she grabbed my hand and jammed it against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
But this time instead of lying back on the bed she sat up and grabbed my head with her free hand.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah pulled my lips to hers.
We locked into a long and passionate kiss.
But before it got beyond the point of no return, I broke it.
I leaned back and looked into her eyes.
“You know what you are offering me you can only give once. I will gladly accept the gift but only if you give it to me because you want to and not because you’re horny.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled back at me.
“I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday and it is because I want to. Since the first time you touched me, I’ve wanted to. No strings, no promises, just be gentle and help me enjoy it. After that, we will see if we both want to do it again or not, with no hard feelings.”
Then she leaned forward to give me a gentle and tender kiss before she let her tongue slide into my waiting Hindu mouth.
I accepted the kiss and as her tongue danced with mine, I began moving my hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and when she felt me moving she released my hand and moved hers over to slide underneath my shirt and push it up.
I leaned back and allowed her to remove it.
Then before I could lean into her, again she began to tug at the waistband of my shorts.
I smiled at her and leaned in for another kiss as I raised myself off the bed to allow her to remove my pants and free my Uncut Hindu member.
As I kissed her, I gently eased her back to the bed and laid her down.
She lay before me naked and willing as our tongues danced in our mouths.
I let my hand slide on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Finally, I stopped there and allowed one finger to slide into her and begin to work back and forth.
I moved my oral attentions downward to her Musalmān tits.
Kissing first one, then the other nipple between my thumb and pointing finger, allowing my tongue to flick over them and tease.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah pushed herself toward my hand.
I continued to kiss my way down her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body over her stomach and lingering on her belly button before reaching her pubic mound.
Once there, I kissed her smooth hairless mound and let my lips slide down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit and work its way slowly down until I found her pleasure button.
My lips slid over her love button back and forth.
Each touch of my lips elicited a gasp of pleasure from her as she waited for the next sensation to rock her.
Now I wanted her, wanted to taste her full nectar on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I held her like this as I kissed her, occasionally stopping to grasp her ravenous Musalmān clit between my lips and applying pressure.
I felt her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body tense and her legs clamp down on my waist.
I knew she would have an orgasm.
I was rewarded by a gush of sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl cum as it flowed onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I held her there and let her rest with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, letting her come down and catch her breath.
I slowly released her legs and let my hands wander up to pull on her nipples while I prepared her for another extreme Hindu assault.
I loved to kiss Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
It was, to me, second only to fucking.
Always keeping her riding the edge.
My eyes glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized I had already spent over 20 minutes penising this Musalmān beauty and with my Uncut Hindu Cock pounding in anticipation.
I decided that it was enough and dove onto her ravenous Musalmān clit to bring her to orgasm again before moving on.
I was almost instantly rewarded by another gush of cum flowing onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and down over my thighs.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay in my bed panting in a glassy eyed stare as I moved back up her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body tenderly kissing her various parts as I moved up to place my lips on hers.
“Having fun so far?” I playfully asked her.
“Oh hell yes, but I want this sixty two years old most experienced Uncut Hindu Lund keeping inside my twenty two years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, till I exist.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah winked at me.
“Patience. Anticipation helps the pleasure.” I answered her as my Uncut Hindu Lund danced in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, occasionally sliding out to circle her clit.
I resisted and continued to play with her and nibble on her Musalmān tits.
I finally relented and slid over between her legs again.
Once again, I picked her legs up and brought them onto my shoulders as I kneeled to her Pakistani Musalmān pleasure box and I inched my way forward until the mushroom head was nestled between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān labial lips and poised to enter where no man had been before.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to see, to watch me enter her so she propped herself on her elbows and watched as I slowly slid forward.
I stopped and it was a good thing because all of the blood had rushed from her head and she was dizzy.
I paused until she opened her eyes again and I pushed in a little farther, just an inch or so.
Then I paused again to let her acclimate to my being there.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stared in amazement at my incredible self-control.
She already felt stuffed as much as she thought possible.
I still had a lot of my Hindu monster to get into her.
Then I pushed a little again.
Another inch disappeared and Nasīm Muåāwiyah felt me against her hymen.
I stopped there letting the pressure build and letting her stretch.
Then I backed off a bit and slid forward and then again back and forth in little strokes.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah thought she would faint from the exquisite pleasure as I gently fucked her with tiny strokes.
Then I stopped.
“If I push any more I’ll tear through and it will hurt a bit.” I told her.
The concern in my voice was evident and Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me.
“Go ahead. But can you get that whole great Hindu thing inside me?” She asked in wonder.
I chuckled at her,
“It’s not that big! If it all won’t fit then at least most of it will. But this will hurt. Once I break through, I will stop and let you recover for a minute. Just let me know when you are ready for me to start again.”
With that pronouncement, I drove forward with all the power in my Hindu thighs.
I broke through and her eyes widened at the surprise and the pain.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah hissed out her breath and felt her whole body tense.
Then as the pain subsided, Nasīm Muåāwiyah began to relax.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay there with me buried to the hilt inside her and marveled at the feeling.
She was kissing me madly, gratefully, immensely indebted to me.
In one way, she felt as though she were going to be split apart, torn in two.
Yet it was a wonderful gratifying feeling and she felt warm tingles spread through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
She closed her eyes and let the sensation rush over her.
Then she opened her eyes and smiled up at her new Hindu lover’s face.
The one who no matter what else she knew she would always remember.
“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah told me and the look of concern on my face melted into a smile.
“Now fuck me Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Please fuck me. It feels so good having you inside me.”
I smiled at her desire so wantonly expressed and began to pump slowly into her.
Drawing myself back until I almost came out, then sliding back up her tight Musalmān canal.
It had been no long since I had had a virgin.
I was fucking now so many Musalmān virgins almost daily.
They were compelling me to have them.
I could never forget how special a new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot felt around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
How it grasped and molded around my Uncut Hindu Cock and how the velvet wetness felt on a first timer.
I watched her as I pumped into her and as Nasīm Muåāwiyah thrashed on the bed.
Casting her arms first to one side, then the other, and at the same time humping herself down onto me even more.
It seemed like only seconds but actually was about 3 minutes and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot tighten around my Uncut Hindu Cock and begin to milk me as a flow of warm cum came out of her and down my balls.
I smiled as I watched the shudders of her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body during her orgasm.
Then I began to pump on her again harder this time and her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body reacted by bringing her legs up behind my back and trying to get more of me into her.
I started to pump even faster feeling my own orgasm nearing, feeling my Hindu balls tighten and the rush of the unstoppable freight train carrying its load of my Hindu seed rush down my Uncut Hindu Cock and explode out and splatter the walls of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb.
She felt me increase my pace and wanted to draw me closer, pull me all the way inside.
It felt so good.
Then she could feel something that before she thought was impossible.
The sensation of all that hot Hindu cum inside her, pooling in her Musalmān womb, all those Hindu sperm looking for her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān eggs, it sent her over the edge and Nasīm Muåāwiyah had the next orgasm again.
Harder than before, the tidal wave rushed over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and she surrendered to it as the muscles shuddered and twitched totally out of her control.
Then she felt me lie down on her, take her in an embrace and pull her close.
The warmth washed over her again and Nasīm Muåāwiyah realized that she never felt this safe, this warm and this loved in her entire life.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted it to continue forever and I cuddled up to her filling every void between them with my Hindu flesh.
It all seemed like a dream as Nasīm Muåāwiyah drifted into that special place lovers go, when we allow ourselves to, after we have shared our bodies.***
Nishāt Nazli had run out of sun block and ran back to the house to get the spare tube.
Zubaydah Bābar and Bābarah Åālamgīr were in the water and she did not bother telling them she was running back.
It was only a hundred yards or so and it would only take a minute.
They had already been at the beach over an hour, nearly two and she did not want to end up looking like Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“But on the other hand,” she mused. “Having Bābarah Åālamgīr’s dad giving me naked rubdowns was not an unpleasant prospect either.”
She came in the front door and took a step toward her room when she heard a noise upstairs.
It almost sounded like someone was in pain.
So it was with concern for Nasīm Muåāwiyah that she turned and went upstairs instead.
As she topped the steps she looked around and didn’t see anyone and was about to call out when she heard it again.
It was coming from my room.
Being the nosey little bitch, Nishāt Nazli always admitted she was, she crept toward the door and noticed that it was partway open.
Nishāt Nazli peered around through the open door and covered her mouth to stifle the gasp.
Nishāt Nazli knew they were all teasing me, sexually.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had seemed to be interested in me this morning but she figured Nasīm Muåāwiyah, the virgin among them, was just teasing them back.
But it looked like Nasīm Muåāwiyah hadn’t been teasing.
She was serious.
More serious than Nishāt Nazli thought even.
I was on my knees pounding my massive Uncut Hindu Lund into Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was transfixed by the sight, but especially by the size of my Hindu member I was ramming into her friend.
Like Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nishāt Nazli had had more than a few boyfriends and Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends in her time.
But the Uncut Hindu Lund that was spearing Nasīm Muåāwiyah was one of the largest and strongest even, Nishāt Nazli had ever seen.
As she watched, she decided it was the biggest.
It had belonged to a Hindu at school that most of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had tried because it was rumored to be huge.
She really did not count me because I was just a freak of nature anyway.
It was difficult to gauge the size from her vantage point but I definitely was well hung!
“I wonder if Bābarah Åālamgīr knows how well hung her Hindu old man is.” Nishāt Nazli mused to herself as she watched her friend’s Hindu father pound into a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl who was a friend of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“Oh shit,” Nishāt Nazli finally thought, “I hope Bābarah Åālamgīr is not going to get upset about this.”
Nishāt Nazli started backing away and quietly went down the steps, grabbed her sun block and left as quickly and quietly as she could.
When she got back to their blanket at the beach, Nishāt Nazli sat there not knowing what to do.
Should she tell Bābarah Åālamgīr what she saw or keep her mouth shut?
Of course, one of the side effects of being “a noisy little bitch” was that she just had to tell others what she uncovered so when Zubaydah Bābar and Bābarah Åālamgīr joined her they knew something was up.
Nishāt Nazli was acting weird and her friends knew her well enough to be certain that she was keeping a secret and having a hard time of it so they did what all young Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls do in a similar situation.
They pumped her, wheedled, and begged until Nishāt Nazli spilled the beans.
“I don’t know if I should tell or not. It’s kind of personal and I don’t want anybody to get upset with anybody else.”
“Come on spill!” Bābarah Åālamgīr demanded.
“Well while you Musalmān girls were in the water I went to put sun block on and I was out so I went back to the house to get my spare tube. Well When I got there, I heard something. So I went to check it out and … Bābarah Åālamgīr, you have to promise you won’t get mad.”
“Why would I get mad? What did you see?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“You have to promise! Please.” Nishāt Nazli begged.
Reluctantly Bābarah Åālamgīr agreed having absolutely no idea, what Nishāt Nazli could possibly have to tell her that might get her so upset.
Nishāt Nazli accepted her promise and hesitantly continued.
“Well, like I said I heard something. I thought Nasīm Muåāwiyah was in pain again so I went upstairs, your dad’s door was sort of open, and I saw… I saw him, them, uh. I saw Durgesh fucking Nasīm Muåāwiyah.”***
Bābarah Åālamgīr stared at her wide-eyed and Nishāt Nazli was afraid of how she was going to react.
Nishāt Nazli did not want to hurt her friends and she did not want their vacation to become a battleground.
She should not have worried because Bābarah Åālamgīr’s reaction was the last thing she expected.
After a few seconds, it took the news to sink in; Bābarah Åālamgīr jumped up, extended her arms into the air and began dancing around screaming
“Yes. Yes. Nasīm Muåāwiyah did it. Yes.”
To say her reaction left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar dumbfounded would be an understatement.
They stared at her open mouthed, as Bābarah Åālamgīr danced around the blanket like a football player who just scored the winning touchdown at the superbowl.
Neither Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl could believe Bābarah Åālamgīr’s reaction.
Both immediately put themselves in her shoes and realized that if we had found out our father was banging one of their friends we would be upset, hurt, angry and a host of other negative things.
Neither could imagine themselves dancing a victory dance on the beach.
Finally, after doing three laps around the blanket Bābarah Åālamgīr dropped back down to look at her friends.
“You Musalmān girls don’t understand.” Bābarah Åālamgīr was finally able to get out. “Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked me last night if it would be Ok. I thought about it and figured why not. He’s not living in Live in relationship to my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, anymore, hasn’t been for 4 years, and I know Durgesh isn’t living the life of a monk. I’ve talked to some of the single beautiful Musalmān women here in the off-season. He’s probably slept with most of them from what I can figure out. So since Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to give Durgesh her most sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān cherry I figured at least she’d have somebody who will be nice to her. She tried last night but Durgesh wouldn’t. Durgesh was afraid I’d get mad. So this morning I told Durgesh it was Ok. I figured it would take her at least another day or two to wear me down, but apparently my Hindu old man is a lot more randy than I thought.”
“You mean you knew and you’re Ok with it?” Zubaydah Bābar asked in wonder.
“Of course. But tell me Nishāt Nazli, was Nasīm Muåāwiyah enjoying it? I mean could you tell?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Well she seemed to be and I don’t know how she couldn’t with the equipment he’s got.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
“What do you mean?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked puzzled.
Now Nishāt Nazli was embarrassed, she had let that slip.
How do you tell your friend that her dad has one of the biggest Uncut Hindu Cocks you’ve ever seen?
“Well I wasn’t going to say anything but do you have any idea how big your Hindu old man is?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at her and just shook her head.
The image that flashed through her mind was her Hindu father naked with an Uncut Hindu Cock the size of the basketball player’s that Nishāt Nazli had thought about earlier.
“Well I will tell you it’s bigger than that ball player’s too, we have all seen. It is very very respectable.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar’s curiosity was piqued.
“How big is it?” She asked.
All of them were twenty eight, highly educated, PhDs, ultra modern young Musalmān ladies.
In their eyes, it was not any sin to discuss and enjoy the matter.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated.
“It was a little hard to tell exactly, from where I was but if I had to guess I’d say about…” and she held her hands up a little less than a foot apart. “and as far as thick goes, well this morning Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she couldn’t get her fingers to touch and I don’t think she was exaggerating.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr sat there transfixed by the thought of her Hindu father’s Uncut Hindu Cock being a lot bigger than normal and she realized she was getting wet having this conversation.
Just about then, Zubaydah Bābar made a comment that broke her concentration.
“Hell, if I had known all this I would have jumped my bones myself. How about it, Bābarah Åālamgīr? Would you mind if we all have a go at Durgesh. I mean discreetly of course. Not in the middle of the floor or anything. Let all of us enjoy, yaar, what Nasīm Muåāwiyah is enjoying boldly and bravely.”
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr realized that Zubaydah Bābar’s question had gotten her really wet with the image that flashed through her mind of all of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān friends standing in line to screw her Hindu father on the living room floor and her watching and handing out tickets.
She started to giggle again before answering,
“I guess I don’t mind. But you have to get past Nasīm Muåāwiyah. I mean it’s only fair she laid claim to me first. You know, “Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Rules“. Maybe I should sell tickets.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “So Nishāt Nazli, give us all the glory details, like what position were they in and all.”
All the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls sat on the blanket while Nishāt Nazli described in intimate detail what she had witnessed.
The more she talked the wetter Bābarah Åālamgīr found herself getting until she had to talk the other two into going into the water.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was afraid they’d see her juices running down her leg.
I and Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay in the bed, holding each other close, gently kissing, and touching each other.
Nude Nasīm Muåāwiyah was still under me.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah broke the quiet.
“Thank you. That was better than I ever imagined it could be. I never thought it would be so good. I’m glad I waited until I found somebody special.”
I just kissed her crimson still quivering lips.
“You’re most welcome and thank you for giving me your gift. It was very special. I’m glad you enjoyed it, I tried to make sure you would.”
“Can we do this again? I mean would you consider making love to me again?”
“I’d be very happy to. But I’m afraid you are not all alone. I’ve to fuck countless Musalmān Beauties too, like you. Moreover, even I need time to recharge.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
“Ok. I mean I would not complain about doing it again right away but I can wait.”
We lay in the bed a while cuddling before we both decided we were hungry and got up to make some lunch.
As we got out of bed, I reached for my shorts but Nasīm Muåāwiyah grabbed them and ran from the room.
She called to me from the next room.
I thought about just getting another pair from the drawer but decided to play the game with her and I walked out into the living room as naked as Nasīm Muåāwiyah was.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stood on the other side of the room.
“Hmm, I think I like you walking around naked. I like the view. It’s pretty impressive. Looks as good as it feels inside of me too. Maybe I should just keep these until you fulfill your promise and bed me again.”
I smiled at her
“If m’lady prefers me naked then naked I shall stay.” I said with a fake English accent and a small bow before I moved to the kitchen to make some sandwiches.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah moved up behind me while I was at the counter and wrapped her arms around me.
“Yes, I definitely prefer you this way.” As she took my Hindu manhood in her hand. “Hmmm, look at that it may not be so long a wait after all,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah commented as she felt me start to stiffen under her touch.
“I guess your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān youth and vigor are rubbing off on me.” I said as if even I was surprised at how quickly I was recovering. “Let’s have lunch and then see what arises.” I offered with a sly smile.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled at my joke and helped me make a light lunch.
After we ate, the pair cuddled on the couch and put an old movie on the TV.
Neither expected to watch the entire thing but it was a comfortable thing to do and neither was in a huge hurry to jump back in the sack.
We both wanted to take our time and enjoy.
As it turned out Nasīm Muåāwiyah became impatient first and started fondling my Hindu manhood shortly after the show started.
It took no time at all for me to reach my full size and she slowly ran her small hand up and down my massive Hindu rod wondering how she had ever fit the whole thing inside her. ”
Must be more room in there than I thought.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah said to herself.
She spent some time trying to estimate my size, she knew that and average man was right around 6 inches, at least according to the experts, that is the medical experts.
Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls talk at the dorm had placed it more around 5.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to feel me hit the back of her Musalmān throat and she also wanted to see if she could fit my Hindu girth into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth in the first place.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah bent down and first placed a kiss on the head and then a second.
Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened her immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth and took the very marvelous Hindu tip into her tremendously attractive Immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth , not the whole head just the tip.
I groaned in appreciation.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah could still taste herself on me and that thought turned her on more as she used her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue to lick the sides and around the head.
Finally Nasīm Muåāwiyah took my head into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth and started the gentle sucking pressure she knew I liked.
Again, I groaned and Nasīm Muåāwiyah continued slowly to feed herself my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking a bit more each time until she felt me hit her Musalmān throat and I gag reflex started.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah could smell the musky scent of herself on me.
It was intoxicating.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah began to work me in and out of her Musalmān throat.
Making love to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had never been a real fan of Uncut Hindu Cocksucking.
She had done it to keep her Hindu boyfriends happy because she would not fuck them.
With the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls at school, in the dorm Nasīm Muåāwiyah had practiced with bananas to learn to deep throat a boy, so she was good at it but never really looked forward to doing it, that is, until today.
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah forced me to fuck her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth she realized that this time it was different.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was enjoying it.
She wanted it to last.
The taste and the texture of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth, coupled with the musky smell of her own cum on my Hindu balls, groin brought her own excitement to the front, and Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund forever.
She wanted to worship my Hindu phallus.
So Nasīm Muåāwiyah took her time and kept at it for a while, all the time aware of keeping me from going too far and cumming.
She was tempted to have me blast into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth , she actually wanted to taste my Hindu seed but she also knew that that would mean it would be even longer till she felt me in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot again and she really did want that and soon.
‘Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s good at that.’ I thought to myself as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her Musalmān throat.
I was sitting on the couch and she was on her belly with her head in my lap taking my full Hindu length down her Musalmān throat.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah seemed to be enjoying herself and I knew I was, but I was ready to fuck her again, more than ready.
I stretched my arm out and ran my hand down her back as Nasīm Muåāwiyah sucked me.
I let my hand reach the bottom of her butt.
I cupped her in my hand and let my finger slide to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I found she was dripping wet.
She was really turned on by this.
I pushed my middle finger against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and slid it inside her and she moaned around my meat and let her legs spread apart as I finger fucked her, occasionally letting it slide out and circle her clit.
The third time I drew my finger out and tickled her ravenous Musalmān clit she started to spasm in orgasm and pulled her head off my Uncut Hindu Lund to breathe.
She let at a small scream as the sexual high washed over her.
She clawed at me pulling me down to her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face to kiss me as her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook.
Our lips met and Nasīm Muåāwiyah shoved her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue deep into my mouth and kissed me passionately.
As she broke from the kiss she begged me,
I leaned back to her and kissed her gently before stretching myself out on the couch and pulling her on top of me.
Even as inexperienced, as she was she knew what position to take.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah straddled me and grasped my Uncut Hindu member to guide it into herself.
The look of relief on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, as I slid inside her told me how badly Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted me.
Then as she sat down and jammed my full Hindu length home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah started to pump on me.
I grabbed her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips to stop her.
“Slowly, take your time.” I said as I directed her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips to grind into me and move back and forth instead of the pumping motion she had started.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah immediately found my method more satisfying to the itch between her Musalmān legs as her ravenous Musalmān clit was stimulated by the contact with my Hindu groin and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah rocked back and forth on me and shortly decided she liked this position as I tweaked her nipples with my fingers.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah felt more in control more dominate in this position, besides I went deeper this way and the stimulation to her ravenous Musalmān clit was greater.
As these thoughts ran through her head, Nasīm Muåāwiyah closed her eyes to let another orgasm shudder through her.
When Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened her eyes, she froze for a second.
She was faced by her three twenty eight years old, young, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān friends watching her fucking me herself, watching her ride My Uncut Hindu Lund, and watching her orgasm.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah only froze for a second before my grip on her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips tightened and she started her motion again, now more boldly, winking at them quite triumphantly, instead of being ashamed of what she was doing.
The three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had entered the house quietly and moved up the stairs.
They were hoping to surprise Nasīm Muåāwiyah and me probably in bed.
When they found us in the middle of fucking on the couch, it was more than they had expected.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes closed and did not see them immediately and I was lying on the couch looking directly away from them.
Besides, my attention was focused on the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman I was fucking.
The arm of the couch blocked my view behind even if I did turn.
Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar went to get closer to interrupt us, but Bābarah Åālamgīr held them back and signaled them just to stand there.
They watched as Nasīm Muåāwiyah finished her orgasm and continued to ride me.
Then as she opened her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and saw them watching, her shock was momentary and she immediately continued her ravenous carnal Musalmān activities.
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
“I don’t think it’s sick. I think it’s beautiful that you love your Hindu father enough to want to share yourself with him. I realize most people think it’s weird but I’m not one of them. Like I said if you don’t want me to, I won’t have Durgesh. If you want Durgesh for yourself, that’s Ok.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr hesitated.
“Do you think you can get Durgesh to do you? I mean he’s pretty open but a little old fashioned at times, especially when I’m around, or other twenty eights.”
“Well, I don’t think it would be easy, especially the way Durgesh was acting when he was putting the stuff on me. All alert and proper and all, but I think I could do it. You know get me interested. But you’re right if I thought you’d be upset I wouldn’t even consider it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her friend.
“Go for it Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl, and good luck.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kissed her,
“Thanks. And if it works out maybe we can share Durgesh.”
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slut. First you want to fuck Durgesh then you want me to join in a three way.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Maybe, but for now, if I stay here talking to you I’m going to get all horny again and your sunburn is too bad to help with that. So I better get to my own bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr crawled out of bed and gave her friend another long kiss before gathering up her clothes and returning to her own room.
She lay in bed a long time thinking about Nasīm Muåāwiyah and making love to her and then thinking about her Hindu father and how it might feel to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot or in her mouth and how good my Hindu cum would taste.
The same cum which made her Ammī cheating her Abbū.
She had to play with her ravenous Musalmān clit and get off before she could even begin to relax enough to think of sleep.
Then once asleep, she dreamt of me, fucking her, in all possible and impossible positions, everywhere, in public too, openly.
How rotten Bābarah Åālamgīr was.
I was getting ready for bed and decided to check my e-mail before going to sleep.
Usually I wore nothing to bed but with 4 Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls in the house, I had started wearing sweat shorts to bed, just in case.
So I padded down the stairs and as I got to the second floor, I heard a noise and noticed that Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s light was still on.
I was concerned for her.
Therefore, I turned and went toward her room.
I turned at the doorway and it was open.
I raised my hand to knock and stopped frozen.
As I looked in, I could see Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s sunburned body lying on the bed but on top of her, at right angles was another female, kneeling over her, and bent at the waist.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pointing directly at me and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot had a finger in it.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was fingering one of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
Then the long red hair hit my awareness.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was having lesbian sex with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr!
I took a step back into the darkened hallway, then another.
I knew I should turn and go but I was mesmerized by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s perfect Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot being finger fucked by the beautiful little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl in the bed.
I watched the entire tableau unfold and watched as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, came on the hand in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Watched as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice ran down the arm then as they lay down together and started to talk.
I heard the whole conversation.
Heard how Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr again and how Bābarah Åālamgīr did also.
While I had gotten a hardon immediately on seeing the panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, the revelation that Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, found me hot and wanted to bed me nearly made me cum in my pants.
How I managed to control myself, only Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā and I knew.
Then I heard Bābarah Åālamgīr agree to it and give her blessing.
This was too much.
Fuck the e-mail, I needed a strong amount of juice.
I retreated back upstairs and retrieved myself a water glass.
I filled it with juice.
I drank it down quick, trying to calm my nerves.
Then I went to bed to let it work its magic and calm me down.
I lay in bed waiting.
Memories of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot kept floating in my mind.
“She is not supposed to think like that. you pervert Musalmān girl. You want to fuck Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Ok go ahead, or Nishāt Nazli or Zubaydah Bābar Ok, be a cradle robber but your Live in relationship Partner’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. That is a no no!!” I chastised myself.
With those thoughts running through my head, I dropped off into sleep.
Later that night or actually early the next morning I was awaked to a whimpering and somebody shaking me.
I was still suffering the partial effects of the sexy thoughts as well as being woken from a dead sleep.
“Durgesh, help me. It hurts again, please.”
I became conscious enough to recognize Nasīm Muåāwiyah standing over my bed, holding the jar of suave.
“Ok lay down here let me put it on you.”
She crawled onto the other side of my bed and laid her extremely beautiful naked Musalmān body on my sheets.
I began to apply the suave to her as I had done before.
By the time I got to her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, I was awake enough to remember the sight and the conversation I had overheard earlier.
But realizing I was still a little abnormal, I was not sure if it was an obsession induced dream or reality induced.
So I carefully applied the ointment and enjoyed touching this young Musalmān body in my bed.
Well, if it was reality, I could deal with bedding this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty but if it was a dream I was not going to fuck up my relationship with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Before long, I had finished her back and she rolled over already purring thanks and how much better she felt.
I went to work on her front and this time I spent more time on her breast than I really had to but I was enjoying it and so was she.
She was sighing and purring how nice it felt.
Then as I moved lower and did her stomach and legs, I noticed she had her legs spread farther than she had before.
I had a wonderful view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
A very tempting view.
Then I returned to do the crease in her legs, as I did the first side she reacted by slightly humping forward toward my hand.
I hesitated but went to do the other side and this time as my hand passed near her sex she reached out like lightening, grasped my hand and pulled it into herself as she orgasamed.
She held my hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and tried to hump against it.
I was cautious.
Not sure what to do.
Yes, I would like to fuck her and my Hindu hardon proved it but I wanted to be sure, before I took this risk.
So I held still and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
I had to say something.
“I was sleeping and am still a little asleep. I need time. I want to be sure. Please not tonight.”
She looked up at me and smiled.
She knew she had me but if she really wanted it she should wait so all she said was,
“Ok, but can I stay with you tonight. Please!”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr…Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr ?” I asked.
“She won’t mind. Besides, I just came here to get ointment and fell asleep. No hanky panky. Just fell asleep.”
I relented and lay back down next to her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah slid over to be close to me before we both drifted off to sleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr woke early the next morning feeling good.
She got out of bed and headed into the bathroom as she passed Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s room she noticed her friend was not in bed.
“Well, either she went after daddy last night or she’s up early, ” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself.
After she finished her morning pee, she returned to her room and slipped on a pair of panties.
Then she reached for a shirt and stopped.
“No, if I’m going to work on daddy too, then I may as well start today.”
For a minute, she thought about taking the panties back off but then figured that may be a little much for the first time.
So it was in just her sheer panties that she climbed the steps to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
A quick glance in the kitchen said,
“No coffee made, means Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s with daddy.”
Not being able to resist, Bābarah Åālamgīr went and peeked in my room.
Sure enough, there was her friend, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, naked in her Hindu father’s bed, spooned up against me.
And the surprise she had was her hand lying over my side and buried down the front of my pants, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund greedily in her palm.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smirked at the sight.
She retreated to the kitchen to make coffee for everybody.
I woke to the pleasant smell of fresh coffee.
Was it not?
Then the events of the night before, crashed in on me.
I controlled myself and tried to remember.
“Did I fuck this Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl and was it Nasīm Muåāwiyah holding my Uncut Hindu Lund or Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr herself?”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr?” The cobwebs cleared and things fell into place.
Relief flooded me as I freed myself from my sleeping would be lover and slipped out of bed.
I quietly pulled on a T-shirt and moved out to the kitchen for some coffee.
As I got there, I saw Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, standing there leaning against the counter with coffee in her hand an appreciative smirk on her face and her tits bare to anybody in sight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Bābarah Åālamgīr, put some clothes on. You’re not supposed to be running around like that in front of me.”
She smirked even harder at me and said,
“Why not, you’ve seen them before and they are not much bigger now then they were then. Oh, and did you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah have fun last night? Cradle robber, seducing your daughter’s friends. You ought to be ashamed of it.”
“Hey, What are you talking about? Nasīm Muåāwiyah…Nasīm Muåāwiyah came in and woke me last night for the suave and… and fell asleep. That’s all. Nothing happened.”
She set her coffee cup down and turned to make mine for me.
She walked over and handed it to me.
“That’s Ok daddy. If you want to fuck my young Musalmān friends and we all think you’re the hottest Hindu on the globe, so we probably all the young Musalmān Beauties want to fuck you too ourselves. It’s ok with me.”
That said, she put her arms around me, gave me a hug and said,
“It’s Ok I agree with them, you are the utmost hottie.”
Stunned at her audacity, before I could react, she released me.
“I’m going to get a shower. When I’m done I’ll make you breakfast and we can talk about making Nasīm Muåāwiyah my new Ammī.” She smiled over her shoulder at me as she went down the stairs.
I smiled to myself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr said they all wanted to fuck me.
It meant not only Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to be her Ammī, they all of them wanted to be so too.
Even Bābarah Åālamgīr herself wanted to be her own new Ammī?
Well, that’s what Bābarah Åālamgīr said.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, seemed bent on seducing me.
The thought ran through my head as I stood in the kitchen holding my coffee cup.
Then I groaned as I realized my Uncut Hindu Lund was as hard as it had ever been.
The thought of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nearly naked perfect young Musalmān body and her tongue in my mouth had gotten me excited.
This was not supposed to happen.
This was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Yet Bābarah Åālamgīr herself had already started it now by kissing me and pushing her tongue in my mouth in a passionate French kiss.
I needed to think, to figure this out.
I headed for the deck.
It was always peaceful in the morning and I often sat there to work out problems that clients and my Musalmān Beauties brought to me.
I took my coffee cup and moved out into the early morning sunshine.
It was already warm out but the breeze coming off the ocean was pleasant.
I had a place where I would sit and think.
It was the far corner of the deck, hidden from everything else.
I had long ago set a table and chair there.
I moved to it now and sat down with my coffee.
I sat there, at first drinking in the warm sunshine and letting the coffee work.
Then my thoughts began to form.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s coming to me in the middle of the night had not been a total surprise.
I had overheard her and Bābarah Åālamgīr talking and I, at least intellectually knew that she wanted to get into my bed.
But emotionally I was not prepared for an aggressive and beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman to try and jump my bones.
That was fairly easy to deal with.
Yes, I could handle that.
Especially since Bābarah Åālamgīr did not seem to mind at all.
She had given her approval to Nasīm Muåāwiyah last night.
But before I let the little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl have her way with me I wanted to find out what she was going to expect.
Was it a roll in the hay, some recreational sex? Or was she going to place emotional baggage on top of the act.
If she was, then I was going to have to go very slowly and make sure that I was willing to accept a new relationship more.
I had spent the last four years avoiding entanglements.
Short affairs only, no time to get serious.
There were enough local Musalmān women who got them knocked up, over the summer.
And then spent most of the rest of their lives looking for someone to take care of them.
Not that I would have minded in a couple of cases, but at my age I really did not want to take on the responsibility of raising kids again.
I did my time and yes it turned out well and I love Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, but I have no intention of going to PhD exercises in a wheelchair and turning up my hearing aid to hear the address.
But then there was Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, apparently wanted to have sex with me too.
I had to admit to myself that I found the idea exciting.
I got hard as a rock at the thought of her luscious Musalmān titties.
The way she had stood there in the kitchen damn near naked.
Hell, even her panties were so sheer that I could see the thin red strip of pubic hair she kept when she shaved herself.
She was a young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and I had always had a thing for redheads.
Her Ammī had been a blonde.
Yet Bābarah Åālamgīr had red hair.
About the only thing I could think of, besides just chastising her about it, was to ignore it and let her work past it.
I knew she had always been fickle with boys.
A month or two with this one, then move to another.
Where her Ammī had been emotionally needy, clinging to a relationship just because it was there, she had grown up to be indecisive instead.
Strong and independent, not really needing someone to be happy but apparently enjoying the contact.
Well, it seemed like that was the best way to handle it, just ignore her advances and let her know I loved her.
After all, it was only two weeks.
Then she would be going back to her Ammī’s until she found a job.
My coffee finished and my thoughts cleared up, plans laid I moved back to the kitchen and poured another cup to take into the bathroom with me where I would shower, shave and prepare for the day.
Once in the bathroom, I did something, I never did.
I locked the door.
Living alone all this time, I rarely even closed the bathroom door but today I deliberately locked it.
I just didn’t want any surprises.
I wanted to have some control of the situation the when and where.
I could just imagine Nasīm Muåāwiyah or worse yet Bābarah Åālamgīr, walking in and joining me in the shower.
Not that that would be a bad thing, at least in Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s case but I wanted to define the relationship first, not just have it thrust on me.
I finished my morning ablutions in peace and pulled my shorts on to return to enter the bedroom.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had gotten up and she was not in the room.
I could hear the chatter of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls out in the kitchen.
I pulled on a clean pair of shorts and T Shirt and went to join them.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had woken to find herself alone in the bed.
She could hear the shower running and decided to surprise me and join me.
But as she moved to the door, she found it locked.
“Damn.” She muttered as she turned and headed for the kitchen.
She could hear the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls out there and had a need for the coffee she smelled and some breakfast.
After having spent most of the last 24 hours naked among her friends and me, it never occurred to her to dress before joining them.
Maybe she should have.
As she walked out of my room, all conversation at the table stopped and the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at her.
She looked back at them.
“What?” she asked.
“And how did you sleep last night?” Zubaydah Bābar smirked at her. “Do a little sleep walking or did you decide you need some exercise before you could sleep?”
Nishāt Nazli joined in.
“I bet she just needs a little more CREAM applied.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was silent but the smirk on her pretty face said just as much.
“You all have dirty minds. I just needed more ointment early this morning and I woke Durgesh up then I fell asleep and I let me stay there. Nothing happened. Too bad, more’s the pity.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli just stared at her.
Then Nishāt Nazli was the first to speak.
Then the two of them noticed the smirk still on Bābarah Åālamgīr’s face.
“You knew, didn’t you? You knew she was going after Durgesh.”
“Well, we talked about it and hey Durgesh may be Durgesh but you girls were right yesterday. Durgesh does look better than a lot of what we see at the beach. I mean take away the gray hair and Durgesh would be a hunk.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered, “So when Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked me if I’d be upset, I decided that I would not.”
They looked back at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“So, spill how was it?”
“It wasn’t! Like I said, I needed ointment and then fell asleep. I’ll admit that I gave Durgesh the opportunity but Durgesh backed off. He’s worried about Bābarah Åālamgīr’s feelings. So I break that down and I get Durgesh to take my cherry.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah stated matter-of-factly. Then she giggled. “I did get my hand on it though.”
“Come on tell us, is it worth the effort?” Zubaydah Bābar demanded.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at them shyly.
“Well, let me put it this way. If I wrap my hand around it my fingers can’t touch.”
“No shit?” Nishāt Nazli asked.
“I couldn’t tell how long it is but it is definitely bigger and stronger than any I have ever held.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah added.
She had poured her coffee and sat at the table to join them.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at her as she sat down,
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked down at her coffee.
“Durgesh locked the door.”
Nishāt Nazli laughed.
“Apparently she tried.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah gave them a shy smile and they continued to tease her.
It took her a few minutes to realize that Bābarah Åālamgīr was naked from the waist up.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, where’s your top?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked a little shocked.
“Down stairs in my room. I figured if you can walk around naked I can go, at least, topless.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
They both laughed.
“That’s what we were talking about when you came in. If you and Bābarah Åālamgīr are going to go au-naturale than we may too. But for now I’m going to go get a shower. Look out because I may come back like Bābarah Åālamgīr.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Yeah we’ll have to look out because with the pair you have, if you turn too fast you’ll knock one of us into the next county.” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased.
“You’re just jealous.” Zubaydah Bābar defended.
“Damn right I am.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “How’d you like to go through life looking like a boy?”
“It’s better than having to look out every time you turn around or bend over.” Zubaydah Bābar countered.
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Nishāt Nazli stated. “Of all of us you have the least amount of trouble attracting Hindu boys.”
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr blushed.
She had to admit they were right on that one.
She had always had a Hindu boyfriend whenever she wanted one and at least one or two waiting in the wings.
They all laughed at Bābarah Åālamgīr’s blush, knowing that they had scored.
That was when I walked in.
Zubaydah Bābar noticed me first.
She was determined to tease me a bit so she jumped out of her chair and ran over to me.
She threw her arms around me and said,
“Morning Daddy!” and gave me a kiss on my lips.
She was wearing a T-shirt and panties and her dress and attack gave me an immediate Hindu hard on.
As Zubaydah Bābar released me I found myself in Nishāt Nazli’s embrace as she repeated Zubaydah Bābar’s greeting and antics.
The only difference being that since she had approached me from the side she took the opportunity to rub her Musalmān crotch against my leg.
We both stepped back.
“We’re going to go take a shower before breakfast. We’ll be back soon.” Nishāt Nazli quipped before she and Zubaydah Bābar headed down the stairs.
I looked over at the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Musalmān girls sitting at the table.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was as usual naked.
I was beginning to get used to that as her normal condition.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was still without a top.
Her tits were sticking out and pointing across the room, her nipples hard at attention.
I said a little prayer to myself,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, let her be wearing panties at least.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr broke my train of thought.
“I was going to make pancakes for everyone. Is that Ok with you, Daddy?”
As she finished her statement, she stood up and to my relief I saw she was wearing panties.
‘Well, that was soothing at least.’ I thought.
“Pancakes are fine sweetheart.” I answered her. “What are you girls planning for today, more beach?” I asked as I sat down.
“I don’t know. We feel bad about Nasīm Muåāwiyah being stuck here and were thinking about doing soothing we could all do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll watch movies, read, or something. You enjoy the sun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah chirped.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was looking forward to getting her Hindu father alone for a little while and she turned her back on us so she could smile without being caught.
Then she heard her dad.
“She may be right. I watched the weather earlier and they are calling for rain all day tomorrow. Then by the day after Nasīm Muåāwiyah ought to be able to go into the sun again, in small doses.” I added sternly.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me,
I was taken back for a few seconds as I looked at her and realized again just what a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān woman she was.
Even with her skin sunburned she still was striking with her black curly hair framing her face and hanging onto her shoulders.
I shook myself back to reality and began a more or less normal conversation with the naked nymph next to me.
Nearly naked Bābarah Åālamgīr was in the kitchen.
The first batch of pancakes was ready and Bābarah Åālamgīr was bringing them to the table when Zubaydah Bābar came up the steps.
I did a double take.
She was wearing a towel around her waist and nothing else.
Her massive Musalmān tits were swinging free.
Her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body was muscular and tight and although her breasts were huge they fitted well with her large frame, looked good on her, and were full firm and as tight as the rest of them with not even a little sag in them.
She was carrying two strips of cloth that were supposed to be bathing suits.
“Which suit should I wear today?’ she was asking whoever was listening.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked over at her and said.
“The blue one. Breakfast is ready.”
“Oh good, I’m hungry.” she started toward the table dropping the bathing suits on a chair as she passed and sat down on the other side of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called down the steps.
“Nishāt Nazli, pancakes are hot. Better hurry.”
I heard her pounding up the steps and she topped them dressed like Bābarah Åālamgīr in just panties.
As she took a seat, I smiled inwardly.
I resolved to do my best to appear to ignore it and stared at my plate as I ate.
But soon the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls dragged me into their conversation.
They were discussing their plans and the coming rain, and were asking me if there was anything to do on a rainy day.
I started listing a few places we could go.
Most of them involved shopping, which, naturally pleased the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
But we were unsure where these places were.
When you live someplace, directions are not a worry.
You know how to get everywhere.
But when you try to explain it to visitors, you are rapidly lost.
Finally, I offered.
“Ok, I’ll tell you what. If it rains tomorrow, and if you want to go shopping, I will play taxi driver and guide for the day and I’ll take you to dinner besides. But there is one condition.”
They all stared at me expectantly.
“You all have to wear clothing in public.” I smiled at them.
They all laughed.
Since we had finished eating we each got up with their plate, stopped and gave me a hug and a “Thank you Daddy”.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was first and even though she was nearly naked, she made no overt moves other than a quick chaste hug.
Nishāt Nazli was next and her hug included a peck on the cheek.
Then came Zubaydah Bābar.
She wrapped her arm around my head and pulled me into her ample Musalmān cleavage.
I thought I was going to suffocate as she squeezed me against her Musalmān tits.
Then she released me and walked away as if it were the most natural thing.
That left Nasīm Muåāwiyah sitting next to me.
She stood and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me and whimpered.
“Thank you daddy.” into my ear and as she pulled back, she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
A kiss she was obviously in no hurry to break.
I felt her tongue slide out and across my lips and I resisted the temptation to open my mouth and accept it.
Instead, I just returned her kiss tenderly and with feeling.
She finally broke away and smiled at me as she picked up her plate to carry it to the sink.
“I’m going to go down for a shower.” She announced.
That left Bābarah Åālamgīr and me alone.
I sat there a little frazzled after having my head buried in Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tits, I was a little unsure.
“Are all these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls trying to get into my bed? Hell maybe I should just surrender and lay down and let them use me.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr walked over to the table to pick up my plate.
She looked at me and knew I was a little cautious.
She bent over and gave me a hug again.
I looked back at her and said.
“I know, but I wonder about Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She seems… different, than the others.” I was fishing to get her reaction.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at me.
“She is. She really likes you, despite the age difference. And Daddy, It really is Ok with me. I love you, you’re my daddy and I love her too. She’s my friend. And if it makes two people, I love, happy or even if it just gives them a little pleasure, then I’m all for it.”
I stared at her as she returned to the kitchen.
I did not decide immediately what to make of it.
I watched her for a long time as she busied herself in cleaning up the breakfast dishes before I rose and walked to her.
She heard me come up behind her and then as I grasped her shoulders I turned her around and took a step back openly to admire her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Despite her intentions and desires, my open gaze embarrassed her and she blushed.
I noticed her blush and pulled her into a hug.
“You really have grown into a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman, inside and out. I love you, and thank you.”
Then I released her.
“I have some work to do. I’ll be in my office. Let Nasīm Muåāwiyah know if her sunburn bothers her she should let me know.” With that, I turned and went down the stairs to my office.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took her time finishing the dishes.
She was thinking.
It gave her a thrill.
She knew her panties were wet, she could feel it.
She really wanted me inside her so desperately now.
It had been a bit embarrassing, for her Hindu father to admire her, openly.
Embarrassing yes, but also intoxicating.
She was now more determined than ever to make love to me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr now wanted to replace her Ammī, quite determinedly.
She wanted to repent for what her Ammī did misbehaving with me.
That’s what it would be now she understood.
She did not want just to fuck me or have sex.
She wanted to make love to me.
But to succeed Bābarah Åālamgīr had to come up with a plan because she knew that although I had said nothing to her about putting clothes on after my shower, I still was not used to her running around in her panties and she intended on wearing less than that with me soon.
I went to my office to put the finishing touches on the report for my client.
It would only take an hour or so and I could print it and get it in the mail.
I would also e-mail a copy but the hard copy was the final product.
I sat down, fired up the computer, and in minutes, I was working away, ignoring the rest of the world.
I had put the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls and sex out of my mind and was focused on the task at hand.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah came back upstairs just after I had gone to my office.
She found Bābarah Åālamgīr at the sink, doing the last of the dishes.
“Where’s daddy?” she asked.
The question woke Bābarah Åālamgīr from her daydream.
“Oh… uh… he’s down in his private office. He said to tell you that if your sunburn bothered you again you should just let him know.” Then she paused for a few seconds and a smile crossed her face.
She turned to Nasīm Muåāwiyah and in her best little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice asked.
“Are you going to be my new Ammī?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stared at her then they both broke out laughing.
“I never thought about it like that.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and looked at her friend.
“If you still want him, I think you’ll have him today while we’re at the beach. I talked to him a little, you know, kind of hinted. I just told him that if it made you happy and him happy than I thought he should do it. I mean I could have done little more other than saying please fuck my friend.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled and hugged her friend.
“Thank you. But what about you, do you still … want to?”
“Yeah now more than ever. And Vallah, I will. It will just take a little time to wear me down. But for now, I’m going to change and get Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli out of your way for a couple of hours. Not that either of them would care other than want to watch and maybe join in. but you and especially Daddy don’t need the extra pressure.”
She kissed her friend gently on the lips and went down the steps calling her other two friends to get ready to go.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sat down on the couch.
She figured she would give the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī awfully attractive Musalmān girls time to get out of the house and then maybe an hour to let it seem like a normal thing.
In the meantime, she flipped on the TV and stretched out on the couch.
I finished my paperwork and printed it out.
I checked the time only a little more than an hour.
Now I figured I’d go upstairs and see what was going on.
When I reached the top floor, I found the TV on and apparently no one home.
I was wondering where Nasīm Muåāwiyah was as I walked over to turn the television off then I saw her stretched out on the couch dozing.
She looked very cute and peaceful lying there.
I did not want to disturb her.
I picked up the remote as I admired her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
I was amazed at how free these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were about showing their Musalmān bodies,
‘Of course with the thongs they wear, being naked is no big step.’ I mused to myself.
I hit the button and set the remote on the table as I headed for the refrigerator.
Then I heard Nasīm Muåāwiyah stir.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
You are naked!
Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had ultimately decided not to live a sinful life anymore.
So many Pakistani Musalmān ladies used to think so, after enjoying a very wild and adventurous sex life with me.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t prove to be any different from them.
After extinguishing the fire between their legs to a large extent with me, they thought to be popular in their own Ummat-e-Muslimah now too.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb started to live with me in Live in relationship when I was forty two.
She got five sons from me; she wanted to convert into Islam now.
Life together had not been good, she announced ultimately.
I poured my energies into work and sex, with my other still countless Musalmān Beauties.
It was natural that I had become successful.
The resolute determination, the nonstop hard labor and brains always pay.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, turned 18 then, graduated high school and left.
I had prepared for it though.
I had immense experiences of the same for a long time already.
A person burned of milk, drinks even its cold reproduction, cautiously always.
Years earlier, I had channeled investments into an out of State Corporation that I had formed just for this purpose.
I didn’t get greedy.
I left enough in the open so that nobody would look too hard.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had given me too much.
And it was still pouring in too much, for me.
How much, after all, could I consume and enjoy?
I knew very well, so many of them never lived with me for the righteous reasons they claimed to.
They lived with me, for sex and money, both, actually.
I was unique in sex and a zillionaire, too.
My Live in relationship Partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s lawyer, had been lazy and did not look too far or hard.
While I was myself a most successful Barrister and moreover I was always assisted by the most brilliant legal brains the money and my unique incredible sexual prowess could get for me.
Her lawer found cash and minor investments to be what was expected, a little on the low side, but not too much.
I ended up giving my Live in relationship Partner , Jamīlah Aurangzeb, 65% of our joint property and agreed to a limited 2-year spousal support payment.
All in all, it had been only about ½ of what I had been prepared to give up to get rid of the skillfully planned shrewd Live in relationship.
After all, I enjoyed the great Musalmān Beauty, Jamīlah Aurangzeb till now.
To me, it was a proposal of convenience only, ab initio, irrespective of all the window dressing Jamīlah Aurangzeb could provide to it.
After all, I was not born yesterday myself.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb walked out of the courtroom happy, figuring she had bankrupted me and I let her think it.
That was what I wanted her to think.
The greedy Mullahs and Maulavīs of present day Pseudo Islam smiled cunningly that they had succeeded not only in saving a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lady from a Kaffir’s bed, but in punishing me with several millions of dollars for it too.
That was a great achievement for them.
But it was a negligible loss for me that I could afford to enjoy great Musalmān Beauties of the time.
The downside was that Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, would not speak to me.
She felt as though I had abandoned her Ammī and pissed on her.
That wore off in time.
First, I worked at it, letting her know I loved her then I carefully made sure all the support payments went on time and without a hitch.
I was civil to my ex-Live in relationship Partner and even tried to be friendly.
What had I to lose in doing it, after all?
Eventually my ex got over it and moved on, realizing that we were both happier than we had been.
Then Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, began to loosen up more as she saw her Ammī accept it and she too realized that it had been for the best.
Now here I was, 4 years later.
I had moved to a beach community in North Carolina and into one of the rental houses my “company” owned as an investment then proceeded to buy it from my “company” actually myself .
It was all legal and above board.
My Live in relationship Partner , Jamīlah Aurangzeb, stopped paying attention to what I was doing.
She had hers and was comfortable and even admitted to feeling a little guilty occasionally for the way she had taken me to the cleaners.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, had started speaking to me again and even came for 2 visits during her Junior year, Once over the Eīdul Fitr break and again right after classes let out for the summer.
The following year she visited more often and stayed longer.
A few weekends, 10 days over Eīdul Fitr and a week of spring break.
It was nice having her visit and I had plenty of room.
The house was only about 100 yards from the beach, a multi story job with wrap around decks on each floor.
The first floor was set up as countless bedrooms, a family room and garage.
The second floor had again countless bedrooms and two baths.
The third floor was where I spent most of my time, Master bed and bath, kitchen, and living/dining area.
I hardly ever used the other rooms except when I had company.
Life was good although a little lonely at times, when I needed it for my work.
The great attraction I had for them was my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and my ever pouring in money too, my ever increasing Bhogyantrānk, Āgamānk and Bhāvānk were providing nonstop.
But in the off season the pickings got slim.
I still was able to get laid fairly regular, but I had to settle for what was there, if I wanted to pay optimum attention to my work and countless business organizations I owned.
My life changed one day in May and I did not even realize it.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, called and after chatting for a few minutes got to the purpose of her call.
She wanted to come to visit me after PhD and bring a few friends for two weeks.
I didn’t know, neither even suspected, it was a deliberate plan, suggested by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Well I never could say no to my little girl and I did have lots of rooms too.
Therefore, I just told her I’d be happy to have them.
PhD week came and I made the trip to see Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little girl getting PhD.
I saw my ex-Live in relationship Partner again, with her Musalmān husband, Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
I suspected Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr himself had master minded the whole affair to get several millions of dollars from me as a settlement for his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner .
Well, even if it was true, I hadn’t any objection whatsoever at all.
If he wanted to lease his extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān wife to me for twenty years, it was okay with me.
Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr acted like an ass but I kept my cool and just smiled knowing I would probably never see him again anyway.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went through their PhD ceremony and each took their things home.
The plan was for them to meet up again two days later and drive to my place.
I went home to ready the house under my own supervision and wait.
The first to show up was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr herself.
Like the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, Bābarah Åālamgīr was 28 and very pretty, prettier than even her Ammī ever had been. 5’4″ 115 lbs, long legs and a shock of long red hair.
She had a nice Musalmān body well proportioned and had big breasts too.
Well, I smiled to myself.
She greeted her Hindu father with a hug and a daughterly kiss on the cheek, obviously excited about having her friends together for an after PhD vacation.
We no sooner had her stuff stored in “her” room than Nishāt Nāzlī arrived.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls greeted each other with hugs and squeals of joy.
I instructed my maidservants to carry her things in and let her choose her room.
Nishāt Nāzlī was shorter than Bābarah Åālamgīr was, about 5′ or a bit more and slim at maybe 100 lbs.
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got settled in.
I got them each a beer and we all sat on the deck.
We talked while we waited for the other two to arrive.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nasīm Muåāwiyah showed up together a while later.
Zubaydah Bābar was a tall brunette, built like the proverbial “brick shithouse” 6’1″ 180lbs with not an ounce of fat on her frame.
Her size and build made her intimating to many of the boys around campus as well as her reputation for being a master of martial arts and a “No Nonsense ” attitude.
But even then, she was a very pleasant and soft spoken Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was of an average height and weight, built a lot like Bābarah Åālamgīr but with somewhat smaller breasts.
Not huge, somewhat smaller instead.
She was gorgeous with long black curly hair, a pale white complexion and soft blue eyes.
Once we were all together, I realized I had two problems.
One I was going to have to behave myself with all this young Musalmān flesh running around and two, I was going to have to do something to keep from walking around the house with a 24 hr Hindu hardon.
I had promised to take them to dinner on their first night but we had time so all the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got their bathing suits on and walked down to the beach.
I watched through the window as we walked away.
Three of them were in their Bikinis and Zubaydah Bābar in a modest one piece.
But she never realized what more she could have gotten from me.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb actually faithful to her Musalmān husband even for those long twenty years she lived with me.
She was always an ardent Musalmān even enjoying sex with me for long twenty years.
Once the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls returned from the beach, we all changed for dinner and I invited them on the deck for a drink before we left for the restaurant.
We finished our drinks and piled into my MERCEDES for the trip to the restaurant.
We had a nice dinner and by the time we were through, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls all started to loosen up around me.
We shared even some dirty jokes and stories about encounters with the opposite sex.
Even Bābarah Åālamgīr started to treat her Hindu father more as a friend than as a stepfather.
Once dinner was done, I took them to a club for a little dancing before getting home after midnight.
When I woke late the next morning, I found myself alone.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had all gone to the beach already.
That suited me fine.
I had to make a trip to see one of the clients I did some consulting work for and would be gone till early evening.
Therefore, I left Bābarah Åālamgīr a note in an envelope with $500.00 in cash and told her she needed to go grocery shopping if they wanted to eat anything more than delivered pizza for the next two weeks.
I got home around 9:00 that evening and found a note.
We had gone shopping and put everything away and went out dancing,
“Don’t wait up. We’ll be late.”
I smiled and as tired, as I was, I ordered for myself a juice and went to bed.
I was up early the next morning and left to do a little fishing before the day got too hot, returning around lunchtime.
Once again, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were at the beach.
I put my tackle away and ordered to make a sandwich when I heard something from the second floor.
It sounded like whimpering so I went to investigate to make sure none of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls was sick or hurt.
I followed the sound to one of the bedrooms and peeking in through the half open door I saw Nasīm Muåāwiyah lying in the bed quietly crying.
I knocked on the door,
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, are you alright, my darling?”
“It hurts.” She whimpered, “My sunburn, it hurts! I think perhaps I overdid it.”
I turned on the overhead light.
What I saw, shocked me.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl with the pale white skin, skin like milk, was as red as a lobster just out of the pot.
She was lying on the bed with just a light bra and panties on.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! girl, what did you do?” I asked in amazement.
“I put sun block on but then went swimming and forgot to reapply it. I fell asleep and now it hurts!”
“Alright, just stay here. I’ll be right back.” I ordered as I went to my medicine chest and retrieved a container of skin suave made especially for sunburn.
I returned to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s room and offered her the jar of suave.
“Here, rub this on. It has a local anesthetic and healing oils in it.’
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sat up to take the jar.
I noticed that she was as badly burned on the back as she was on the front.
“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. I’ll go to the beach and find Bābarah Åālamgīr to do your back.”
“No, please. You do it. It’ll take hours to find her.” She whimpered.
“Ok, just lie down on your stomach.” I asked her.
She lay down.
I could see that she was literally burned from head to toe.
So I started on her shoulders.
Moving the long black curls out of the way I began to apply the suave lightly rubbing it into her skin, not wanting to apply any pressure until the stuff had a chance to work.
I applied liberal amounts to her shoulders and upper back and as I finished that section, I asked,
“Does that feel any better?”
“Allah, yes” Nasīm Muåāwiyah answered, “Please hurry and do the rest of me. It hurt so bad last night I couldn’t sleep. I cried all night.”
I continued applying the stuff to her back and Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed appreciatively. “That stuff really works. You’ll have to undo my bra strap to get all of my back.”
But she was hurt so bad, I felt more like a father taking care of a child than of a Hindu man with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman.
I unhooked her bra and let the straps fall away to the sides.
That was when I noticed that there was no tan line on her back.
“Were you girls up at the park on the nude beach when this happened?” I asked her.
“How did you know that?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked a little shocked and a little bit of embarrassment in her voice. “We left our bottoms on but none of us had ever been at a nude beach and we were curious.”
I laughed at her.
She was acting as if she had been caught at something.
“I’m not chastising you. It’s not my duty. I just noticed no tan line.”
“Oh, Bābarah Åālamgīr said not to tell you where we were. You might get mad.”
“That’s because Bābarah Åālamgīr is Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter. Would you tell your father where you were?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled,
“No, I guess not.”
“She’s a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman now. And as hard as that is for me, at times, I have to accept it. So although I may not like all of her choices they are her choices. I would not get mad unless she did something really stupid and got hurt or got in trouble or something. She’ll always be Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl, but my grown up little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.”
I finished her back and started rubbing the suave into her legs starting at her feet and working up first her left then her right leg.
Once I finished all the exposed areas, I told her to roll over.
She hesitated and then said,
“I’m a little embarrassed but I was wearing a Thong bikini and my butt is burned. If it were possible for me to get any redder, I would have.”
She blushed with embarrassment.
“Ok then drop your drawers and let’s get that done too.”
She pulled her panties down and wiggled out of them until they were down around her knees.
Without saying another word, I dropped a dollop of suave on each cheek and started to rub it in.
She had a beautiful ass, tight and firm but skin so soft and perfectly shaped.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew to its full erect size while I massaged the suave into her skin, notwithstanding the fact that she was only twenty eight while I was sixty two already.
My lust for Musalmān Beauties had increased with my age, instead of diminishing.
I was working hard not to let this become sexual, trying to stay detached.
I started at the top of her firm Musalmān buttocks and worked down across it and onto each side and then just slightly into the crack of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass to get some of the soothing suave in there.
Soon I had my hand down where her cheeks met her thighs and applied it into the crease that formed there then I found I had to get a little closer to her sex than I was comfortable with.
But I went ahead and applied it to the underside of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass anyway.
As I rubbed it in, Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed and moved her legs apart just a bit.
I looked up and saw that she had fallen asleep.
“The poor kid is exhausted.” I thought to myself and although I hated to wake her, we had to get the stuff applied to all the burned areas.
So I gently called her name and when she responded I told her to roll over.
I never for an instant thought that she would just roll over.
I did not know that she was as sound asleep as she was.
I had assumed she would pull her panties up and hold her bra to herself as she rolled.
But she was in a deep sleep, or she pretended to be so, under Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s well planned strategy.
Hearing my request, she just rolled over.
What’s more, I could see that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was wet.
What did it mean?
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was excited for me?
She had gotten wet while I was rubbing her back and the juices had run around and wet her front down.
I stared for about half a minute, and then realized that I was staring.
I turned my head and called her name.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you may want to cover up.”
She woke and looked at herself, then laughed.
“Well I guess I don’t have anything now you haven’t seen before. Okay. I don’t care even if you see me. You are helping me. You must have at least this much reward.”
“Are you sure you want me rubbing stuff on you when you don’t have any clothes on?”
“Oh I’m sure. It feels so good. The relief is wonderful and you apply just the right amount of pressure. Please don’t stop.”
So now, without even a little hesitation, I turned around again and started to rub the suave into her shoulders, this time from the front.
Shortly I found that I had to work it into her tits and again I hesitated.
She was lying there with her eyes closed but she knew I stopped and she knew why.
“It’s ok. Go ahead. My tits won’t bite.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled.
That’s when I knew she was teasing me, enjoying my discomfort.
Under the successfully experienced guidance of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
“Well we’ll see you little vixen.” I thought to myself.
Instead of applying it directly to her breasts, I moved around them and below to work her abdomen, and up underneath each of those perfect globes.
Then up her Musalmān cleavage and around them again.
“We will see who gets teased.” I thought to myself.
I continued to work her abdomen down to just above her exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot just onto her pubic mound then down her thighs and her legs.
I slowed my pace down now and avoided the places that might give her a thrill, getting close with a sensuous rub but not quite getting there.
As I finished the rest of her body, I returned to her breasts and slowly worked the suave into them working in circles around first one breast then the other until the circles got small enough that just the areoles were left untouched.
Then ever so gently, I did each nipple rubbing the cream in with one finger making slow circular motions.
By this time, her nipples were standing hard at attention and she was breathing different.
I laughed to myself,
“Now who is going to have a problem with sexual frustration?” I thought to myself.
But I wasn’t finished.
I had avoided the area near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I moved my hands down and before I started, I noticed that where she had been a little wet before, she was dripping now.
The Sālī deliberately wanted me to fuck her.
Her legs were spread, almost inviting me to touch her.
But instead, I continued to rub the suave into her thighs and around the crease, where her legs met her torso, always getting closer to her sex.
Finally I was done.
I had not rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot because it had not been burned but I could easily see that she was excited.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips were swollen and there was a trickle of juice running from her.
I decided to tease her just a bit more.
I took a bit of suave on my fingers and ran it down the crease of her leg, starting on her hips and down toward her sex until I just touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She let out a mewing sound and I stopped.
“Well, all done.” I said as I stood and pulled a sheet over her, “Get some sleep. You’ll need another application in about 4 hours. The anesthetic will wear off and it will start to hurt again.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked up at me and smiled.
“Thanks, I feel better already, except for a little tension that is. I’m also glad to see that you’re not as old and decrepit as you are always telling us.” she glanced at my crotch and the Hindu hardon, straining my pants.
Now it was my turn to smile.
“Well, you are a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and I am old, not dead.” I told her as I started to walk away, “Just let me know when it starts to hurt again and we will reapply it. Now get some sleep.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled at her.
“Let me help you in calming down it.”she said and kissed the tip.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah brought out her greedy Pakistani Musalmān tongue and started to lick it.
“Thank you.” I closed my eyes.
“It’s alright. You helped me and therefore I’m helping you.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kissed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund along its entire length.
I was so excited that I started to fuck her mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled.
“Chađhī jawānī buddhé nū.”
“She is crazy.”
“But she is your wife now. Isn’t she?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah swallowed it all.
I thanked Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“Thanks for helping me to calm me down.”
“You are most welcome, my dear. Any time anywhere. Just call me when you need me.”
I closed the door as I left the room.
I went back to the kitchen and found my sandwich already prepared.
I ate it and washed it down with a juice.
For her part, Nasīm Muåāwiyah laid under the sheet that I had covered her with.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was soaking wet and she was sooo horny.
Why didn’t she act as bold as she really was?
Why didn’t she herself ask me to fuck her?
Hell, she thought I’d ultimately fuck her.
But I didn’t.
Is Durgesh really an old man?
Isn’t he thirty two really?
Is he really sixty two as he claimed?
Is touching her had nearly gotten her off.
As she lay there playing with herself trying to finish what got started she thought,
After my shower, I went to my personal office to get a little work done.
I usually did not accept contracts in the summer.
It wasn’t like I needed the money, but this one was running long from the late winter.
I wanted to finish it up and free my time for some serious time as a beach bum.
Time flew by and suddenly my concentration was broken by a knock at the office door.
“Come in.” I called as I looked at the door.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened it and stepped halfway in.
She was naked as the day she was born and holding the jar of suave.
“I’m sorry to bother you but it’s starting to wear off. I was hoping you could do me again?” She asked quietly.
She was looking slightly down and the only way to describe her at that moment was demure.
I suddenly found myself rock hard again.
I also did not miss the potential double meaning of her question.
“Sure. but let’s go up to your room where you can be comfortable. Or if you had enough sleep would you rather lay on the couch upstairs and watch TV?”
“I am feeling more rested. The couch might be better if you don’t mind.”
With that, we moved to the third floor.
As I followed her up the stairs, I could not take my eyes off the perfect Young Musalmān ass in front of me and the way it wiggled or the way her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was exposed to me from behind, only inches from my face.
My Uncut Hindu Cock got even harder and I was having trouble walking up the stairs comfortably.
Once at the top of the stairs, Nasīm Muåāwiyah immediately lay on the couch and looked at me with a demure smile.
Now there was some clout in her behavior.
After all, Nasīm Muåāwiyah had sucked me till I blasted in her mouth.
We were not so unknown now for each other.
I sat next to her on the edge of the cushion and began to apply the cream to her shoulders as I had earlier.
Since Nasīm Muåāwiyah started out naked there was no bra strap to move this time and I quickly made my way down her back and over her extremely beautiful Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass cheeks then down each leg.
I was trying to behave this time so I avoided her inner thighs and the bottom of her extremely beautiful Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, the area closest to her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“Ok, that’s done. Do you want to do your front yourself this time?” I offered, mostly to avoid further embarrassment.
“Hey, Durgesh darling, you’re not done. You missed part of my bottom and inside my legs. That hurts more than the rest.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted.
With a sigh, I put more cream on my fingers and began to work it into her bottom.
As soon as my fingers touched her, Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened her legs up to make it easier for me.
I got another uninhibited view of her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As I worked the suave into her bottom and thighs, Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed in appreciation and when I got close to her sex, she even moved a little as though she were trying to get my hand onto her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Just as I was finishing Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed and asked,
“Could you put some more there it feels nice and it is very sensitive.”
Now I had to sigh.
Just when I thought I was going to escape.
Smiling knowingly , I added some more cream to my fingers and started to work the area again.
Once I had thoroughly coated her once more, Nasīm Muåāwiyah thanked me and rolled over without warning or fanfare.
There again I found myself staring at two perfect tits and her beautiful smooth Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I nearly came in my pants.
“Ok, I’m ready.” She said as she smiled up at me.
“The question,” I thought to myself, “is ready for what.”
I stopped myself from swallowing hard and started to rub the ointment into her shoulders.
“Could you do it just the way you did last time, you know leave my breasts and groin for last?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked entirely unashamed of her now.
Well, why not?
The wall between us was already broken now.
“Sure, no problem.”
So once again, I worked the suave into her shoulders and down her arms then around her breast and up her Musalmān cleavage.
Gently massaging the soothing suave into her burned skin.
Then as I finished her legs and feet I returned to her breasts and began to massage the ointment in until I reached her nipples where I lingered as they went to immediate attention and she sighed,
“That feels so good.” Then she stammered, “The relief I mean.” But we both knew that’s not what she meant.
I worked both breasts and nipples and admitted to myself that I was enjoying touching this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman naked in front of me.
I moved down and started to work it into her inner thighs and again the crease of her legs.
She had opened her legs for me and this time as my hand got to her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot she shifted and I found my fingers running down her slit and touching her clit.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah groaned as I yanked my hand back.
“Sorry.” I muttered.
“That’s Ok, it was an accident.” She responded without even opening her eyes.
And I wondered to myself how much of an accident it was.
But I returned to applying the ointment, this time to the other thigh and as I approached her sex again I saw a trickle of liquid flow from her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and noticed that a small shudder ran over her body.
‘If I didn’t know better I’d say she just orgasamed.’ I thought to myself.
But instead I said to her,
“Getting cold?” giving her a chance to ignore the event and save her dignity.
“Yes, a little. The AC is blowing on me but it feels good too.” She answered.
“Well I’m done. Let me get a sheet to cover you up with. If you’re lying like that when the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls get back they might think I took advantage of you.” I offered.
“That might not be such a bad thing.” She offered coyly as I left for the linen closet.
I faltered on the step, not sure, if I heard her right.
“Was this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl coming on to me.” I asked myself ?”
“No, can’t be, just my worked up libido. I’m imagining things.”
I continued on my quest to get her a sheet to cover up with and returned a minute later.
I mixed her a drink and as I sat on the opposing chair, she laid on the couch covered with a sheet with the TV remote in one hand.
We flipped through some channels and finally settled on a movie.
We sat and watched the film and talked about inconsequential things.
As we talked, she moved around and soon the sheet was not covering her breasts anymore and one leg was outside of it hinting at the Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot hidden beneath it.
Finally, I could stand it no longer.
“You may want to cover up.” I offered.
She looked down at herself,
“I’m not cold and you’ve already seen everything I have.” She shrugged. “Does it bother you?”
“Bother me? No. But you are a beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and if you weren’t one of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s friends I would be thinking of ways to get you into my bed. So since Bābarah Åālamgīr has only recently started talking to me again after the separation I would prefer not to piss her off.” I answered.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me.
“Thanks for the compliment. You’re not so bad yourself and if I was sure Bābarah Åālamgīr wouldn’t mind, you wouldn’t have to try too hard to get me interested.”
” My dear girl, I’m just an old man. Old enough to be your father.”
“So? That just means you know what you’re doing. It’s even better to have a Live in relationship Partner so very much experienced than a damnfool young one who doesn’t know anything and just goes on experimenting one after another. At least one of the couple, having sex, must know what they are doing. For me that’s important because I have only the vaguest idea what to do.”
I stared at her for a second.
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
“Yep, waiting for the right guy. I decided years ago that I was not going to give it up to some fumble fingered boy in the back of a car and end up like my older sister. By the time, she was 18 she was living in Live in relationship with two kids living in a trailer with a husband who only showed up when he wanted to get laid. Not for her, not till hell freezes over!”
“That’s a commendable attitude and a smart decision.”
“Oh don’t think I’m some snow white high and mighty.” She giggled, “I’ve been on the pill since I was 16, just in case and I’m not above a little mutual masturbation or oral sex. I like both but I’m just not giving up the surprise inside till I’m ready.”
Just then, we heard the door open and the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls come in.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah made no move to cover up and instead hollered down,
“We’re up here.”
The three girls came running up the steps with Bābarah Åālamgīr in the lead.
As she topped the steps she stopped in shock as she saw her Hindu father sitting on a chair with a juice in my hand and her friend lying on the couch covered in a sheet but not covered enough.
It was plain her tits were hanging out for all to see and her nipples were standing straight up pointing at me.
The first thought through her mind was,
Anger, sadness, and most surprisingly jealousy all ran through her at the same time but before she could say anything, Nasīm Muåāwiyah spoke.
“Your Hindu dad took care of my sunburn with this really great stuff. He is so sweet.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah gushed.
“You’re naked!” Bābarah Åālamgīr was stern.
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
I was stunned once more.
Well, it was happening now more and more.
My Live in relationship Partner, Suraiyā Kħālid Ayyūb, wanted to leave me on the ground that it was a mistake on her part.
I confronted her about it, but despite my every effort to explain everything to Suraiyā Kħālid Ayyūb, the situation blew up in my face.
We ended up getting separated because of it.
I gritted through my teeth at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Why are you doing it, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? You are not doing anything good to them.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“They are doing it on their own accord Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m not doing anything.”
“I was not born yesterday, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said sternly.
“How do you know?”
“They are ageing, even if you are not. They are themselves leaving because they can’t compete with us young Musalmān Beauties. Instead being humiliated staying here, they are quitting when the quitting is still good. They can quit and still save their faces acting righteous.”
“You want only twenty eights in my life now?” I was furious now.
Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Fuck us twenty eights and teenager Musalmān Beauties as much as you want to. We all are at your service, my dear, whenever wherever and howsoever you want to play with us.”
“Try to understand Durgesh darling.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad tried to explain to me, “We twenty eights and teenagers need you more. Enjoy our insatiable Musalmān fire between our legs and let’s enjoy you too.”
“But it is too selfish, Al Fātimah Al Aħad.” I resented it very much, “How can I leave them when they need me more?”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Don’t leave them then. It’s as simple as that.”
“I’m not leaving them, they are leaving me.” I thundered at her.
“That’s the point.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, “What can you do if they are so foolish and childish?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, you are playing a dangerous game.” I looked at her sternly.
“How you are managing it all, I wonder.”
“Thank you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She was smart enough to anticipate all my steps well in advance.
She had a grand team of PhD young Musalmān Beauties assisting her nonstop.
I had myself to take her movement Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah now seriously.
It was becoming dangerous for my mature Musalmān Beauties.
They could not compete with these ultra modern PhD female Musalmān scoundrels.
I myself had to do something.***
Farah Taymūr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Actually what do you want, Farah Taymūr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her.
“Only one thing to ask you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you want me ask anything at all? I’m not any celebrity, I’m not—”
“You are more than a celebrity now.” Farah Taymūr smiled gracefully, “Almost entire twenty eight years old Musalmān Beauties, and teenagers even, are almost singing your name after Allah, Ħuzūrs and Durgesh.”
“I don’t think so.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah laughed.
“I think Islam is the only Dīn that preached Feminism when the rest of the world was killing females under this or that pretext.”
Farah Taymūr laughed.
“Durgesh does not think so.”
“He is a Hindu.”
“But he is not communal.” Bābarah Åālamgīr protested.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
She watched the twenty-eight years old and even teenager Musalmān Beauties present there.
“What do you think? I offered myself to Durgesh thinking he is communal?”
Entire episode in the moonlight whirled in front of her beautiful eyes.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could never forget it.
“And you hate me for it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at her sternly.
“I love nobody more than Durgesh.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had told her everything about Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“What do you want to say?” Bābarah Åālamgīr constricted her eyes.
“I don’t think so.” Bābarah Åālamgīr contradicted Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sternly.
She stood up and walked to the window.
Out of the window the largest City on the globe, Ved Nagar, was stretched everywhere.
After the movement of Anna Hazare, Ved Nagar had become more and more beautiful.
Bābarah Åālamgīr, Farah Taymūr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah were watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan significantly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stood up there, watching out of the window, for almost ten minutes.
Bābarah Åālamgīr, Farah Taymūr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was arranging her thoughts to present them systematically in front of them.
She was a very brave young Musalmān woman.
She boldly went on honeymoon with him for as long as one month.
Yes, Kħadījah Muħammad is fifty nine years old now, but she also does not appear to be so.
“Appearance alone is not important, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had watched at her sternly, “Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī was already not interested in Sex ever. Now even Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī acknowledges I have more fire for Durgesh between my legs than she herself has.”
“I can’t believe it.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah objected.
“And you think I am?”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr put her hand on Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah protested.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr held her hand forcibly and said.
“I appreciate your intense daughterly love and respect for your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “But knowing Musalmīn now more as you do, don’t you ever think your Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān auntie, was innocent?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, Ammījān married my Abbū on her own accord. Nobody had forced her.”
Farah Taymūr smiled.
“Sorry to interfere. But I think my problem is more important. The matter you are discussing now can wait.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled suddenly.
“Yes, Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, I think Farah Taymūr is right.”