Midterm 2012: 7

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, with only a hint of irony.

‘We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore,’

There Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was, standing at the edge of the santa Monica Pier with me, her Hindu Lover, and we literally are from Kansas.

Her family lived in Lawrence.

Her Abbū was a professor at the university, while her Ammī worked in the administrative office.

Just a couple of months ago Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was kicking back at the house, and life was good.

One hot summer day, everything changed for her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had to say, life was still good, but it sure became…different.

High school was finished, so Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had some time to enjoy herself before starting college in the fall, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was being lazy.

Since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, she’d decided to lay out by the pool.

She’d been sunning herself for an hour and was just starting to doze off when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard Ammī call from the kitchen,

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, could you come inside? We need to talk.”

It was never good when Ammī said,

“We need to talk.”

That phrase usually meant,

“You need to listen, and you won’t like what you’ll hear.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved her parents to death, but they were kind of predictable that way.

Hopping up from her sun lounger, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hesitantly walked into the kitchen.

Ammī and Abbū were sitting at the kitchen table, and they weren’t eating.

Yep, all they wanted to do was talk, and it was going to be about something really serious.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī approached them, Ammī was beaming.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, look at you, baby, your bikini is so old and worn out; it’s really skimpy on you now. Sweetie, just a suggestion, but if you’re at all concerned about modesty then you may want to start thinking about whether you still want to wear that bikini in front of your father, your brother and the boys.”

Ammī was always funny like that, and Abbū just smirked.

Guffawing at his reaction, she smacked him on the shoulder.

“Hush, you. She walks around the house this way in front of you too, even when she’s wet,” she said, giving him a knowing grin.

Abbū just held his hands up in a silly gesture of surrender.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I didn’t say nuthin’. Don’t bring me into this,” he chuckled.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī jumped in then.

“Ammī, it’s no big deal. The boys see me in my bikini all the time.”

“Yes, I know they do. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she smiled.

Durgesh and his two best friends, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s brothers, Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and Nādir Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, they’d seen her in her bikini lots of times.

We often swam together, and it’d only been two days since Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had come over to go swimming.

They all saw her, Abbū included.

Returning her smile, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said,

“So? Ammī, it’s not like they hadn’t seen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls in bikinis before. I’m not showing them anything they hadn’t already seen a million times.”

“Oh, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I highly doubt that, little one. Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls who look like you do in that bikini don’t exactly grow on trees,” Abbū said, still chuckling.

“He’s right, dear. There are Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls wearing bikinis, and then there’s you wearing that bikini. They are not the same thing,” said Ammī, adding a wry little smirk. “Don’t think Durgesh, your brothers, their friends and even your father hadn’t noticed, especially with the way you’ve filled out. That old bikini used to be cute and girly on you, and that was fine. You were fourteen then. Now you’re twenty eight, and look at you. Baby, you’re built like a Playboy Bunny. Your bikini barely even covers you anymore, and it’s become so thin and threadbare that it’s really transparent. Honey, we can see every perfect inch of your beautiful body, including the parts bikinis are designed to cover.”

Pausing for effect, she gave Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī a warm smile.

“We can see everything, baby.” Taking her  hands, she kissed her  knuckles. “Sweetie, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I don’t have any problem with you wearing your bikini around the house. Really, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I don’t mind. If you want to drive our men completely crazy, that’s entirely up to you. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just want you to be aware of how much you’re showing. That’s all.”

“Jeez, Ammī, you make it sound like I’m flouncing around in a g-string and stripper heels, showing off for all the boys in the neighbourhood. It’s just a bikini. Besides, Durgesh doesn’t care what Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wears. He barely even knows Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī exists. As far as he’s concerned, I’m just his boring older Musalmān love, and that’s about it. You know, I don’t even think he likes me. I tolerates me, sure, but only because he has to. Otherwise, I’m just a big pain in tI you-know-what to him,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned.

Smiling to herself, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī recalled how flustered She’d made Durgesh  only a few days earlier.***

Having just gotten home from University , Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was heading towards her  bedroom when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī happened to hear sexy sounding girly-stuff coming from My  bedroom.

I’d been a real jerk to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī that morning, laughing and marching away after sticking my fingers in her bowl of cereal.

So, naturally, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t feeling too charitable towards me.

With the sounds coming from my room, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had a pretty good idea that I was again fucking some of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends or her Ammī’s women friends.

If not both of the cases I was perhaps watching internet sex stuff.

I was an incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker in her eyes.

Even her Ammī could not protect herself from my incredible sexual attraction, neither her Ammī’s extraordinary beautiful Musalmān women friends nor her own girlfriends even.

Allah målūm what I had in my Uncut Hindu Lund that every Musalmān Beauty she knew so far, was immensely obsessed to fuck me herself, even to rape me if I delayed.

She had seen even the most muttaqī Musalmān Beauty fucking me wildly.

Allah Allah!

What a Musalmān Beauties fucker Hindu!

Giggling to herself, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī casually knocked on my door, which was open about six inches.

At the same time Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was knocking, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī poked her head inside.

“Whatcha doing?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked, all sweetness and innocence, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Get outta here!” I smiled boldly, not covering my crotch even with a beach towel while fucking her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī.

Her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī and I were stark naked both.

I was fucking her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī in doggy style.

Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī smiled at her shamelessly.

She was not ashamed of her even a bit that she was only twenty eight and she was enjoying sex with a sixty two year old infamous Hindu, infamous for fucking every possible Musalmān Beauty without any exception.

“Okay, okay! Don’t spazz out. I just wanted to let you know Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was home, and to say hi. I’ll let you get back to, umm…whatever you both were doing,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said teasingly, shooting us a goofy grin.

Busted! Oh yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got me good.

But she knew both of us, her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī and me were incurable sex lovers.

Well, how she could blame me if her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī herself loved my incredible Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot deepest?

Later that day Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī found me in the living room, watching TV.

Deciding to join me, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī offered to get us some snacks.

I boldly made eye contact with Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

It was really cute, the way I started smiling at her boldly.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī plopped herself next to me on the couch, he intimately glanced over at her.

“Musalmān Beauties fucker Hindu,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

My eyes got so big!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī jumped over the back of the couch and took off up the stairs, with me tearing after her like a maniac, yet playfully impishly, she knew very well.

Actually I enjoyed the title.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing like crazy when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got to her room.

Just in time, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī closed and locked the door behind me.

“Not cool, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Very not cool!” I yelled through the door, yet Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could tell that I was laughing too.

We were always doing stupid things like that, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was certain I thought of her as just a constant nuisance.

I never said a single word to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī about her bikini, though, or about anything else Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ever wore.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī often had the feeling that I really didn’t even think of her as a Musalmān girl.

Even if I did, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī probably still wasn’t my type perhaps, besides being my stepdaughter.

In fact, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was sure of it, because one day Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī overheard me and Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī in the kitchen having a discussion about Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls.

Being the little sneak that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hid in the dining room and heard Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī ask, “So what’s your favourite type?”

“Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Blondes, with huge Musalmān tits and attractive big Musalmān  buttocks. I definitely like Musalmān blondes with long hair and big buttocks. The bigger the better,” was my answer.

It was true, too.

She’d seen my sex magazines and the posters on my wall.

It was always bionic Musalmān blondes for me.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī almost couldn’t be less of my type, which I shortly confirmed.

First, however, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī threw the question back to me.

“Nigār Sultānah, dude,” I answered. “Nigār Sultānah, absolutely. Give me a sexy Musalmān brunette with a wicked face and an incredible Musalmān ass. I even don’t need her tits to be too huge; they just had to be pretty, and fit her body. The main things are her tits and buttocks, and especially her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. She’s gotta had a tight, curvy Musalmān ass, with perfect Musalmān boobs and a sexy stomach.”

“Nigār Sultānah? I thought you said you hated tattoos on a Musalmān girl, and you hate conceited, snotty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls who are all full of themselves.”

“Yeah, Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī, I do. Dude, don’t get all pissed off at me or anything, but you know who’s perfect? I mean literally flawless? Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī is perfect. She’s exactly what I like. She looks just like Nigār Sultānah, you know she does, yet she’s the total opposite, personality-wise. She has no tattoos, and—”
Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī smiled understandingly.
“Thank Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I continued, smiling too. “I’m totally with you there. I hate tattoos on a girl.”

“Yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  has no tattoos, and she looks exactly like Nigār Sultānah. Same wicked blue eyes…same long, black, amazing hair. She has that same perfect chin and the prettiest, sexiest mouth, with the most dazzling knockout smile. She has that sleek, exactly perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, and her tits are a lot bigger. Nigār Sultānah has great tits, don’t get me wrong, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s are even better. Her perfect firm round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass is definitely way better. Seriously, her perfect firm round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass is the best ever, and you know how much I love Nigār Sultānah’s Musalmān ass. Dude, don’t lie, you know Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī is perfect. Top to bottom, from any angle, face or body, that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl is absolutely flawless.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could hear me hesitate somewhat,

“You really think so? Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī?”

“Are you serious? You’ve never noticed how hot your stepdaughter is? You don’t see that she looks exactly like Nigār Sultānah?”

“No, not really. I mean, sure, I can’t say that she’s not pretty or anything. I guess she is, but I never thought of her like that. I never realized how much she really does look like Nigār Sultānah. I don’t know, maybe that’s because I don’t like Nigār Sultānah very much. She seems like such a Musalmān bitch.”

“See, that’s what’s so great about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. That’s exactly it. She looks identical to Nigār Sultānah, only with an even hotter Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, yet she’s still the sweetest, nicest, most un-conceited girl we’ve ever known. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī truly doesn’t have a snotty bone in her entire perfect Musalmān body. She also has no idea how hot she is, and that makes her even hotter. Dude, your stepdaughter is perfect. She’s everything that’s amazing about Nigār Sultānah, with none of that crappy, high-maintenance baggage. You know your stepdaughter is the nicest, least bitchy Musalmān girl in our whole University.”

“She’s not always that nice,” I  said, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could hear the grin in my voice.

‘Serves you right, you Hindu scoundrel,’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, laughing to herself.

“Whatever, dude. Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls don’t come any sweeter or nicer than Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and you know it. Allah, she’s even a straight-A student. C’mon, what other knockout like her had you ever seen who wasn’t also a spoiled rotten airhead, or a spoiled rotten airhead and a total Musalmān bitch? Your stepdaughter seriously acts like she doesn’t even know she’s the hottest Musalmān girl on the planet. She may as well be a nerdy fat chick, she’s so down-to-earth and un-conceited.”

“She’s definitely not conceited, I’ll give you that. Yeah, she’s okay, I guess. You really think she’s that hot, though, like Nigār Sultānah hot?”

“You must be blind, dude. It’s actually pretty admirable, the way you can’t see that your stepdaughter is so crazy hot. Head to toe, there isn’t an inch of her that could be any hotter. Seriously, think about it. Tell me, what part of her could possibly be any better?”

“She could be blonde, with ginormous knockers.”

We both laughed, and then I smiled,

“Yeah, okay, maybe you’re right. I can’t come up with anything that’s bad about her or anything about her Musalmān face and body that could be any better. I guess I just don’t see her that way.”

“Dude, c’mon, if she weren’t your stepdaughter and you saw her walking through the halls at University in one of her killer little miniskirts, or especially if you ever saw her in that tiny bikini she always wears around the house? Allah, you’d be sporting so much wood, you wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Hey, wait a minute! Does that mean you’re sporting wood every time Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī goes swimming with us? That’s my stepdaughter, you dirty fuck!”

Again we laughed, but Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī didn’t actually respond.

“Holy shit! You are! You’re totally popping boners in her pool! What a fag!” laughed I, then Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard a bunch of racket and even more laughter, like we were play-fighting.

Figuring that any second we could easily come stumbling through the doorway, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī decided to duck out of there before we caught her eavesdropping on us.

Wow, that was really cool.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī never even knew I noticed her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had no idea I thought Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was pretty.

She meant, okay, I knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was sort of pretty, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t fat or anything. Compared to the other cheerleaders in the squad, I knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī still looked okay. During the past year the other cheerleaders had even started teasing her about her excellent exquisite Musalmān  butt.

They never called it her ‘butt,’ though.

It was always her ‘ass.’

We’d be in the showers, or maybe in the locker room changing our clothes, and we’d come up to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and “spank that perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass,” as they put it.

It was almost like some of the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls couldn’t stop, the way they kept spanking, pinching and just plain helping themselves to her bottom!

More and more they’d begun to gang up on her, as if her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  bottom was a toy for their amusement.

One time four of the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls surrounded her at her locker, playfully spanking and touching Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Hey! Pick on someone else for once! I’m not the only girl here with a butt, you know! Go spank Sādiyah Ålī or Rābiyah Muħammad,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

“If Sādiyah Ålī or Rābiyah Muħammad had an ass like yours, we would!” giggled Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, pulling down her little panties from behind.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was one of her best friends, so she knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved the games they played with her and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Whenever the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls ganged up on Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, she was always the ringleader.

“Motor boat! Motor boat!” shouted the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing hysterically as Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb took her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom in her hands.

Spreading Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī open before pressing her mouth into her Musalmān crack, she made this funny ‘bwooooooarrrr’ sound while shaking her bare Musalmān bottom all over her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī was pulling up her  top, so Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lifted her  arms and let her take it all the way off, then she buried her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face between her superb erect Musalmān boobs and made the same motor boat sounds.

We were all laughing so hard that we finally collapsed onto the bench.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī continued to motor boat her superb erect Musalmān breasts, cupping them around her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face, then she changed up and began squeezing, kissing and sucking them.

Allah, it felt awesome.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had learned to love having her superb erect Musalmān boobs played with by the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, though it was hard to concentrate on her superb erect Musalmān breasts when Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was busy between her legs, hungrily licking her superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Now that felt totally amazing.

“Baby, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just had to…” Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb would say, and usually she’d make her roll over onto her stomach, the way she’d done it that time. “Your Musalmān ass is to die for, Durgesh would fuck you in your ass more than in your Musalmān Choot even.” she said, grinning as she slapped it.

Immensely pleased inside Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī managed to smile at Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb,

“Nonsense. Durgesh is my Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner.”

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb winked at her,

“It provides you the golden opportunity, idiot. Rape him. I have already raped the ever sexiest Hindu in the Multiverse.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes widened,

“You? Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb? You raped Durgesh?”

“Why not? My Ammī enjoyed the Hindu rascal and I was to watch only? Never. I fucked the Hindu beast myself.”

More and more she was always saying things like that to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, then she’d kiss and lick her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass…everywhere.

Even with the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls watching, she just didn’t care.

It was like she couldn’t get enough, the way she would feast on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

She’d almost become addicted to it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just loved being eaten, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī especially loved when they would all attack her together.

Sometimes Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī would do it Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb’s way, although she was usually very specific in her approach.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was more general about the things she did to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, kissing and licking all over her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Besides eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, sometimes she’d even slip her tongue inside her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom, deep into her tiniest hole, which always made Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī jump.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it  Allah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it – but it always made her jump.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t help it.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī?

She just had to bite Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī down there.

She always made the cutest growling sounds while nipping and biting her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Sometimes she even bit her always especially aromaed fragrant Musalmān asshole, then she’d open Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī up and slide her long tongue all the way inside.

With Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī it wasn’t so much about eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot; she did that too, definitely, but it was usually much more about devouring her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t complaining about any of it, since Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always wondered why they only seemed to gang up on her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had a cute Musalmān bottom, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī guessed, but so do the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls.

Panjvaqtah Namāz makes a Musalmān girl’s bottom exquisite, excellent and flawless.

Even so many Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān males have developed similar excellent feminine bottoms, in this way.

That’s why passive Musalmīn are more popular in gay males even, and active Hindus.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb got her started on licking hers, then Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī did too, and they were both awesome.

Seriously, Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb could happily spend her whole day licking between her legs.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī enjoyed it that much.

The thing was, whenever Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī went down on them, especially if Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was on her stomach, at least one of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls would always attack her ever vulnerable Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just always wondered why they didn’t attack each other the same way.

Before the final game of the season, the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls told her that in addition to the official awards ceremony their coach holds for them every year they were also going to have their own little team ceremony, which would be a private thing just between the cheerleaders.

“Once Coach goes home, meet us in the locker room tonight. Plan on eleven o’clock,” instructed Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could not believe Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb could do that even after campaigning furiously for her own parliamentary seat.

Midterm 2012 campaigning was now wild everywhere.

Being highly educated and sophisticated most of them were themselves candidates for the parliament.

Most of them were using me as their star campaigner even, among Musalmān Beauties.

The Musalmān Beauties were getting the best fuck of their sex life now from me, as much as they wanted.

Only they had to promise to vote for my Musalmān cuties.
When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī snuck into our locker room that night, all the lights were off.

Apparently none of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls had made it back yet, and being alone there was really spooky.

“Hello? Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb? Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī? Is anyone here? Laylah Taymūr? Hello?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī called out in the darkness.

All around Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, candles were suddenly lit.

There were flickering lights on either side of her, each held up by one of the cheerleaders.

They were lined up in two opposing rows, forming a lighted pathway.

From out of the pitch-black distance a five-pointed star of flickering lights appeared, then began slowly moving towards them.

As the lights drew near, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw that it was Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb holding a cake decorated with an array of lit candles.

Beside her was Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī, carrying a huge trophy.

When they reached the two rows of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, all the cheerleaders fanned out behind them to form a semi-circle around Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Though still a bit spooked, the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls’ welcoming smiles put Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at ease, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled,

“What’s all this? It’s not my birthday, you know.”

“We know,” Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb said, smiling warmly. “This isn’t about your birthday. I told you, tonight is our private awards ceremony. As it turns out, there’s only one award, and you’re the winner. Tonight we give you your prize. Since you’re leaving us to go out west to college, you big jerk, this is also sort of a going-away present. It’s just a little something to help our gorgeous star remember us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb held out the cake, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī read the script…

We love you, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Knock ’em dead in Cali.

Okay, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew there are heartless bastards in this world who hate it when Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls get all emotional and cry.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī realized some people think of people like her as sappy and silly, but she was sorry, when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw that cake and read what it said, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī totally lost it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī cried her eyes out.

‘Heartless bastards can just go fuck themselves. I’m going to enjoy this cry,’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought to herself, completely overwhelmed by the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls ‘ beautiful gesture.

“Make a wish, and then blow out your candles,” Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb said, giving Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī a sweet grin.

“Okay. I wish you’d put that cake down so Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could give you a big hug.”

“You’re not supposed to say it out loud, you goof,” she replied, smiling brightly.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī blew out all the candles, Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb set the cake on a nearby bench.

As Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī moved towards her, Laylah Taymūr and Rābiyah Muħammad began undressing her from behind.

After helping Laylah Taymūr take off her sweater, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī reached back to undo her bra while Rābiyah Muħammad  whisked  away her  cheerleader skirt and panties. Once she’d  made Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  fully nude by slipping off her  tennis shoes and socks, she planted a tender kiss on her  upper thigh.

“Thank you for all this,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, gazing into Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb’s beautiful golden brown eyes.

As Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī stepped into her arms, she leaned in to kiss her.

They both moaned, and right away their tongues began wrestling.

“Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, not so fast. We had to give her the trophy!” laughed Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī.

“Yes, we do,” grinned Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s the trophy for?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked.

“It ties in with the cake, actually. You’ll see, soon enough,” smiled Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī.

She presented her with the trophy, which was enormous.

It was at least two feet tall, in the shape of an obelisk. It was carved mahogany, the real stuff, not just particleboard made to look like mahogany.

It was really quite heavy, sitting atop its marble base.

“Read the inscription,” she said, still smiling as she caressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Giggling, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī tickled her caressing hand.

She gave her a playful pinch, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wiggled her excellent Musalmān ass for her.

Yes, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was finally thinking of it as her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, not just her butt, or her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Laughing to herself, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew they were beginning to convert her!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took the trophy, and the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls held their candles near the brass plate at the base of the trophy.

In the flickering light it read…

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī Summers

The Girl With The Most Perfect, Awesome, Spankable Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Ass Ever!

The wildcat Cheerleaders

When her hands went to her face in shock, the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls quickly caught the trophy.

They were all cracking up and giving her kisses, laughing over the way she’d almost smashed their present.

Once Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was over her initial astonishment, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī laughed too.

Still, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t believe it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī never would’ve imagined such a thing!

“After that reaction, do you think we should even tell her about the rest?” asked Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī, laughing along with everyone else.

“Let’s do the cake thing first,” said Rābiyah Muħammad, and a giggling Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb nodded enthusiastically.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had to admit that after Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb had initially set the cake aside, she’d completely forgotten about it.

The next thing Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, something soft and gooey was touching her bare Musalmān bottom.

Looking behind her, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw Laylah Taymūr kneeling to spread chocolate cake all over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Musalmān ass!

“Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, dessert is served!” she announced.

Before Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī even had time to figure out what was happening, each Musalmān girl had taken a handful or two of chocolate cake and smoothed it all over her naked Musalmān body!

Holding Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī up, they leaned her against the nearest locker, her arms stretched above her head.

Laylah Taymūr was spreading her open, stuffing cake in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Musalmān ass crack and all between her legs.

She was even jamming cake inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot!

The other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls were slathering Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  from head to toe, until every inch of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  was covered in chocolate frosting.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was spreading it all over her face, which made Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggle.

Then they all giggled when Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī said Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked like Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, who was their ever popular cheerleader.

“We may both be chocolate now, but I’ll never have an Musalmān ass like that! Girl, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Musalmān ass is just unreal,” Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī said, laughing as she smoothed frosting up her thighs and between her legs.

Grinning, Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb briefly stopped spreading frosting across her forehead.

“The trophy was actually Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī’s idea.”

“Mmmmm-hmmm,” said Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, kneeling to join Laylah Taymūr between her legs.

Laylah Al Taymūr was eating cake from her  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, which was making as much of a mess of her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face as Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was making of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, though, wow, she wasn’t playing around.

Ramming her fingers deep into her perfect firm round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, she crammed as much frosting as she could get in there, then just attacked it, licking her Musalmān asshole from the rear while Laylah Al Taymūr ate her  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from the front.

In the meantime Rābiyah Muħammad was licking her belly button, and Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī totally cracked us up when she began motorboating her gooey erect Musalmān breasts.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was screaming, cumming and laughing nonstop.

Everything felt so good, and they just kept tickling her!

It was like Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was being ravaged by a pack of horny hamsters!

Once everyone’s face was thoroughly covered in frosting, Rābiyah Muħammad giggled,

“I think she’s ready.”

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh God, ready for what? You mean there’s more?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled, panting between full-body spasms.

Since She’d never had sex with a guy, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t quite know whether Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was a lesbian, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sure loved the way her girlfriends played with her.

What could Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī say?

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī seemed to like everything, anytime anyone plays with her excellent exquisite Musalmān body.

It was really great; the first time Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt me shoot my hot Hindu cum into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, even if it was in her dreams only, not real.

What if it was real?

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just loved the feeling of making me cum on her greedy Musalmān tongue.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī liked how powerful Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was able to control me like that, using only her hands and mouth.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī also liked it when I put my Uncut Hindu Lund  inside her, though I never ate her, even in her wildest dreams, as Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb used to.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb always made it seem like there’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than eating Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī from behind, spanking and squeezing her as she licked her.

‘Maybe Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb is a lesbian?’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was still giggling to herself about it when Rābiyah Muħammad again presented her with her trophy.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took it from her, uncertain as to what she wanted her to do with it.

“Look on the bottom,” she grinned.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned the trophy upside down.

“What’s this?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked, noticing a large screw-in cap on the bottom of the marble base.

“Unscrew it,” said Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, flashing a sinister smile.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī unscrewed the cap, which was sort of difficult to do, seeing as how her fingers were covered in gooey frosting.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got the cap off, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked,

“Now what?”

“Now we properly send you and your perfect ass off to California,” grinned Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī, taking the trophy and handing it to Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī then led Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī over to the bench, where she guided her down onto her stomach.

“Lift,” she said, tugging on her hips.

Arching her back, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī raised her hips.

“Yes, just like that. Perfect. Keep your back arched, with your ass sticking up. Laylah Al Taymūr, Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, keep her distracted. Play with her boobs.”

Sliding beneath her on either side of the bench, Laylah Al Taymūr and Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī began to nip at her nipples.

The way they were biting her sensitive tips, it sent shooting sparks all throughout her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt something touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned to see what it was.

“No peeking. Head down, eyes forward,” smiled Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī.

Reluctantly turning forward again, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw that Rābiyah Muħammad was straddling her bench right in front of her, and she’d taken her panties off.

She was spreading her legs, inviting Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī to eat her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī pressed her hands to her thighs, holding them open, and they  giggled over the fact that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was finally getting to spread frosting all over someone else’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

She’d just started licking her when suddenly, oomph, something really big was stuffed inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

She’d never had anything but mouths and fingers there, and whatever they were putting inside her was a whole lot bigger than a couple of fingers!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt hands on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom, spreading her apart, and fingers were dancing on her sensitive Musalmān clit.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was being forced all the way open.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally felt the widening stop, and whatever was inside her started to move; it was beginning to fuck her, sliding deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt something being pressed into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom too, straight up her little asshole, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought,

‘Oh, Allah ! No way!’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt stuffed to the gills in both holes, and Rābiyah Muħammad was thrashing against her face.

For the next few minutes Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was going out of her mind with lust as they wildly fucked her.

Allah, it felt so amazing to get fucked like that while eating Rābiyah Muħammad’s chocolate-covered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew what Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī had said, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally had to turn around to see what was happening to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Not exactly thinking straight, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was hoping the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls had snuck me into the locker room, and it was my hard Uncut Hindu Lund itself Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was feeling inside her as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay there getting royally fucked.

It felt so good that all Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wanted was for them to keep fucking her, and never stop.

If they had really arranged me to fuck her, it was the greatest honour she had received ever.

Allah, let it be Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund itself.

Nope, there were no Durgesh  fucking her.

It was just Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb and Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī standing on either side of her ass.

A bunch of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls  were back there, and they were all smiling at her.

“What…what are you doing to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī panted.

“Do you like it, pretty baby?” asked Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb.

“Mmmm, Allah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loves it. What did you put inside me? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund itself?”

Simultaneously, Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī and Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb pulled two dildos out of her.

Grinning from ear to ear, Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī held up a really big one, which was pink and rubbery.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb showed her a blue one that was quite a bit smaller.

“Baby, these were hidden inside your trophy,” giggled Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb. “We couldn’t possibly give you a trophy to commemorate the most perfect ass ever, and just leave it at that. Of course we also had to play with it, right? We wanted to make sure that before you take this amazing ass off to California you at least know how good it can make you feel. Keep this trophy, and especially its hidden toys. This will always be yours; you and this incredible Musalmān ass will now always be ours. We love you, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī , and we wanted to give you a night you’ll never forget. Sorry, we requested Durgesh to participate as you surmised but he refused to fuck you without your express prior consent.”
Disappointed somewhat Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī controlled herself as soon as she could.
“Is that what having sex will feel like, because whatever you guys were doing to me , mmmm, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned, invitingly wagging her  tail.

“Yes, baby, it’ll be just like that, only it’ll feel a million times better when it’s the real thing. Do it with Durgesh and fly in heaven.” said Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, sliding her new blue friend back into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Moaning, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī bit her lip.

Allah, it felt so good to have her plunge that thing into her Musalmān ass.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī slid the large dildo back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, then the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls began to fuck her really deep and hard.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just lowered her head and revelled in the feeling of being fucked in both the Musalmān holes.

Over and over they made her cum, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wanted them to fuck her forever.

Well, if Durgesh is not available, let them.

That was when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t a lesbian.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was going to want me to fuck her way too much to ever be a lesbian.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would always want Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls too, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was definitely going to need my Uncut Hindu Lund  inside her.

Durgesh has to fuck her.

Durgesh has to fuck Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Damn it.

She couldn’t compromise on someone lesser than Durgesh himself.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was lost in her own world when Rābiyah Muħammad gently touched the tip of her nose.

Smiling down at her, she scooped up a dollop of frosting and dabbed it all over her spread lips.

“Please, baby, lick my clit. I was almost there,” she purred.

Grinning happily, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took her pretty flower back into her mouth.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī must’ve eventually passed out.

The last thing Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī remembered was the feeling of being completely stuffed from behind, and Rābiyah Muħammad crying out as she came on her face.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī remembered her legs shaking, and then Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī recalled trying to hold on to her hips while keeping her mouth pressed to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

The next thing Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was sitting on the tiled floor in the shower, and Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb and Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī were washing the cake off her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t even know how Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got there.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī did remember the way Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb stared at her.

She was lazily soaping her  tummy, and for as long as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī live she’d never forget the look in her eyes, or her soft, tender voice as she said,

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you have no idea how much I love you, and how much I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

Chapter 8

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam