It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”
I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*
I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.
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Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.
How beautiful she is.
But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.
Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.
Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.
It’s a system of life actually.
No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.
Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.
Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.
But, they are the rulers now.
Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.
He openly says:
“The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”
“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.
“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”
“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”
“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She was aggressive absolutely.*
It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.
I studied the beautiful woman with interest.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.
There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.
But it softened to a twinkle gradually.
“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.
I winked at her.
“Protect you from what?”
“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”
“I know that.”
“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”
“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”
“She is a problem girl.”
“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”
She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.
I watched her carefully.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
“How long is it so?”
“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”
“You revolted against him?”
“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”
“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”
“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”
“I know very well?”
I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.
Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.
I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.
She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sucked me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”
With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.
She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.
“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.
“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.
What were we doing?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.
Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.
“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”
“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.
“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.
I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, she tasted good!
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.
Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s cries of pleasure grew louder.
“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”
“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”
“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”
“I’m sorry. I mean…”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,
“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”
“What?” now I was surprised.
“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.
“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”
I smiled empathetically.
Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.
She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.
Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.
“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.
“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*
I didn’t need another word more.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt hole.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.
My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.
“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.
A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.
I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.
Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.
I followed her with a soft grunt.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.
“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an
The sight of Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was unbelievable.
It was a great combination.
She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two.
I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. *
Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was only eighteen, and one of Jāhnavī Dīxit’s best friends.
The only thing I could think of was she was her husband’s daughter from his first wife, Al Tawħīd Al Islam
She was also asking me out on a date.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how did I get out of this?
Or did I want to?
I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.
I was at Jāhnavī Dīxit’s apartment, where she was living with her Brāhmañ husband, Brahmdév Sharmā, while attending college.
Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high.
I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was just a bit different than the other girls from the start.
It would appear I was right.
I had just agreed to help Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an find a car this Saturday.
She needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one.
She didn’t have a lot of money to spend.
However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman.
I couldn’t blame one if he tried.
All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was the only one who was out and out SEXY.
She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there.
Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs.
All of that and very pretty besides.
I was lost.
I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.
I was sixty three now.
Yet I was craving for a girl just eighteen.
Just eighteen to thirty.
“And what about the Musalmān Beauties over thirty?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smirked, “They don’t deserve Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Their above thirty Musalmān Cunts don’t qualify for Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund? A sixty three years old Uncut Hindu Lund is serving Jet Musalmān Cunts. It’s not needed in above thirty years Musalmān Cunts. They can search of other suitable Uncut Hindu Penises. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā has declared the new policy of her Jannat-e-Firdaus. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”
She was so bold now that she damn cared if the entire humanity watched her fucking her Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh.
“Congratulations Nāzimah Yåqūb Bājī.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cooed, “It’s not easy to snatch away a Bachhalyā from the ever jealous Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is however successfully you have excluded to serve you first.”
“Nothing is impossible if we try to achieve sincerely. Thank you Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb was surprised.
“You are coming from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”
“She had come here.” Nāzimah Yåqūb told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We discussed our new strategies to ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’ movement. But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī called her on her mobile. Sidrah Aħmad immediately went to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. I don’t know why.”
“She said there was some emergency. She didn’t have the time to explain me everything in detail.”
“To me?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised, “For what?”
The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur.
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was glued to the cabin window.
It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years.
She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian men in Hindutv pride even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps.
She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years.
He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly Dance.
She had occasionally worn them for Eīdul Fitr or other family parties.
She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly Dance performance in public.
At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less.
She had no wrinkles.
She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician.
Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will.
She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal.
She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since.
As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had been practicing belly Dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all.
But she still felt herself fat.
Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband’s daughter.
“Honey, it’s fantastic, we are in the dream country of you Musalmān Beauties, India, at last and did you hear the pilot? The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing.” Al Muħammad Al Imām smiled at his prize beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“Al Muħammad Al Imām, you idiot, you my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass licker, I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes.”
“ I took two salwar kameez and one saree. Don’t be angry, please, my lady luck.” Al Muħammad Al Imām touched her feet to please her.
“Sālé, musaddé,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar grabbed his beard fucking his till virgin Musalmān ass violently, “I’m not Durgesh, the softie. I’m the ardent follower of Dr. Ali Sina. I fuck you Musalmīn too in your anti humanity Musalmān ass. I don’t fuck Musalmān Beauties only, as Durgesh does. Durgesh is the Live in Relationship Partner of my own real Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sister and other countless Musalmān sisters too. If you even think to harm Durgesh ever in any way, I’d proudly kill you fucking your terrorist Musalmān ass.”
Al Muħammad Al Imām could not speak even a word.
And they couldn’t do anything to Shankar Mahāpralayankar ever.*
“It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need.” Al Muħammad Al Imām murmured to his thoroughly successful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.
Sidrah Aħmad was its present president.
Muħammad Åbbās still remembered when he first saw his friend, Durgesh, squeezing his Bahū Bégum’s chūchiyān in the kitchen & then next time taking her to a hotel.
He was furious to the extent to slap me.
His friends were right.
They had warned Muħammad Åbbās.
“Yet,” O.P. Dīxit commented gravely, “What can we do?”
Vikram Rājpūt, Mr’tyunjaý Chauhān, Milind Joshī, everyone sighed his helplessness.
Muħammad Åbbās was surprised somewhat.
Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it.
“It’s not a matter of humiliation at all, Åbbās.” Akbar Mujāhid couldn’t stop himself, “actually Durgesh is doing it because he is our friend and he doesn’t want our houseladies vagabond here and there. He wants to keep their adultery unto himself and hush hush.”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
“It means,” Muħammad Åbbās said at length, as if fallen from the seventh sky, “it means Durgesh is really our friend and he is keeping our honor instead of disgracing us?”
“That’s right.” Akbar Mujāhid said with almost choked voice, “He has raped my daughter, Ruqayyah Mujāhid recently. Not because he had lust for her. She was falling for Brahmdév Sharmā instead.”
“Yes, the Minister, the Congressman we voted for. He was after my just eighteen daughter.”
Everyone was again dumbfounded.*
When I woke up I was tied down to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth I tried to shout for help but it was muffled by the ball gag.
It was very dark in the room but in turning my head to try and see if I could get free I noticed the clock and it was 4:12am.
I was very worried about this as I was sure by now all my friends would have left and that I was probably the only one left.
I then heard a voice talking to someone it was a guy talking to the girl that had obviously drugged me.
She said bye to him and from what I could tell he left as I heard the door close.
After this, the door to the room I was in, opened and the bitch came in to the room.
I struggled to get free but it was no use.
she then said to me,
As she said this I thought that this might actually turn out to be not that bad as I was sure she just wanted to have sex with me and she was so hot that I really didn’t care at all that she drugged me.
She then told me that she would be back soon.
About ten minutes or so later I heard the door bell go and heard another few girls’ voices.
I actually started to get quite excited about what I thought was going to happen.
The door opened again and Sājidah Imām the girl that had tied me up was standing with another two girls wearing latex dresses.
They came in and Sājidah Imām left.
One of them went in to her bag and brought a syringe out and injected it into my left arm which knocked me out cold.
I woke up hanging up spread eagle in a cellar dungeon.
Nothing fancies really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side.
I had locking cuffs on my ankles that were chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my Hindu crotch.
I couldn’t believe it.
Yesterday I’ve raped Ruqayyah Mujāhid myself.
And today I’m being raped.
My Bhogchakr was really even beyond my control.*
Samīnah Ħabīb was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day.
Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed.
She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout.
As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the Musalmān Beauties, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the University and friends she had known all her life to begin anew.
It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined.
Even her Hindu Lover, Durgesh, had found it easy to fit in to the new University and routine.
Even as she started to undress to take a shower, Durgesh was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.
As she undressed, Samīnah Ħabīb looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders.
They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought.
There was Sherī Åbbās, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Samīnah Ħabīb had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs.
Always with Sherī Åbbās were Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ, Padminī Tripāŧhī with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sherī Åbbās, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips were big.
Della Christ was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Della Christ’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out.
She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end.
Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.
Samīnah Ħabīb self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror.
Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.
Sherī Åbbās Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work lather up.
Samīnah Ħabīb began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation.
Sherī Åbbās was talking about her date the night before with me, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the Literary team.
Sherī Åbbās was talking about how it hadn’t taken me any time at all on our date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up.
She laughed as she described how desperate I had seemed as she thwarted my attempts to feel her up.
She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with me, kissing me and sucking tongues together.
She commented that I was really a good kisser with a really long tongue.
Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed as she said this.
Sherī Åbbās commented that she was going to go out with me on Friday and that she planned on letting me go a little further this time, maybe even letting me play with her tits a little bit.
As she said this, Sherī Åbbās reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure.
Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed.
Della Christ reached over and pinched one of Sherī Åbbās’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back.
Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.
As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Samīnah Ħabīb moved over next to Sherī Åbbās to ask her a question.
“Sherī Åbbās,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”
“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”
“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sherī Åbbās laughed.
“Yeah,” Della Christ commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”
“Well,” Sherī Åbbās answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”
Della Christ grimaced.
Sherī Åbbās laughed.
“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Samīnah Ħabīb inquired.
“Of course I have,” Sherī Åbbās responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”
“Hah,” Della Christ said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”
“Well, so what,” Sherī Åbbās retorted, “at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”
“I like the guys I go with,” Della Christ replied. “What about you, Samīnah Ħabīb, ever had been with a guy?”
“No, not like that. I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”
“Well, neither have I,” Padminī Tripāŧhī chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like these two,” she said laughing.
“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sherī Åbbās laughed. “I’ll bet that before the University year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in University wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”
“I don’t know,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”
“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Della Christ replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”
“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sherī Åbbās declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sherī Åbbās said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch Durgesh making out with me. My parents are away for the weekend so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get Durgesh to make out with me in the living room.”
“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Della Christ said laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”
“Sure,” Padminī Tripāŧhī said. “I think it’ll be funny that Durgesh won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Samīnah Ħabīb?”
“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sherī Åbbās said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”
With that they all went their way as they walked home.
As Samīnah Ħabīb lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends.
They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider.
Face it, she was.
I’ve only been here a month, Samīnah Ħabīb reminded herself.
They’ve known each other for years.
As she continued on her way, Samīnah Ħabīb thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska.
She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and Durgesh that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska.
It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction.
Midterm 2012 was due in India now.
Samīnah Ħabīb was worried that her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb might lose to her own Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm.
Her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb, was stupid enough not to resign from Indian National Congress.
He still thought inanely that UPA would return to power.
Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, laughed.
“Anna Hazare and his team have already caused Indian National Congress to lose Assembly Elections in five states, Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur. You still believe UPA can return to power. You are foolish.”
Padminī Tripāŧhī watched her father, Rām Sharañ Tripāthī.
He was fighting from Ayodhya parliamentary seat from Indian National Congress.
Padminī Tripāŧhī was worried that there were more than ninety percent chances he could lose to the BJP candidate.
Muħammad Åbbās was fighting from BJP there.
He has promised to his voters to build Rām Mandir at Ayodhya.
Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore.
Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time.
The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.
Just as she got to the street she lived on, Samīnah Ħabīb heard her name shouted from behind.
Turning around, she saw it was I, marching to catch up to her.
Samīnah Ħabīb really loved me.
I was so good- looking and nice.
Everyone seemed to like me.
I was medium, yet athletic, always did great at everything I tried.
As I caught up to her, I grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.
“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”
“Oh, Durgesh, I’m so happy for you,” Samīnah Ħabīb said, hugging me fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”
“How’s cheerleading going?” I inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”
“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the Musalmān Beauties and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sherī Åbbās in action.
“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked me.
“We’ll see,” I smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” I teased, knowing how shy she was.
“I’m not in any hurry,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”
“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”
Then we went into the house where Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, was beginning to fix dinner.
As Samīnah Ħabīb began to help with the dinner, she told her of her day in University, I being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the Literary team.
“Muħammad Ħbīb will be real proud of you,” Attāhirah Al Kulsūm said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”*
My rhythm, increased feeling Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nectar drip out of her hole and onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had replaced my fingers with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had to.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was adamant.
It was like warm water running down my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I’d never felt a Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot like this.
It was just so sweet and soaked.
I could feel her tense up as she slightly lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.
‘Is she cumming?’ I wondered.
I looked closely as she was quivering with delight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh my God, she is cumming!” I watched as my maternal cousin climaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was throbbing as her orgasm finished.
I loved the way she felt inside I didn’t even want to remove my Uncut Hindu Lund from her hole.
I left my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her until she slowly seemed to recover.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself smile shyly at me.
I was moving closer to Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I wanted to kiss her again as I’d done the other night.
We were about to lock lips when we heard loud noises.
It was the car behind us honking.
It looked like the streets were open again.
I quickly put the car on drive and I raced home.
I was going to make love to Arzumand Jahāngīr tonight.
There was no doubt about that.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew what was going to happen as well.
She was ready for it.
She was prepared to have I make love to her.
The siblings drove home full of raging desires for one another.
This time we weren’t going to let anything stop us.
The rain had stopped by the time Arzumand Jahāngīr and I got back to the apartment.
The sky above us looked clear as if it had never rained.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was eager to get inside and show I just how much she loved me.
Putting my car in park, I rushed to run around my car and open up Arzumand Jahāngīr’s door.
I held her hand as she got out of the car.
I wanted to kiss her now, but knew there were peering eyes bound to catch us.
We kept quiet as we headed up to the apartment.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot wet from her unbelievably erotic orgasm.
She watched me nervously fumble with the keys as I ppened the door.
She took a deep breath as I stepped aside to let her in.
This is it!
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew me t was time to let I love her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in the hallway hearing me close the door behind and locking it.
I turned the lights on.
She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I put my arms around her from behind.
My body felt so strong, so good against her petite body.
“I love you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I whimpered in her ear as I pushed her hair aside letting my lips brush against the back of her neck.
My hands were on her shoulders and she reached with her own hands to place them on me.
“I-I love you too Durgesh,” she said nervously.
My hot breath was gliding on her skin so gently.
My lips kissed her skin tenderly and Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel My Uncut Hindu Cock hard as I stood behind her.
She felt me slide my arms around her waist holding her tight.
I loved the way my little maternal cousin felt.
She felt so fragile and innocent.
I could smell the light touch of her perfume as the aroma dazzled me.
I was finally getting my fantasy to come true.
I had her to myself, finally.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want you. I want you so bad!” I spoke softly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me turn her around to face me.
I looked at her childlike face.
I leaned down to kiss her.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips met with mine and we shared an intense kiss.
Arzumand Jahāngīr let herself go, accepting me kiss once again.
My kiss had left her wanting me more.
My tongue slithered in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth as we touched tongues exchanging saliva from our eager mouths.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I both moaned while we kissed so erotically.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wasn’t sure if it was the fact that, she was kissing me that got her so turned on, or the fact that she was truly in love with me.
I didn’t see Arzumand Jahāngīr as my maternal cousin , I saw her as a beautiful young Musalmān lady that wanted me .
And I wanted her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr broke our kiss and tightened her hold she had on my waist.
“Durgesh, let me make love to you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t believe it herself that she was speaking out her true feelings.
My eyes widened.
My little maternal cousin wanted to ride my Uncut Hindu Cock!
She had already succeeded.
She made me to do it in the car.
Yet, it was not enough.
She actually wanted to slide her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot up and down my aching Uncut Hindu Cock.
Oh, fuck that was hot!
I grabbed my maternal cousin and lifted her up in my arms.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at first taken by surprise.
“Let’s go to my room,” I said as I carried her.
In my room, I kicked off my shoes and moved towards Arzumand Jahāngīr like a mad man.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t resist my touch.
We kissed with hungry kisses and Arzumand Jahāngīr was losing herself more with me than with any other man she’d ever been with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed me towards my bed.
She wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her right away.
She’d been keeping all her feeling to herself but tonight she was going to let me know everything she felt for me.
“Oh I ! I wanna see your Uncut Hindu Cock!” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out putting her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock over my pants.
“Get it out of my pants darling.” I said in a lustful rage.
I just let myself fall back on the bed with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock showing through my slacks.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stood above me looking shy but very curious.
She zipped down my pants and pulled out my aching throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down and her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes grew wide looking at my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was everything she’d fantasized it would be.
My thick mushroom head was slimy with precum.
The glow of my precum was making her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth water.
She stepped back and took her sandals off.
She let her own shaky hands pull her panties down.
I watched my little maternal cousin get on top of me.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body felt so light, so beautiful.
She leaned down to kiss me softly as my hands brought down her spaghetthe straps from her dress.
Her amazing breasts fell out right away.
They were a c-cup size.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nipples were small and thick in a dark pink color.
I reached up to put one of my maternal cousin’s breasts in my palm.
Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back moaning as I squeezed her nipple.
She could feel my fingers on her nipples.
She was so ready for anything I was willing to give her.
She’d never really had a chance to make love to a man she really loved.
But now she was here with a man she loved with all of her heart.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching as I squeezed her nipple.
My precum was getting all over her legs but she didn’t care.
She loved my Durgeshly juices on her.
Though she kept wondering what my Hindu cum would feel like inside her.
“Mmmm yes! Squeeze my nipples Durgesh darling,” She rasped out.
I moved from one nipple to the other taking turns squeezing them.
I cupped each breast with one hand as I kissed them.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down as she watched me kiss her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
My palm was hungry for her tits.
I couldn’t take any more.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, fuck me. Fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock darling,” I said roughly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her hair to the side and lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up enough to get my big Uncut Hindu Cock ready to go inside her.
She grabbed it with her hand and felt it pulsing as she lightly stroked it.
I put my hand over hers as she looked at me.
“Are you on birth control or do you want me to wearing protection?” I asked in the heat of the moment.
Arzumand Jahāngīr just gave me a devilish grin.
“I’m on the pill, dear.”
“Oh, fuck! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, I want you Arzumand Jahāngīr! I want you!” I moaned anxiously.
Arzumand Jahāngīr straddled me and slowly slid her tight excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmgggghhhh,” she wailed loudly as My Uncut Hindu Cock was piercing her tight little hole.
She could feel my manhood creeping inside her, opening her up.
“Yes baby, that’s right. fuck big Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Do it Arzumand Jahāngīr. I love you!” I was holding on tightly to her waist.
“Oh I love you Durgesh. I love you so much!” Arzumand Jahāngīr was now shrilling loudly as she finally got all of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her.
She started moving her hips around seductively savoring the feel and length of My Uncut Hindu Cock.
I had never felt a tighter excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot than this.
She seemed so innocent, yet she knew damn well what she was doing.
Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly began to grind her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.
I felt so incredible!
She could feel the veins of my Uncut Hindu Cock massaging her inside.
Moving her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body faster she was now on a rampage fucking My Uncut Hindu Cock.
I held on to her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pinching her nipples as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock being smashed by my maternal cousin ‘s warm juices.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot glided gracefully up and down my long Hindu shaft.
I felt each stroke of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot pulling my skin up and down making me want to explode hard in her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was feeling the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Cock as she rode it.
She couldn’t believe she was finally here, making love to me .
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was now adjusting to my size and more letting her enjoy this wonderful lovemaking.
“Yes! Oh, that’s it! Keep riding me baby!” I was breathless.
“Mmmmm your Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed as she fucked My Uncut Hindu Cock harder now, pouncing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot so hard making my balls move up and down.
She’d clench her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund making me want to lose control.
I suddenly felt my balls tighten with sperm ready to shoot out into my maternal cousin’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
I was going to cum hard.
I just knew it!
I shut my eyes tightly for a few seconds as I was starting to release my Hindu cum.
“Mhmmmmm Arzumand Jahāngīr! I’m cumming! I’m fuckin’ cumming!” I groaned loudly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr accelerated her speed and felt me shooting out my Hindu cum all inside her.
She felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body jolt for a minute as she took my shot of cum.
It was incredibly sexy.
I felt as if I was shooting out gallons of cum.
I’d shot out at least 6 times long angry ropes of cum.
I’d wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr for days now and now I saw what she could do to me.
She was reaching an amazing climax right there on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp my Uncut Hindu Lund hard and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shook madly.
She looked at me as she came.
“Yes baby, cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock. Fuck yes!” I grabbed her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts harder feeling her nipples erect more as she was finishing her orgasm.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself weaken after an intense orgasm.
She laid her head down on my chest.
She could hear my heart beating rapidly.
She was so out of breath and spent.
I just ran my Uncut Hindu Lund through her hair as I held her close to me.
“You’re amazing Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I murmured.
Arzumand Jahāngīr moved looking up at me.
“I love you Durgesh. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man.”
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want to be with you.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed my lips lightly. “I’m scared Durgesh darling. What if we fall deeply and madly in love?”
I didn’t respond.
I just stroked her pretty face and let her lay her head back on my chest. “It’s too late Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m already deeply and madly in love with you,” I finally responded.
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed brushing her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips on my chest.
She was fearful of what the future had in store for us, yet she was so intrigued by being her my lover.4
Arzumand Jahāngīr rested on top of me feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock soften inside her.
She brought herself up laying down next to me as we stared into each other’s eyes.
She kept thinking of all the times we used to fight when we were younger.
I used to pull her bra and she’d chase me around the house.
I used to tease her when she wore her braces. Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled to herself as she recalled those Moments.
Never in her life had she imagined she’d be like this.
In love with me.
“How do you think we can get away with this relationship?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as she ran her finger on my lips.
“I don’t know. We have to be very careful Arzumand Jahāngīr.” My gaze was on her pretty face with my hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
“You mean we have to sneak around?”
“Well sort of. Yes, I guess you can say that. At least for the time being.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes saddened.
“I hate the fact that we’ll have to sneak around. I’d love to be able to tell anyone how much I love you.”
“Even Mumānījān and Māmūjān?” I asked raising my eyebrows.
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed as she cringed. “Well I guess not everyone.”
I held Arzumand Jahāngīr closer to me.
I’d watch her grow up to be a beautiful young lady.
She had grace, style and beauty all in one package.
How could any guy resist her?
“Arzumand Jahāngīr. We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me. Like I have been wanting for that past week.” I said kissing her forehead.
“DURGESH, it’s so strange how we fell in love, don’t you think?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked stroking my hair.
I kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips tenderly.
“Yes it is. I wish the circumstances were different.”
“Oh Durgesh, why does life have to be so cruel, yet so kind? I mean I think it’s cruel for it to fall madly in love with you, and kind that I’ve found a man like you to love, to cherish.”
I just held Arzumand Jahāngīr tightly feeling her warmth.
She felt so womanly, yet so much like a young child.
The aroma of our sex was all over the room and I loved the sense it brought.
“I’m gonna take a shower Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting up.
I raised myself up from the bed.
“Can I take one with you?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.
“I’d love to have you in the shower with me.”
“Alright then!” I cheered.
We walked into the shower, still half clothed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned on the shower making it a nice hot one.
The water started to run warm and then hot making the room steamy.
I stood before my maternal cousin and slowly raised her dress.
My hands slid on her firm bottom feeling it, fondling it.
“Mmmm I never thought you’d be touching my butt like this.”
I lifted her dress up over her taking it all off.
“Well, I never thought I’d want you so much.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr stood there completely naked.
Even though the room was hot, her nipples were hard.
I was almost breathless looking at my maternal cousin naked.
Eīshān, God, she looks delicious I thought to myself.
Her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts so firm, her tummy so flat, her skin so soft and delicate.
“You’re so beautiful, Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m falling more in love with you each second.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr held me close to her naked skin. “I love you Durgesh. I love you so much.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr began pulling out the rest of my shirt.
Somewhat of it was still tucked in my loose open pants.
I stood back as Arzumand Jahāngīr unbuttoned my shirt.
She did each button slowly never taking her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes off me.
Finally, with the last button my shirt came open exposing my hard chest.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes devoured my manly body.
Her hands moved down to my pants sliding them off leaving me in my boxers.
I stepped out of my pants and took off my socks.
I grabbed Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s hands and put them on my waist pushing them down slowly removing my boxers.
She felt herself gasp looking at me there, completely naked.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again.
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled modestly.
“Come on; let’s get in the shower, before the hot water runs out.” I said playfully.
We both stepped into the steamy water together.
I stood behind Arzumand Jahāngīr holding her under the waterfall.
I watched her hair get wet as the water hit us.
I ran my hands up and down her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes feeling my hands roaming every part of her.
She reached out to grab the spring smelling bar of soap lathering it in her hands.
I grabbed it from her hand.
I glided my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breasts letting the soap suds run down her chest.
Arzumand Jahāngīr leaned her head back and our lips met for a sensual kiss.
Yes, touch me more. Don’t ever stop Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
I kept lathering up more soap and ran my hands down Arzumand Jahāngīr’s body making sure she was covered up with soap bubbles.
The scent of soap filled the room reminding us that it was just us, alone in the shower.
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around letting her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes meet with me.
She pressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against my letting the suds get on my body.
We began to kiss losing ourselves under this wonderful rain of water that covered us, protected us from the real world.
The soap was washing off our bodies slowly.
I looked over to my right to grab the bottle of shampoo.
I smiled down at Arzumand Jahāngīr as she looked up at me with admiring eyes.
I poured some of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s apple smelling shampoo on the palm of my hands and placed it on her hair.
Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled softly as I began to wash her hair.
My hands massaged her head as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund lightly on her hair.
I stared down at Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She was so gorgeous standing there naked as I washed her hair.
Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back slightly letting the water wash off the shampoo.
I just observed this beautiful sight.
The shampoo ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body slow like honey.
I grabbed the bar of soap again lathering it up once more to start rubbing Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot with it.
Arzumand Jahāngīr whined softly feeling me washing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
My hands gently ran up and down her wet slit.
She got a hold of the soap and returned the favor.
She got a handful of suds and placed her hand on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
She stroked it up and down washing me up.
I bit my lip enjoying Arzumand Jahāngīr’s touch.
Arzumand Jahāngīr took the bottle of my shampoo and got a handful of it as she started washing my hair.
I laughed as she reached her little arms up lathering up my hair.
I picked her up a little as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I love being here with you,” I whimpered.
“I want this moment to last forever, “Arzumand Jahāngīr responded holding me tightly.
I dipped my head under the water letting the shampoo wash off my hair as it fell onto us both.
Arzumand Jahāngīr helped by rinsing my hair out.
I carefully turned around as I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr in my arms.
I placed her back against the tile wall.
“I want to be inside you again Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me softly.
“Yes. Make love to me again Durgesh.”
I adjusted her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and immediately plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sensitive excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Arzumand Jahāngīr let out a loud moan as I entered her once again.
I began to thrust my hips madly as my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly entered and exited her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
We kissed passionately as we made love while the water continued to bathe us.
I loved the way Arzumand Jahāngīr’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot swallowed up my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I could feel her still so tight and warm.
I never wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.
I wanted to be in her eternally.
Arzumand Jahāngīr held on to me tightly as I made love to her.
It was so erotic making love in the shower.
She’d always fantasized about doing that someday, but now that day was here.
She was glad to be able to share it with such an amazing person, DURGESH, her Hindu lover.
“You feel so good. I want to explode in you again, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me with love.
“Do it Durgesh, my Hindu Love. Just let yourself cum into me. I want to take it all again.”
A few more thrusts and I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock spurting out cum right inside Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Each shot of my Hindu cum that Arzumand Jahāngīr took from me, made her shudder.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
My wife Nāzimah Yåqūb and I, Muħammad Yåqūb; got married five yeas ago.
We are happily married except only one problem.
I suffer from pre-mature ejaculation.
Earlier, we had sex very often and I could satisfy her easily.
But, since she gave birth to a girl child, her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became slightly loose.
I stopped feeling the previous tightness around my already cut Musalmān Cock, each time we fucked.
On top of that my premature ejaculation!
No wonder our sex life hit rock bottom.
It was very bad, actually worst, for the great Yåqūb Family.
If we had sex even once in a month, I could thank Allah for it.
Naturally, I got addicted to reading Ashvinātam sex stories online in
the office and jerking off once and even thrice everyday in the office toilet.
Why Ashvinātam sex stories online only?
Because only they were scientific, natural, realistic, and psychologically best of all of the remaining sex stories even.
Meanwhile my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was getting frustrated, because she didn’t get much sexual release, even though I made her orgasm with my fingers each time we had sex.
There was a huge football field where we live.
Every Weekend, it was taken over by immigrant Hindu workers from countries like, India, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Africa.
So if you go that side after 6pm on a Saturday or Sunday, it’s like an area oozing Hindu male smell.
The whiff of Hindu male bodies, sweat and musky smells is overpowering.
Plus if a Musalmān female walks past, there were easily thousands of lusty, sex-starved Hindu eyes watching her every move.
Although my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, didn’t like to walk past the football field on weekends, I liked to walk in the middle of all these Hindu men staring at my wife’s extremely beautiful female Musalmān body.
It gave me a strange thrill and always brought my, otherwise impotent cut Musalmān Cock to attention.
We had to cross the field to go to the other side, where there were vegetable and fish markets and the supermarket was also there.
One weekend a friend of mine volunteered to look after our daughter, so that we could have a romantic dinner on our own.
We were quite happy to be alone in privacy.
We went to this nice bar to have a few drinks.
I only drank beers but my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, gobbled one after another
glass of wine and even a few gin and tonics.
We didn’t even bother about dinner.
But after four hours of drinking and chatting, we were feeling no pain.
In fact, my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, couldn’t even walk properly and I had to support her on my shoulder.
Anyway, we decided to go for a stroll to clear our heads before reaching our home.
So we got off the taxi and started walking.
It was about 1 AM now and the football field was empty.
On the far side of the field, there was a big banyan tree.
We were behind the tree.
I kissed her, knowing fully well she wouldn’t care what I did in her intoxicated state.
I pinned her to the tree trunk and started groping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
She just mumbled something and slumped off.
I was very pissed off.
Not only had she left me high and dry but she had also passed out.
I didn’t know how to carry her to our house which was a good 10 minutes
And Nāzimah Yåqūb was not very light weight either.
So I thought, I would leave her there and get a taxi.
We were on the road side anyway so it would be easier for me as well.
I jumped off the road and waited for a taxi.
I saw one taxi parked slightly off the road about 200 yards away so I ran and got him to turn around.
I asked him if he would help me get my wife in the taxi.
He reluctantly agreed and we walked down to get her up.
But Nāzimah Yåqūb was not alone anymore.
I was shocked and excited at the same time.
Three native looking Hindu men were around her.
They were all fully clothed but their Uncut Hindu Cocks were out.
I could see in the street light, their dirty, unwrinkled Uncut Hindu Cocks.
One enormous Uncut Hindu Cock was about to enter my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s loose Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
I saw in amazement as this Hindu worker rubbed his black Uncut Hindu Cockhead on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussylips and slowly eased it in.
The entire length of the Uncut Hindu Cock which was about eight inches long and at least four inches thick entered my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s sloppy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
The three Hindu men noticed us and without realizing that I was her husband, invited us to enjoy their loot.
The taxi driver, a filthy looking Hindu man in his 60s, was over there in seconds and had chucked his trousers to reveal a fast enlarging veiny Uncut Hindu Cock.
He smiled winking at me lewdly, and at the other three, before telling them my real identity that I was the husband.
He held my head from the ears so hard that I thought my ears would be torn out.
Then he moved my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock, which smelled so bad that I couldn’t breathe for a minute.
He forced my mouth open with his purple Uncut Hindu Cock which was hard as steel and started fucking my mouth like it was a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Who could have believed it?
Yet, it was true.
It was happening.
The one worker fucking my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, grunted loudly in his religious Sanskr’t language, which could only mean that he was emptying his Hindu balls into my wife Nāzimah Yåqūb’s fertile Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
The three Hindu men then forced me to clean my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with my tongue, and swallow all their combined Hindu sperms, mixed with my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vaginal juices.
I had to do it.
To my utter surprise, I even enjoyed it all, very much.
Was I a gay Musalmān?
I shuddered at the realization.
I loved that I was treated as I was.
Only when all of them had gone, did I realize that my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was awake and smiling.
Still fingering her well lubed and fucked Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy she said,
And I knew, I would comply, but not without testing (tasting?) the Uncut Hindu Cock myself first.
“You gay impotent,”she laughed, “What do you think, I didn’t watch you?”
I winked at Nāzimah Yåqūb,
Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed,
“One who fucked me in my ravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, is named ‘Bishnoo’.”
“Oh, you know them?” I was excited.
“The second one, who fucked me in my ass first, is named ‘Brahmdev’.”
“Great!” I smiled.
“The third one, whom I sucked mostly, is named ‘Mahéshvar’.”
“Måshā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” I winked at my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, “You are now Bhagvatī Mahālaxmī Bhārgav, Bhagvatī Sarasvatī, and Bhagvatī Pārvatī, all the three in one. Congratulations.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb looked at me perplexed.
“Did not understand?”
“No.” Nāzimah Yåqūb replied innocently.
“‘Bishnoo’, ‘Brahmdev’, ‘Mahéshvar’—Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh—the famous Tridev of the Hindus, themselves have fucked you today.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb burst into a laughter.
I also joined my wife, in her ecstasy.
It was somewhat difficult to find all the three of them.
But it was necessary to save our skins and names.
Taxi driver was easy to find.
In fact, he himself came to me,
“I have prepared the entire video with my mobile.” He smiled at me.
I looked at him gravely,
He sat on the chair in front of me.
“What do you want?”
“Ask what do we want.”
“Oh, so it all was preplanned?”
“What do you think?”
“You are not afraid of my powers?”
He laughed contemptuously,
“Your powers? Your powers? We fucked your extremely beautiful wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, and you cleaned our juices from her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass, diving your tongue into both of them.”
“So what?” I asked him calmly.
“So what?” he almost spat at me, “If you want to experience more, just wait and watch.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
114. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
What a memorable day at— “FātimahNIKETAN”!
As I strolled inside the room, Nāzimah Yåqūb, my friend, Farħān’s and my wife Farħānah’s grand Ammī, was standing in front of the mirror revealing her back to me.
Her 62 years old Musalmān buttocks were still immensely attractive.
She took care of her majestic Sunni Musalmān body so much.
She had sex with my Grandfather, but she did not marry him.
She married Muħammad Yåqūb instead.
‘She still looks hot at 62’, I told myself with a secret smile.
She was apparently not looking perturbed by any means, although she was putting on her blouse hooks.
After all, I was her granddaughter’s husband, her grandson’s friend, and there was no reason she must react differently, even though I had not bothered to knock the door, as I came in.
“Many more happy returns of the day.” I said.
I reached right behind Nāzimah Yåqūb and hugged her from behind.
“Oh Durgesh,” Nāzimah Yåqūb’s eyes moistened at once, “I never imagined even you would remember my birthday.”
“You are a wonderful darling, grand Ammī!” I said as I tightened my grip lewdly on her beautiful Musalmān waist.
“Hmm,” Nāzimah Yåqūb whimpered, “But that doesn’t give you the liberty to tease your Grand Ammī like the way you are doing right now. Take off your hands before your grandpa comes around.”
“Does he know that it is your birthday today?” I asked without relieving Farħānah’s grand Ammī from my grip.
I did not intend to.
She was extremely beautiful and sexy.
“He always does,” Nāzimah Yåqūb turned around and replied with a smile, “He was the first person to wish me today. He woke me up and wished me with a warm kiss.”
Nāzimah Yåqūb blushed like a young Musalmān girl after narrating her early morning romantic piece with her husband.
She always felt pride about her husband who still was agile and romantic when presented with an opportunity.
But, NOT ON BED.
His romance was limited to when she was fully dressed only.
“Only warm kiss? Your birthday present from your so called loving hubby?”
“Hey, what do you have for my birthday present yourself?” Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed challengingly.
“Aren’t you feeling your birthday present between your beautiful Sunni Musalmān Buttocks?”
She was delightfully surprised, immensely, incredibly,
“What? Your Uncut Hindu Penis?”
“I can’t believe it. Farħānah says you are only 33.” Her voice was filled with immense pleasure, “Do you really mean it?”
“Yes, darling. Why not? You are still immensely beautiful.”
“Do you realize what you are gifting me?” Nāzimah Yåqūb was as happy as a child with a new toy she had dreamed very much.
“Of course! Certainly.”
“You mean you’d fuck me, from now on, regularly, to the rest of my life?” She was too happy to control herself.
My Uncut Hindu Penis had started getting harder, stronger, thicker and lustier.
She had not removed it, still, from between her still extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Buttocks.
Suddenly she removed her shalwar and panty both, unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Penis out, by removing my pant and underwear too.
Now we were fully nude below our waists.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick , somewhat backing my waist first.
Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed and whirled immediately to face me.
My Hindu Prick came out of her ass.
“Not from the backdoor, darling,” Nāzimah Yåqūb, my wife Farħānah’s grand Ammī, winked at me, “it’d be a great insult to your so precious and unique gift to me. Let me honor it properly, and greet at my front openings.”
“Openings?” I smiled, “In plural?”
“Why not? I’ve two at my front and only one in the back. All the three are yours, but let me kiss and suck it first, fuck me, and then enter my Female Sunni Musalmān asshole. I’m all yours, my darling!”
I remembered a previous encounter with her:
*Even though the old couples were on the wrong side of 60, they never seemed to be missing their intimate Moments even after four decades of the marriage, because she managed to have sex not only with my own Grandpa, but with my father also.
She had squeezed my own Uncut Hindu Penis once or twice too.
She loved all the three of us.
A great Musalmān woman!
Was she not?
“I think you are thinking about grandpa,” I spoke after I watched the glow in Farħānah’s grand Ammī’s eyes.
“Very much,” Nāzimah Yåqūb replied with another smile, “There is hardly anytime I don’t think of him.”
“But, he is deeply engrossed with the newspaper at the Moment.” I said in a teasing tone, “If I were him, I would be flipping your clothes rather than the pages in the newspaper.”
“That’s because you are a Hindu.” Nāzimah Yåqūb said as she began looking at me from head to foot, “You don’t know how much you resemble your own grandfather, I loved.”
“You loved my grandfather, but you did not marry him, ultimately.”
“Yåqūb agreed that your grandfather and I can still have sex after his nikāħ with me. It removed the necessity of my marriage with your Hindu grandpa, my son.”
I was not keen to hold back any longer.
I turned Nāzimah Yåqūb around to face me and gently let her back lean against the wall.
I did not want to hold her roughly although she was still under a tight leash even as I held her with moderate Hindu strength.
Nāzimah Yåqūb’s smiles began to fade as I closed in letting the bulge in my pant prick on her waist.
The noble grand Ammī closed her still beautiful Musalmān eyes for a while and when she eventually reopened, she could not resist her temptation to look down.
Her aging female Musalmān body, yet still extremely beautiful, experienced a mild shiver as she could imagine how aroused I was, if my huge Hindu bulge was any indication.
“Is this the way you make your Musalmān grand Ammī happy on her birthday?” she asked weakly.
Yet, she pressed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks onto my crotch.
My Uncut Hindu Penis entered the warm Female Musalmān crack.
What a hot Musalmān Beauty!
Still making me mad to fuck her at her 62.
I stopped for a brief Moment before I leaned towards her.
“Durgesh,” Nāzimah Yåqūb murmured after my lips parted, “You are educated. Do I need to tell you that whatever you are trying to do is wrong? Think about our family traditions and cultures. Don’t get carried away by your youthful Hindu emotions.”
“Suck me.”I suggested.
“No. It’s my birthday, not yours, Hindu Playboy! You have to give me present, not me to you.” There was pride in her very Musalmān eyes.
She reminded me Lailā Åbbās, one of her best friends.
Yet, there was some difference too.
Sidrah Aħmad was the sexiest of the trio.
If some Hindu male was not interested in her sexually, despite her maddening extraordinary dazzling Musalmān beauty, she felt it a challenge to her, and without any fail, would mastermind the events, in such a way, that soon the Hindu would be pleading to her to have sex with him, please!
Their great age differences, even, were no bar.
“I have been requested to take care of the family business.” I replied with a smirk, “I will do it once I get it. For now, I want to take you over.”
“I’m not available.” Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at me, “You already have my grand daughter, Farħānah Yåqūb, and that’s all you can have from Yåqūb family.”
I laughed penetrating her beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass,
“And why can’t I do it, Sālī?” I squeezed her still erect Musalmān Boobs.
“I’m old enough to be your own grand mother, “Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled, “and you are calling me, ‘Sālī’?”
“Because you are.”
“I’ve already fucked your sisters.”
She was stunned,
“My real sisters?”
“You must be mad. One of them, Nauheed Rizwānah is, 78.”
“That’s what you say.”
“What? Nauheed Bājī is really 78, Vallah.”
“She can’t be more than 60.”
“You are really mad. I’m 62, idiot. She is 16 yrs older to me. I’m the youngest sister of my eight sisters and three brothers family.”
“And that’s why you want to fuck me too.” Nāzimah Yåqūb looked at me contemptuously.
“You’ve fucked all my eight sisters, if your claim is right. Isn’t it?”
“Well, there are other reasons too.”
“Oh, Are there?”Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed fanatically.
My fingers kept exploring her clothes in search of her nipples.
Nāzimah Yåqūb knew that I was growing enormously between her Musalmān thighs and she needed to stop me before I go out of bounds.
“For Allah’s sake leave me,” Nāzimah Yåqūb gathered the strength to push off my hands from her Musalmān breasts, “I want you to leave this room at once.”
I did not look even least disappointed at my wife, Farħānah’s grand Ammī ’s defiance.
I never presumed that it would be just another cake walk for me to seduce the old Musalmān woman whom I thought might be starved of sex at the fag end of her life.
It was not to be.
I knew that although she looked tentative, there was some determination in her eyes that stopped me from making any further moves at present.
Moreover, it was her birthday and I was not keen in forcing her any more.
“OK,” I murmured and began walking away from her.
Nāzimah Yåqūb kept looking at her granddaughter’s handsome young Hindu husband.
She knew that she had disappointed me, but there was not any way she could oblige.
Being the first woman of the Yåqūb family, she knew that she always had to tread quite carefully in whatever she did.
She was not daring enough to break the conventions of the family that was a blend of mutual trust and sexual sanctity.
I had almost regained my senses as I left Nāzimah Yåqūb’s room.
I recollected Farħānah’s grand Ammī’s face turning red in anger before I eventually relieved her from my lusty Hindu grip.
Even then, I never feared that Nāzimah Yåqūb might tell my parents about whatever had transpired in her room.
My father Vishvās Shakr Mānav happened to be the eldest son in law in the Yåqūb clan.
Although Yåqūb did his part in looking after the family business, he often found himself in tight situations mainly because of his unscrupulous investments in the share market.
He clearly lacked common sense although he was 47.
Sāliħah, my Mother in law Ammī, was a more dynamic Musalmān woman in comparison to my almost impotent Musalmān father in law, Muħammad.
She left no stone unturned being the eldest daughter in law of the Yåqūb family, more often than not for her selfish motives.
She was beautiful and gentle which never gave any clue about how shrewd and selfish she was.
I had realized long back that my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah, was perhaps the most cunning, manipulative and self-centered Muslim woman I had ever come across in the family.
I struggled hard to look normal to the best of my abilities because I knew that my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, was too clever to discover even the slightest change in anyone’s behavior.
Nevertheless, after a while, I had to realize that I should not overdo ever even a bit.
“Son, you seem to be trying to hide something from me,” my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, spoke as she came close to me with what I knew was a very wicked smile.
“What do you mean Ammījān?” I questioned with all the conviction.
“See, you are not looking at me while speaking,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said as her fingers began stroking my hair gently, “I don’t think you should ever hide things from your own Musalmān wife’s Ammī, more so if it is causing you any disturbance.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was right.
I realized that I needed to confide my feelings to someone who would not disclose my delicate problems to anyone.
Being my wife’s Ammī, My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, would not dare to speak out although I knew that I was about to give her a shock of her life.
“Still don’t think like telling me?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, asked as she stopped stroking her fingers on my hair.
“Please sit down,” I murmured.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, immediately sat next to me on the couch.
“I have something to confess,” I began and My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb’s eyes widened as she listened to what she heard from me.
Although enraged by her Hindu son’s in law revelations, she could not help feeling somewhat funny about the whole thing.
It was a bit hard for her to believe that a young Hindu man like Durgesh would crave for a Musalmān woman like Nāzimah Yåqūb, who incidentally is his wife’s grandAmmī as well.
“What have you done my son?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb sounded quite firm, “You nearly brought absolute disgrace to the whole Yåqūb family.”
“Forgive me,” I whimpered, “I swear I will never try doing such things again.”
“It is good that you repent,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, gave a gentle pat on her son’s in law Hindu shoulders. “But, you do deserve some punishment for whatever you did.”
“Ammījān!” I was surprised.
“Remove your tie,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb instructed coldly.
I was obviously intrigues with her peculiar instruction.
However, I knew that I had to obey my Musalmān wife’s Ammī any way.
I quietly loosened his tie and pulled it off.
“Stand up,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb told me, “Stand up and turn around.”
I stood up and stood showing my back to my Sāsū Ammī.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb grabbed, pulled my hands behind me and began winding the tie around both my wrists.
Even I could not understand what my Mother in law Ammī was about to do.
I kept mum although My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was using all her strength to tie my hands really tight and hard.
“Are you going to spank me, Ammījān?” Durgesh turned around, smiled and asked once My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was through.
“Not really,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said with a cheeky smile. “Something more severe than that.”
“I am anxious Ammījān,” I confessed. “Tell me what you are up to.”
“You need not be,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb replied, “I just want to ensure that you don’t repeat such things in the future.”
I watched curiously, as My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb dropped to the floor on her knees.
She looked up and flashed a smile at her Hindu son in law before her hands pulled down my zip within no time.
She was not answering me.
As soon as she had rolled down my pants to my ankles, she hurriedly pulled down my brief as well.
She gazed at my hard Uncut Hindu Dick getting erect from my groin.
Indeed, it was long and very thick. Her beautiful Musalmān hands eagerly gripped the whole of my Uncut Hindu shaft and began massaging all around.
“I hope you do know what the punishment is all about,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb smiled at her son in law.
I was so amazed to see my Mother in law Ammī Sāliħah Yåqūb holding my Uncut Hindu Dick that I could not reply to her.
Knowing my embarrassment, My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb took my Uncut Hindu Dick to her beautiful Musalmān mouth and swallowed it just in one gulp.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb looked up and smiled to herself knowing that my Hindu moan was the right indication of my sudden excitement.
She began using her beautiful quivering Musalmān lips and Musalmān tongue all around my Hindu meat letting the warmth of her Musalmān mouth settle on my sensitive thick Uncut Hindu Dick.
I humped up and down on my heels as Sāliħah’s Musalmān tongue relentlessly lashed against the whole of my Uncut Hindu Dick until I felt like closing to an explosion.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb sucked her way back to the tip after a while and slowly let it slide from her mouth.
“This is far better than getting inside a very old Musalmān woman,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said mockingly.
“I bet it is,” I admitted.
I had been throwing back my head in the air.
My arms were feeling strained behind.
“Should I continue?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb asked.
“Please,” I pleaded with her.
I watched My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, taking my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her beautiful Musalmān mouth all over again.
She had realized that there was not any need for her to be gentle with my Uncut Hindu Dick anymore as I was already enjoying the blow job.
She began showing her true Musalmān Sex prowess as she went about sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick as if there would not be any tomorrow.
My Hindu moans became louder and louder as I watched my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, giving my Uncut Hindu Dick, the much needed Musalmān treatment.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb realized that I was about to shoot off soon and kept sucking without loosing her Momentum.
After a while, she looked up and watched me settling down.
“I guess you feel more excited watching me working,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said with a smirk.
“Oh yes,” I screamed, “I never imagined that you must be so good.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb was apparently pleased with her Hindu son’s in law compliments as she resumed on my Uncut Hindu Dick and began working deliriously until I eventually closed towards my Hindu explosion.
“I am going to shoot,” I murmured.
My Hindu body trembled in excitement.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb devoured my Uncut Hindu Dick deep inside her Musalmān throat.
I watched my Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, swallow my Hindu semen as I exploded inside her beautiful Musalmān mouth, load after load.
Her hands were slowing down and so was her mouth.
She did not spare even the last drop of my Hindu cum as she hungrily gulped everything she could.
“Thanks Ammījān,” I said as I gasped for breath, “Set me free now at least.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb stood up and began wiping her beautiful mm mouth.
“Remember my son,” she said in a very firm voice, “I have just relieved you from your tension. This is a little secret between both of us. I want you not to expect anything more from me. Is that clear?”
“I agree,” I had to agree, at least for present, “Now let me go.”
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb quickly freed my arms.
I glanced at my wrists, which had a few impressions of the tight tie.
“Did I hurt you?” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb sounded concerned.
“Of course not,” I replied smilingly, “That was a wonderful blow iob. But, I am not content anyway.”
I pounced on My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb pushing her onto the couch. My hands cupped her Musalmān breasts and began kneading them.
“Stop this Durgesh,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb screamed, “We have an agreement. If you do anything silly, I will never relieve you again.”
I realized that she was serious.
I slowly removed my hands off her Musalmān breasts and got on my feet.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb watched as I began pulling up my brief and pants without saying anything.
She began setting her dress right and stood up from the couch.
“Try to understand,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb placed her hands on my hair and said, “Only blowJob and nothing more.”
Both My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb and I looked tentative hearing to Muħammad Yåqūb who was calling her.
“Your grandpa is calling,” My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb said as she began to walk. “Don’t forget. This is our little secret.”
At 65 years, Muħammad Yåqūb still remained the king of the Yåqūb family.
Blessed with wealth and virtues, he epitomized the values of a generation that never jumped the lanes.
He remained honest to the core irrespective of temptations from the earthly world.
Moments after My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb had left my room, I was still sitting recollecting the little erotic encounters I had with Farħān’s grand Ammī and Ammī.
I felt immensely relieved to hear roars of laughter coming from downstairs.
He thought that Nāzimah Yåqūb might be making a complaint about my deeds to the rest of the family members.
I heaved a sigh of relief as I knew that the laughter meant that everything is very much normal in the house.
I took a few more minutes to relax myself before I eventually went downstairs.
I smiled as I saw Nāzimah Yåqūb sitting next to Farħānah’s grandfather in the sitting room.
Through the corner of his eyes, I observed that she was smiling as though nothing had happened on that day.
The sitting room looked like a crowded railway platform.
Apart from my parents, I saw both his paternal uncles sitting with their Musalmān wives.
In addition, I also saw my wife, Farħānah’s aunt Sādiyah Muħammad joining the conversation.
“Come on Durgesh,” Grandpa Muħammad Yåqūb called me, “I hope you do know that today is your grand Ammī ’s birthday?”
I glanced at Farħān’s grand Ammī who struggled hard concealing her smile.
“He was the third person to wish me today,” Nāzimah Yåqūb said.
I looked up and watched the plain expression on Farħān’s grand Ammī’s face.
I felt better as I knew that she had apparently ignored my sexual advances earlier in the day.
“I see,” Muħammad Yåqūb sounded a bit surprised. “I was the first to wish you. Who was the second?”
“Raziyah Kħalīl,” Nāzimah Yåqūb quipped.
Raziyah Kħalīl, daughter of the family Imām, has always remained close to Nāzimah Yåqūb.
Muħammad Yåqūb glanced at my father, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, Vikram Shakr Mānav and Pratap Shakr Mānav, my paternal uncles and his three sons in law who looked thoroughly vivacious.
Every one of them knew that it was their Sāsū Ammī’s birthday, and importance thereof.
Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad’s face was was also brighter.
Yet, the atmosphere in the room was getting tense.
My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, Durdānah and Ghazālah, the three daughter-in-laws of the Yåqūbs simply looked pale.
Eventually, it was My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, the eldest of the three daughter-in-laws to try and bring some cheer in their conversation again.
“Let’s all celebrate Ammījān’s birthday,” She said. “Where’s the party tonight?”
“No way!” Nāzimah Yåqūb intervened. “You do know we hate going out partying. Our generation is not comfortable about all these things.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Durdānah, the second daughter-in-law yelled out. “Let’s go to some movie.”
Durdānah had always remained a woman crazy about watching movies. Vikram Shakr Mānav, my father, her more than husband, knew that her suggestion was very much ill placed but could not do anything about it.
“What if we order some food from outside?” Ghazālah, the third daughter-in-law made another horrible suggestion.
“My dear children,” Muħammad Yåqūb addressed everybody in the room, “We don’t have any objection if you want to have a bash today. However, we are old. We are comfortable being at home. You can go and enjoy the evening as you please.”
Within minutes, the entire sitting room looked almost deserted as the sons in law and daughters-in-law retreated to their respective rooms.
Muħammad Yåqūb and Nāzimah Yåqūb were the first to leave, prompting their sons in law to ponder about the evening celebrations.
I was about to leave as well but I felt a bit sad seeing Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad sitting alone.
I knew that she always had remained the odd person out in the family when it came to celebrations.
Although, her three brothers in law were not averse to her company, they knew that she was not getting along with their wives.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I gently placed my hand on her shoulders.
Sādiyah Muħammad turned around and her eyes were glistened with tears.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I know they are all going to enjoy,” Sādiyah Muħammad began to sob, “I will be left alone at home.”
I felt very sad for her.
She was right.
There was no way she could accompany anybody who ventured out from the house.
Although she was mostly responsible for such a stressed relationship, I knew that it was not the appropriate time to make any mention about it.
“You are not going to be alone,” I said, “I am not going anywhere. Why don’t you spend the evening with me?”
“Are you serious, Durgesh?” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad stood up in surprise.
“Very much,” I said as I pulled out my hanky and began wiping off her tears.
“What are we going to do?” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad queried.
“Anything which interests you,” I replied and gave a gentle peg on Farħānah’s aunt’s cheeks.
“I can’t wait till the evening,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad said with a little smile surfacing on her face.
“I can’t either,” I said before turning around and walking towards my room.
I had a plan to execute. T
he day had started with a gentle boob pressing experience with my wife Farħānah’s grand Ammī and the next thing to happen was the memorable blowJob from her Ammī. I wanted to end the day with a good note by slaying Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad on the bed.
Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad’s life had been in trouble more so after Uncle Naåeem almost ran into bankruptcy.
Her visits became more frequent as every time she expected her parents to come to her family’s rescue from the mess created by her husband.
She was indeed a compassionate and lovable woman and that was one reason why I had eyed her for a sexual encounter sometime.
The entire house looked like haunted in the evening as the Yåqūb sons in law and daughters-in-law had moved out without disclosing where they were going to.
It was Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad and I who gave company to Muħammad Yåqūb and Nāzimah Yåqūb at the dining table during dinner.
The old couples slowly moved into their room leaving their lonely daughter and horny grandson in law at each other’s mercy.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I called her, “I hope you haven’t forgotten what we discussed in the morning.”
“Of course not,” Sādiyah Muħammad said with a smile, “But it is too late to do anything I presume.”
‘Right time to do what I want’ I thought and smiled.
“We aren’t going anywhere,” I said, “I just want you to come to my room and have a nice time.”
“I hope you aren’t planning to show me any of those boring movie videos,” Sādiyah Muħammad said laughingly.
“Not really,” I said and held her hand before walking towards my room.
Sādiyah Muħammad somehow started realizing the difference in the way I was behaving with her.
However, she presumed the young Hindu man was just trying to give her some genuine support.
My smile didn’t look as innocent as she had known.
There was a twinkle in my eyes and my grip on her wrist was more than that of mere sympathy.
“You look so different today,” Sādiyah Muħammad said as we entered my luxurious room.
“Are you surprised?” I asked as I quietly closed the door and latched it up.
“A little,” Sādiyah Muħammad admitted with a smile.
She wanted to know why I had closed the door but didn’t.
“You have more surprises in store,” I said and inched towards her.
My eyes began gazing her swelling Musalmān breasts underneath her blouse.
I was deliberately letting my eyes gulping them much longer just to ensure that Sādiyah Muħammad is aware.
“Durgesh,” Sādiyah Muħammad spoke in a very low voice, “You shouldn’t be staring at my chest.”
“Why, Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ?” I asked without lifting his eyes off her, “I am sure you must be attracting plenty of attention wherever you go. What is wrong if I watch you?”
“You are my neice, Farħānah’s husband,” Sādiyah Muħammad reminded me, “I feel awkward watching you staring at my chest.”
My eyes weren’t relenting on her Musalmān breasts .
Sādiyah Muħammad realized that my eyes were probing the thin fabric of her sari looking further into her deep Musalmān cleavage.
“Please don’t look any further,” Sādiyah Muħammad ’s hands crossed over her chest in a bid to block my view.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I commanded, “Strip yourself naked.”
“Don’t you follow me?”
“This is wrong,” Sādiyah Muħammad stammered, “They call this incest. It is sin.”
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad , you are so ignorant,” I said smilingly, “I was able to lay my hands on grand Ammī in the morning.”
“What?” Sādiyah Muħammad was startled, “You mean my Ammī?”
“Of course,” I quipped, “Later in the day, my Sāsū Ammī gave me a wonderful blow job.”
“I don’t believe this,” Sādiyah Muħammad shook her head.
“I want to end the day on a happy note,” I inched closer to her, “I hope you won’t let me use any force on you. That is the last thing I want to do.”
Sādiyah Muħammad stood silent for a few Moments.
She never had any doubts about my ruthless youthful Hindu strength.
However, she did not want to become an easy prey to my Hindu lust.
She realized that I could help her in settling some scores with her intimidating sisters-in-law, including My Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb, Farħānah’s Ammī.
“Alright,” Sādiyah Muħammad finally spoke, “If that is your wish, I won’t resist. But, you have to promise a few things to me.”
“Don’t worry Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I intervened hurriedly, “I will never disclose about this to anyone in the house.”
Sādiyah Muħammad said laughingly, “I am not unduly worried about that. Neither of us can reveal this to anyone in the family. That is not what I am expecting from you.”
“What do you expect me to do?” I asked impatiently.
“I want you to have sex with Durdānah, Ghazālah and even your Mother in law Ammī, Sāliħah Yåqūb,” Sādiyah Muħammad said in a firm voice, “I want you to help me in avenging them for whatever they have done to me.”
“Impossible,” Durgesh smiled cunningly, “How do you expect me to seduce my aunts in law and my Sāsū Ammī?”
“I bet you can,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad smirked, “If you can convince me, they are going to easy meat for you.”
“But, you want me to take on my Sāsū Ammī too?” I asked.
“In fact, I want you to take her first,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad said laughingly, “Anyway, that won’t be a problem for you. She had just given a nice blow Job today.”
“What if I am unable to do this?” Durgesh asked.
“In that case, today might be the first and last time you ever had sex with me,” Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad said resolutely.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad !”
“The ball is in your court,” Sādiyah Muħammad smiled and pushed off her sari from her shoulder.
My eyes were pinned to her Musalmān breasts , which were heaving beneath her blouse.
“You can do anything to me today,” Sādiyah Muħammad said as she held her Musalmān breasts with both her hands, “I won’t complain about anything you do. But, I want you to do what I have just said.”
“Ok Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I said finally, “I promise you. I will fuck my Sāsū Ammī and Farħānah’s both aunts too. That is a deal.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Sādiyah Muħammad asked with a wink.
I watched as she stripped her saree, untied her petticoat and undid her blouse hooks.
“Gorgeous!” I exclaimed.
I was simply awed seeing Sādiyah Muħammad stripping naked in front of me.
Her naked jugs looked terrific; her areolas were cherry red; her nipples were thick and hard.
“Come and play,” Sādiyah Muħammad hissed.
I placed his hands on her Musalmān breasts and ran my Hindu thumbs inside her Musalmān cleavage.
“Boy, you know something,” Sādiyah Muħammad gasped and looked down watching my Hindu fingers trailing her naked Musalmān Tits.
I slowly leaned and began long licking her wonderful mounds with her closed eyes, in ecstasy.
Sādiyah Muħammad’s female Musalmān body trembled feeling my warm Hindu lips brushing against her Musalmān flesh.
After gasping in excitement for a while, she quickly grasped me by my head to pull them firmly against her female Musalmān body .
It took hardly a couple of Moments for her to quicken up her Musalmān tongue on my wonderful Uncut Hindu Prick and soon she felt like sucking it.
I saw her Musalmān breasts maddeningly pressing against each other as I laid my Hindu hands on them.
I wasn’t surprised to see that Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad’s magnificent Musalmān breasts were actually bigger than what they seemed under her clothes.
Her aureoles were amazingly large while her thick nipples looked crispy and erect.
“All boys like those,” Sādiyah Muħammad whispered. “You aren’t any exception either.”
“I can’t help,” I replied, “Not really after seeing such a large pair of racks.”
Sādiyah Muħammad blushed seeing the intensity that was glowing in my eyes.
She let out a gentle moan as I kept cupping my hands under her heavy Musalmān breasts.
She threw her head backwards as my Hindu mouth reached out and began working on her nipples, letting my tongue rolling around each aureole.
The more I licked her nipples, the bigger they grew.
The experienced Musalmān woman could easily measure my excitement feeling my huge Hindu bulge pressing against her beautiful Musalmān waist.
As my massive Uncut Hindu Dick kept growing underneath my pants, Sādiyah Muħammad suddenly went on her knees and began undoing my belt.
She soon followed it up by pulling down the pants within no time at all.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad,” I looked down and said, “I want you to play with me.”
Sādiyah Muħammad smiled as though she wasn’t really requiring my instructions anyway.
I smiled as I watched the sudden awe in her beautiful Musalmān eyes once she rolled down my brief and pulled out my massive Uncut Hindu Dick.
There was no way she might have known how big my Uncut Hindu Dick was.
“Allah!” Sādiyah Muħammad predictably exclaimed.
Her eyes were pinned on my Uncut Hindu Dick for quite a while as though she did not believe what she was seeing.
It was pointing right at her beautiful Musalmān face, and it was a foot long.
Twelve inches, and very thick.
“I guessed that you might be big,” Sādiyah Muħammad said with her eyes widening, “But, this is huge.”
“I am glad you are impressed,” I smirked, “Now, start stroking it.”
Sādiyah Muħammad gleefully reached up to grip my Uncut Hindu Dick by wrapping it around with her right hand.
She soon began sliding her Musalmān fist up and down in short, fast strokes.
I couldn’t resist a gentle moan emanating from his mouth.
Sādiyah Muħammad was apparently enthused by my excitement as she gripped harder picking up her pace showing all her experience in the world.
Sādiyah Muħammad seemed more than willing to obey as she quickly guided my Uncut Hindu Dick towards her beautiful Musalmān mouth.
I kept watching her as her quivering Musalmān lips went about sliding over my Uncut Hindu Shaft until she managed to take the whole length of my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her beautiful Musalmān mouth.
She kept motioning her Musalmān lips all along my Uncut Hindu Dick for a while sucking harder and harder.
“Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ,” I exclaimed, “You suck like a professional.”
Sādiyah Muħammad never looked like replying to me as she kept herself thoroughly engaged in sucking and licking my magnificent Hindu tool.
I knew that the excitement was getting too much for me as she went about sucking me relentlessly.
I soon exploded into her waiting Musalmān mouth, sending load after load of thick Hindu semen deep inside her throat.
Sādiyah Muħammad kept gulping my Hindu Semen until she got the last drop.
“If you can get hard soon, we need to go to the bed,” Sādiyah Muħammad reminded me.
“With pleasure Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad,” I quickly overcame my exasperation and my hands reached out to cup her Musalmān breasts yet again.
We kept looking deep into each other’s eyes as we began walking towards the bed.
I made her sit on the bed and began getting rid of my clothes, much to the excitement of Sādiyah Muħammad.
She crawled onto the bed and got her legs spread very wide indeed.
I knelt in front of her and asked her, “Are you ready Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad ?”
“Tease me,” Sādiyah Muħammad began pleading.
My eyes widened watching her fingers probe her Musalmān Pussy through her dense pubic hair.
Sādiyah Muħammad lay across the bed and I got between them, letting my hardening Uncut Hindu Dick hovering over her moist Musalmān Pussy.
I held my Uncut Hindu Dick with one hand and took it towards her Musalmān love triangle.
“Now, have a go at me,” Sādiyah Muħammad instructed.
Without loosing even a second, I pressed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick against her Musalmān Clit.
Sādiyah Muħammad gasped and moaned at once.
I wasn’t less excited as I started rubbing the tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick up and down against her Musalmān Clit gently, at least, to begin with.
As seconds ticked past, I was getting firmer and faster on her.
“Durgesh,” Sādiyah Muħammad murmured in pleasure, “You do know how to please a Musalmān woman.”
I thought for a Moment about the very absurdity of whatever Aunt Sādiyah Muħammad and I were doing at that time; committing ‘incest’(?) and that too in the Yåqūb clan.
Surprisingly, Sādiyah Muħammad wasn’t showing any signs of resent whatsoever as she seemed like thoroughly enjoying the whole thing.
I took a deep breath before guiding my huge head inside her.
Sādiyah Muħammad almost sat up.
“Oh Durgesh,” she moaned.
I kept pushing the Hindu head through her stretching Musalmān lips.
A broad smile flashed all over my face as I managed to send the whole of my Hindu head inside her.
Sādiyah Muħammad’s head swayed either way as she was biting her lip struggling to hold a whimper.
“Hey big Hindu boy,” Sādiyah Muħammad murmured with a brief lusty smile.
She looked up to see how far I had managed to get inside her.
I began giving her a few slow thrusts letting my Uncut Hindu Dick to feel her Musalmān warmth inside her Musalmān Pussy.
After letting my huge Hindu meat stay inside for a few seconds, I gently pulled out my Uncut Hindu Dick completely out.
As Sādiyah Muħammad tried looking up to see what went wrong, I quickly drove it deep inside her Musalmān Pussy all over again.
She squealed and her nude Musalmān legs came around my nude Hindu waist to wrap me.
After a few continuous hard Hindu strokes, I stopped after hitting her Musalmān bottom.
We kept watching each other’s eyes with a smile of pleasure.
I kept repeating these gentle teases for a while before I began working faster and harder.
Soon we were closing in towards just the Momentum more than enough to give both the pleasure of a great fucking session.
I knew the art of changing gears just in time as she went about pounding her mercilessly.
My eyes sparkled in delight watching her Musalmān breasts slamming against each other.
Sādiyah Muħammad’s moans were getting louder and she kept biting her lips every now and then.
Sādiyah Muħammad began pleading after a while,
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Don’t stop for anything.”
My hands eagerly grabbed her Musalmān breasts and began kneading them.
“Yes,” Sādiyah Muħammad whimpered, “Just like that.”
The whole atmosphere went electric with our intermittent moans and squeals.
My Uncut Hindu Dick began swelling inside her Musalmān Pussy and her body wasn’t anywhere behind to her climax.
“I am cumming,” Sādiyah Muħammad screamed.
“Sādiyah Muħammad darling!” I groaned as well.
I was delighted at the prospects of a simultaneous orgasm.
It finally did happen.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was soon bathing in Farħānah’s Aunt’s Musalmān cum after which my Uncut Hindu Dick twitched and exploded into her.
Our bodies stiffened at once.
We gasped and breathed hard.
Drops of my sweat fell on Sādiyah Muħammad ’s Musalmān breasts.
We heaved and sighed in exasperation but with tremendous enjoy.
“You finally had your way,” Sādiyah Muħammad whispered, “Honestly, I enjoyed it too.”
“I know you did,” I said as I gasped for breath.
“Now, you need to chalk out your plan to fulfill your promise.” Sādiyah Muħammad reminded me.
“I know,” I replied and fell over Farħānah’s aunt.
We hugged and remained as we were for quite sometime.
“Let me go,” Sādiyah Muħammad said after sometime, “Your uncles might return anytime.”
“Never,” I replied with a wry smile, “I know them. They might not have even started things as yet.”
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30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
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22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
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