Durgesh Safiyah Muħammad
Safiyah Muħammad and Muħammad were the adventurous types.
On their honeymoon, they travelled to a tropical Caribbean island well off the beaten tourist track.
The island didn’t even have an airport.
They had to take a long boat ride from Antigua.
The hotel was primitive by modern standards, but they liked the solitude and wild location.
Muħammad was 26, a stockbroker for a leading Wall Street firm, and Safiyah Muħammad worked for a non-profit organization.
She was 21, blond and green-eyed, about 5′ 6″.
They were crazy about each other and were looking forward to some time away from work.
She refused to have sex before their marriage.
One night soon after their arrival, they went for a walk down the deserted and wild beach.
It was an incredibly romantic warm night, and the moon was shining.
Muħammad bought Safiyah Muħammad a tiny green bikini at the hotel shop, one that she would never pick out for herself since she was so shy about her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Muħammad insisted that she wear it to the beach.
Safiyah Muħammad worked out in the gym almost every day to keep her girlish figure, but her breasts were anything but girlish.
Her large, firm, round bosom filled her bikini top almost to bursting, revealing a deep cleavage.
The tiny pink nipples poked clearly through the thin fabric.
Muħammad was thinking that when they were far away from the hotel they could make love on the beach, although Muħammad knew it would take some convincing, since Safiyah Muħammad was so modest.
She would probably resist making love outside, where somebody might discover them.
Once Muħammad started touching her in the right places, however, Muħammad knew her resistance would melt.
Muħammad had discovered during their honeymoon that his modest young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bride actually enjoyed sex as much as Muħammad did and was quite uninhibited once she became aroused.
As they walked along the beach, farther and farther from any lights or people, they were surprised to see a bonfire ahead, and some young Hindu men and Musalmān women, apparently locals, drinking and partying.
When they walked by, they saw them, and someone yelled out, “Hey dude, want a beer?”
Safiyah Muħammad looked at Muħammad and shook her head “no,” but Muħammad wanted to be friendly with the locals, so Muħammad accepted.
Muħammad opened the can of beer they gave him and gave it to Safiyah Muħammad.
Then Muħammad took another for himself.
They were definitely not tourists, the way they looked and talked.
There was one big Hindu guy.
Muħammad felt a little uncomfortable with the way they were looking at her, but Muħammad didn’t think they would try anything, especially with two other Musalmān girls there.
Muħammad found out the Hindu guys were not from the island, but had come there to work on a construction project.
They were all pretty big and tan, especially compared to Muħammad.
One of the guys introduced himself as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.
He seemed like the unofficial leader of the bunch.
They were all half-drunk and quite loud and rowdy.
Muħammad told them they were on their honeymoon, and they insisted on celebrating with some tequila.
They passed the bottle to Muħammad.
Muħammad tried to decline, but they insisted, so Muħammad took a slug that burned all the way down.
Then they tried to give some of it to Muħammad’s wife, but she refused steadfastly.
When Muħammad handed the bottle back, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī seemed offended.
Suddenly they weren’t so friendly anymore but looked threatening.
“What’s the matter with our booze, little Musalmān girl? Think you’re too good for us?”
He took the bottle and shoved it to her face to try to make her drink.
At that point, Muħammad stepped forward to push him away from Muħammad’s wife, but as soon as Muħammad touched him, he punched Muħammad in the face.
Muħammad flipped over backward.
Muħammad felt warm blood in his mouth.
When Muħammad got up again, someone grabbed Muħammad from behind and held his arms behind his back so Muħammad couldn’t move.
Muħammad’s wife screamed.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said to her,
“Look little wifey, if you don’t want your husband to get hurt, you better drink some tequila.”
“That’s all you want?” she asked in terror.
The guys all laughed when she said that.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī responded,
“Sure, that’s all we want. Both of you drink our tequila and then you can go. We get very insulted if you don’t drink with us. But if you do, we’ll let you go.”
He gave the tequila bottle to her and she timidly took a swig.
They insisted that Safiyah Muħammad drink more and more.
Muħammad was surprised that the two Musalmān girls didn’t defend Safiyah Muħammad and Muħammad, but they were apparently eager to see his young blond Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife humiliated.
Muħammad tried to struggle free, but the guy holding Muħammad from behind was about twice his size.
There was nothing, Muħammad could do.
Then they took the bottle, held it up to his lips and forced Muħammad to drink it too.
They kept forcing them both to drink more and more tequila, until they were both half-drunk and feeling no pain.
Meanwhile the guy holding Muħammad kept twisting his arm behind his back so Muħammad couldn’t get loose.
There was some music playing from a portable stereo.
One of the construction workers grabbed Muħammad’s wife, and said,
“Hey, let’s dance! I want to dance with the new bride.”
Muħammad’s wife yelled, “No!” and started to stagger away, but they shoved her into the middle of the group and yelled at her to dance.
She looked at Muħammad to let him know that she didn’t have any choice.
Safiyah Muħammad twisted away violently and tried to escape, but someone grabbed her and pushed her back into his arms.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī told her,
“You better cooperate, Safiyah Muħammad darling or we’ll hurt your husband.”
Then he came up and punched Muħammad hard in the stomach.
The guy holding Muħammad let go.
Muħammad collapsed to the ground in agony.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī commanded one of the Musalmān girls,
“Tie him up so he didn’t interfere. We are celebrating an ashvinātam wedding here.”
The Musalmān girl was only too glad to obey, and while one of the Hindu men held Muħammad’s hands behind his back, she wound a rope around his wrists and tied it so tight that it practically cut off his circulation.
Muħammad was left lying on the ground, while the Hindu men took turns “dancing” with Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī hugged Muħammad’s wife to his Hindu crotch, while grabbing her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and breasts, grinding his hard Uncut Hindu Penis against her.
Another guy grabbed her from behind, and they pressed her between them—one guy grinding against her soft tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī humping against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān crotch through her bikini.
Safiyah Muħammad was in tears, but too terrified and drunk now to resist.
One of the other guys, a massive thick Hindu man, said,
“Hey, isn’t it a tradition to kiss the bride? Everybody gets to the kiss the bride!”
He didn’t ask her what she thought of this idea, but just grabbed her and kissed her hard on her full Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips while pinching her nipples roughly through the thin bikini.
Then they all took turns “kissing the bride” while Muħammad lay helpless on the ground.
Her lips were soon red and swollen from the mauling they gave her.
They took the opportunity to fondle her as they kissed her in turn.
Muħammad could see his wife, Safiyah Muħammad, breathing heavily from all the excitement.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī winked at and told Safiyah Muħammad,
“Ok, now it’s time to show us your tits.”
She shook her head,
“C’mon,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī urged her, “take off that top so we can check out your Musalmān titties. You got some nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts there lady, why don’t you show them off? We just want to look.”
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, stood helpless in the middle of the group of Hindu strangers.
“Will you let us go if I take off my top?”
They hooted and hollered wildly in response.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī assured her,
“Don’t worry little Musalmān girl. We’ll be perfect gentlemen. Won’t we guys?”
The Hindu guys all yelled “yea!” in agreement.
Suddenly it grew very quiet on the deserted beach as Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, stood awkwardly in the middle and tried to decide what to do.
She looked at Muħammad for advice, but Muħammad didn’t know what to say or do.
Slowly then she reached around back and untied the string holding up her bikini top.
It fell to the beach and her full round breasts stood out in the blazing firelight for all to see, rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
The little nipples were red and erect.
The Hindu guys erupted in cheers, and urged her to take off the bottom too.
Safiyah Muħammad covered her tits with her arms and tried to run away, but they pushed her back into the center of the ring.
One of the Hindus grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back so that her tits stood out proudly for all to see.
“Time for another kiss, little Musalmān girl” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said menacingly.
He put his arms around her, kissed and sucked on her tits hungrily while Safiyah Muħammad cried.
“Wait a minute,” she said, “you said you would let us go!”
He ignored her protests and continued sucking her breasts and erect nipples.
Muħammad remembered that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s breasts were very sensitive, and Muħammad wondered if she could be getting turned on from this stimulation.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī pushed Safiyah Muħammad down to her knees and ordered her,
“Take it out.”
Everybody knew what he meant.
His engorged Uncut Hindu Penis could be seen clearly straining through his tight swim shorts.
Safiyah Muħammad looked at Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī and shook her head “no.”
Muħammad struggled against his bonds, but it was hopeless.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was so fastidious that she would never give Muħammad a blowjob, or even kiss or lick his dick.
“Look, little wifey, if you don’t want to get fucked by all of us, you better give me a nice sweet blowjob. That’s your choice, and you better hurry up, because my company love nothing better than a young blond Musalmān pussy,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī threatened.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, hesitated and looked around fearfully.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī took his enormous Uncut Hindu Penis, already half hard, out of his swim shorts and shoved it in her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Safiyah Muħammad kept her lips shut tightly, but Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī grabbed her long thick blond hair and batted her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face with his huge club-like Uncut Hindu Penis.
Then he put it back to her lips and pulled on her hair viciously.
Safiyah Muħammad cried out in pain,
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could only say “Mmmppphhh” in surprise at the large Uncut Hindu Penis invading her lips.
“No teeth, remember gringa. Give me a good blow job, and they won’t touch your precious little Musalmān pussy.”
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī held her head still while he plunged his Uncut Hindu Lund down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was choking and sobbing.
At first he could fit only about a quarter of his long thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth , but he kept pushing, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper and deeper down her long aristocratic throat, as she was forced to deep throat him.
Muħammad was amazed to see that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was taking about 8 of his 12 inches down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat.
Moreover he was shamefully surprised that he imagined it was not Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī ‘s Uncut Hindu Lund, instead his own cut Musalmān nūnī was into his wife Safiyah Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
‘Sālī,’ Muħammad found himself imagining to say, ‘never took my cut Musalmān nūnī even, into your over sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth. Now take Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s dirty Uncut Hindu Lund and suck it. Fuck, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī , fuck my over religious over sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife so that she should be ashamed of herself and never refuse me for anything out of way.’
Muħammad was amazed on his own thoughts.
Allah, what is this he is thinking?
He felt a shiver going through his entire body.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī let go of her head, and she took her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off, choking and sobbing.
It was incredibly sexy to see Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, on her knees with her large breasts exposed, her long blond hair, and cute upturned nose, giving a blowjob to this muscular young Hindu man.
After a while, he let go of her head, and Muħammad saw that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was now herself willing sucking him tightly and plunging her head down over his Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad could see his Uncut Hindu Lund making Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s cheeks and throat bulge.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, grabbed Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s thick Hindu legs for support and even ran her beautiful Musalmān hands up and down his thick hairy Hindu leg as she pleasured Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī .
Muħammad hoped that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was just trying to get him off faster so that they could escape.
“Hey gringo, Muħammad. Sālé, Your wife gives good head. Safiyah Muħammad likes my big hard Uncut Hindu Lund,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī laughed.
Then Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, reached up and cupped his balls in her hand, pulling on them very gently.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī grimaced in pleasure, his body stiffened, and he started coming into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a yell.
When she realized that he was coming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth , she tried to pull away, but he grabbed her head tightly as he pumped his Hindu load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .
Her eyes widened as his hot Hindu salty come filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and dribbled out the corners of her mouth.
When he let go of Safiyah Muħammad’s head, she pulled back and coughed violently, Hindu come dripping down her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and onto her breasts.
Any hope that Safiyah Muħammad and Muħammad might be released after getting Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī off was dashed when another muscular young Hindu man, Shankar Mahā Rudr, stepped up for his blow job.
He pulled down his shorts and stuck his Uncut Hindu Lund into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s face.
His Uncut Hindu Lund was not as long as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s, but thicker, almost like a baseball bat.
Muħammad didn’t see how Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could ever fit that monster into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, closed her eyes and opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth obediently, and Shankar Mahā Rudr pushed his thick Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .
Her eyes widened at his huge Hindu girth and she tried to pull back, but Shankar Mahā Rudr grabbed her head and forced his thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
After a minute Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, became used to the large Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth , and started sucking as best as she could.
Muħammad could hardly believe it when Muħammad saw her reach up and caress his Hindu ass, pulling Shankar Mahā Rudr deeper into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .
Then Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them.
Muħammad heard her moan with a humming sound “Mmmmmmmm” as she blew Shankar Mahā Rudr.
Finally Shankar Mahā Rudr groaned in pleasure and let loose another load of hot Hindu come into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .
Muħammad saw her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat working as she tried to swallow all Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Hindu come, but there was too much.
Come spilled out onto her cheeks and dribbled down onto her large white breasts, adding to the come already sprinkled on her breasts and face from Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.
One of the Musalmān girls shouted out spitefully,
The Hindus all yelled in agreement, seeming to forget or ignore Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s promise not to touch her pussy.
The grabbed her and threw her down onto a big red blanket.
Up till now, nobody had ever sampled that sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot except for Muħammad himself.
In fact, Safiyah Muħammad was practically a virgin, since they had been married only a few days ago.
Muħammad’s new wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was completely naked now.
She struggled valiantly, but two big Hindus each held one arm out, and the two Musalmān girls wearing bikinis each grabbed one of her long legs, leaving her spread-eagled and pinned to the ground.
Her large firm breasts, spattered with thick Hindu come, stuck out to the sky, and her neatly manicured tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed for all to see.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said,
“Hey Durgesh, why don’t try her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot first. I bet she’s never enjoyed an Uncut Hindu Lund before.”
Medium Hindu man, a solid muscle, I pulled down my shorts to reveal a long thick snake of a Uncut Hindu Lund, about 10 inches long and very thick.
How would that monster ever fit in her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?
Safiyah Muħammad had sex for the first time in her life only a couple of days ago.
Of course, Muħammad had been very gentle and slow, and his cut Musalmān nūnī was only an average two inches.
Now his modest new wife was about to be raped with a huge great Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad struggled violently against his ropes, but to no avail.
Durgesh kneeled in front of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s naked exposed body and rubbed his hard Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her blond furry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, struggled feebly against her bonds as his great Uncut Hindu Lund touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Durgesh leaned forward and pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Ooohhhh noooooo,” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, yelled in pain.
But Durgesh kept pushing his way slowly into her blond Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, splitting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips wider and wider.
He was evidently having problems fitting his huge Uncut Hindu Lund into her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Man o man!” I exclaimed. “This is one tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Sure feels good.”
I became excited and started to push harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
“Oooooohhhhhhh,” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, moaned in pain.
Over and over, I pushed my way into the depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot like a wild bull or stallion.
I was so big, and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, so tight, that it took about a dozen Hindu thrusts before I was fully embedded, my huge Uncut Hindu Lund reaching places that had never been touched before.
He fucked her vigorously, pushing his Uncut Hindu Lund up to the hilt, and grinding his Hindu pubes against hers.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was incredibly tight when they had sex and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, complained about how big his average-size cut Musalmān nūnī was.
There was no way Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could escape with this big Hindu man in between her legs.
There was obviously no point in trying to resist or push me off, so Safiyah Muħammad lay there helplessly, her arms and legs spread wide, while I fucked her.
It was strange to see the contrast of the Hindu man’s hairy body intertwined with his blond wife’s white limbs.
“Oh! oh! oh!” she said in time to my Hindu thrusts, whether in pain or pleasure it wasn’t clear.
Everybody stood around and watched the spectacle of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, being fucked by me.
One of the Musalmān girls, Ħamd, noticed and said,
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, looked over at Muħammad in surprise, and Muħammad turned his head away in extreme shame.
The brown-haired girl came over to where Muħammad was laying on the sand helplessly, his hands tied behind his back, and she pulled his shorts down, exposing his two-inch hard on.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī came forward to watch Muħammad.
Then he reached down and started stroking his Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was intent on humiliating him in front of the group and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad,.
She put her hand around his hard cut Musalmān nūnī and pumped vigorously, and in just a minute Muħammad erupted all over her hand, while she giggled in amusement.
Ħamd continued pumping until she had drained his balls, and then she shoved her come-covered hand in his face.
Ħamd ordered Muħammad to clean her up.
Muħammad had no choice but to lick his own salty come off her hand.
Meanwhile I continued to fuck Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad.
Muħammad noticed that she kept her legs wide and put her knees up, feet on the ground, affording me easy access to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Ooohhhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Mmmmnnnn! Mmmmnnmph!” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was moaning now in what seemed to be a combination of pleasure and pain.
“Hey man, your wife’s got a juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, man. She’s enjoying this.”
He and another Hindu man dragged Muħammad over to where Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was getting fucked.
They stuck his head between her legs, right next to where my great Uncut Hindu Lund was plunging in and out of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, splitting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips wide.
Muħammad could see that indeed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was very wet, and juice dripped from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot onto the blanket underneath.
My huge Hindu balls slapped up against her extremely beautiful gorgeous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt as I fucked her.
Muħammad was amazed to see Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s butt begin to move and respond to my great Hindu fucking; her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass rising up to Meet my utmost powerful Hindu thrusts.
Muħammad thought Muħammad heard her groan in pleasure and then her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass moved rhythmically, humping up against me, meeting me thrust for vigorous thrust.
“Ooooohhh! Yesssss!! Ooohhh god. That feels sooo. . . good!” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, said in ecstasy.
“Ooo weee, this girl is hot. She’s coming all over my Uncut Hindu Lund man. Safiyah Muħammad likes it,” I smiled.
As Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad humped up against me, Muħammad watched the juice start to run freely out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Muħammad knew that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was indeed coming all over my big great Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then Muħammad saw my balls tighten up to my body as I fucked her harder and deeper.
Muħammad heard me groan loudly with joy, and Muħammad knew that I was filling Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, up with my Hindu come.
Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, wasn’t on the pill and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb was filling up with a Hindu stranger’s hot juicy Hindu sperm. Sure enough, the white thick Hindu cream overflowed out of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, down her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and onto the blanket.
Thrust after thrust after thrust, I continued pumping Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, full of my hot Hindu come.
Finally, I finished, and clambered up off Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad. Muħammad saw Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretched and oozing come, and Muħammad was close enough to smell her sex juices mingled with mine.
But immediately, I climbed once again, into the saddle of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s legs and stuck my Uncut Hindu Lund into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, once more.
The tan buttocks of mine humped her vigorously, and again Muħammad was forced to watch as my heavy balls slapped up against Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s tight Musalmān ass.
After a few minutes, Muħammad saw Safiyah Muħammad ass start to move in rhythmic contractions of orgasm.
“Ooohhh, yes. Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck me.” Muħammad was surprised to hear his new bride using such language.
Safiyah Muħammad wrapped her legs and arms tightly around my brown Hindu male body, sucked on my tongue, and orgasmed with evident intensity in response to my fucking.
Soon enough, I came too with a loud grunt as I emptied another load of my Hindu come into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
If Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, become pregnant, Muħammad thought, there would be no way to know whose baby it was, unless it was a Hindu baby.
After the second round finished, yet in another round I fucked her, and Muħammad was forced to watch again.
After I got off her, Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was a slimy mess, dripping with my Hindu come of three rounds.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said,
“I think the gringo Muħammad, should clean up his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot for us. It’s getting pretty messy.”
His head was already between her legs, so it was an easy matter for them to stick his face in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and order Muħammad to lick and suck her clean.
Muħammad really didn’t have any choice but to lick and suck up my Hindu come that oozed from Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Of course there was plenty of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s juice too.
Muħammad kept sucking and licking until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was quite clean, and as Muħammad sucked on her clitoris, Muħammad was amazed to see her respond by humping against his mouth.
She reached down held his face tight to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she humped against Muħammad’s mouth and came again with a huge groan.
The men watching all laughed loudly to watch this, and as Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot spasmed in pleasure, she pushed another big load of come onto his face, which Muħammad was forced to lick clean.
After Muħammad was done, cleaning her up, they pulled Muħammad off to the side, and put Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, up on her hands and knees.
Her firm young tits hung down, and her engorged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed like a dog in heat.
I got on my knees behind her.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was hard again, and I was again ready to fuck her.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, moaned in pleasure.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī kneeled in front of her and stuck his Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She needed no forcing this time, as she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide to eagerly suck his Uncut Hindu Lund, and plunged her head back and forth over his Uncut Hindu Lund.
We pummeled her between them mercilessly, and Muħammad heard her groan in pleasure as Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, came yet again. “Mmmnnnnmmph!” Soon I came with a yell, and pumped my Hindu load into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī pumped a load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Safiyah Muħammad looked up to Muħammad with her green eyes.
They were momentarily amazed at this situation they were in.
But then she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth , clamped her lips tightly around his cut Musalmān nūnī, and Muħammad pumped into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .
Muħammad was so turned on from watching her fuck and suck me in so many rounds, that Muħammad soon let loose yet another load of come into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, while I still fucked her from behind.
The orgy lasted for several hours.
The Hindu men were taking turns with Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s mouth, while I still fucked her nonstop.
The other Musalmān girls finally stripped off their bikinis and spread their legs wide for their favorite Hindu man, realizing I was not available, busy in fucking Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, nonstop.
After all the Hindu men had come at least twice into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s mouth, they finally left, and his exhausted wife crawled over to untie Muħammad.
Muħammad wondered how their relationship could ever be the same.
I was still fucking Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad.
Yes, I saved his wife from being fucked by other Hindus thus, but she had to suck them at least.
I could have saved Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, from sucking other Hindus too, but Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was so furious with Muħammad that she herself wanted to punish Muħammad now.
Muħammad also wanted to be one of them his wife sucked.
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I was really astonished.
“Everywhere in public?”
“Why not?” entirely unashamed, Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked surprised.
“Well—” I could not respond her enthusiasm and surprise.
“Don’t tell me you are ashamed of fucking me everywhere in public.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me.
I had controlled me in the meantime.
“Never.” I was more enthusiastic now even than Fātimah Rasūlullāh was, “I promise to fuck you my darling, everywhere in public, wherever and whenever you want.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed me.
“Is it really possible, Durgesh darling?”
“Let’s see what we can do in the matter legally.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was immensely glad.
She actually was after breaking Kħadījah Muħammad’s record.
Kħadījah Muħammad was my Outdoor Sex Queen.
Yet, even Kħadījah Muħammad couldn’t make me fuck her everywhere in public wherever and whenever she wanted.***
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said with his usual judicial gravity.
“Gentlemen, I hope we can get a jury today.
It was second day of the trial.
It was the compulsion of the Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān that despite every desperate frantic effort of Ålī and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, she still allowed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr to remain on bail.
She refused to surrender to any bloody Congressperson even.
No, she was not a supporter of NDA.
She supported Congress.
But, she could not do it in this particular case due to her everaggressive daughter, Safiyah Muħammad.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān loved her daughter more than she loved Congress.
The BJP government at Madhya Pradesh managed to get more support from public then the wretched Congresspersons could.
It was the second term of the BJP government at Madhya Pradesh.
“I hope the same, your honor.” I said suavely.
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr looked at the beautiful assistant of the district attorney, Sabīħah Parvéz.
She always respected me and managed usually to be in the case, if I personally represented my client.
The persons suspected Sabīħah Parvéz actually loved me.
“The peremptory is with the prosecution.” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said.
Sabīħah Parvéz smiled.
“The prosecution passes, your honor.”
I arose, bowed and smiled.
“Let the jury be sworn.” I said, “The defense has no further peremptories and is satisfied with this jury.”
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr smiled as he said,
“Well, I hardly expected such prompt action. I thank both the councils. The clerk will now swear the jury and then the court will take a ten-minute recess.”
After the recess, Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr nodded to the table of the prosecution.
“Make your opening statement, Mr. Prosecutor.” The judge said.
Sabīħah Parvéz once more stood up.
“If it please the court,” Sabīħah Parvéz said, “and you members of the jury, for the most part I’m going to let the facts speak for themselves. Yet, as they are somewhat complicated, I’ll give you a brief outline.
“Under the terms of this trust, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had the right to sell the securities as she saw fit, purchase other securities, and to pay out such money as she saw fit to the beneficiary of the trust, Ms. Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we expect to prove that in the five years, the period during which the trust had been in effect, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, always made her accounting in such a technically legal way that it always disheartened Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”
Sabīħah Parvéz ignored my smile deliberately and went on,
“Furthermore, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we propose to show that the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had systematically looted the trust, using income from it to feather her own financial nest until she had built up an independent fortune in the name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh through shrewd steps, investments and manipulations.
The eyes of the ladies and gentlemen of the jury, as well as those of the audience, turned to Åāýéshah Abu Bakr with hatred.
I smiled reassuringly at Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
Sabīħah Parvéz took almost fifteen minutes to complete her opening statement.
After that Sabīħah Parvéz bowed with courtly dignity, strode back to the counsel table, and sat down.
“Sālī!” I squeezed her buttocks.
Sabīħah Parvéz winked at me and went to sit at her table innocently.
“Do you wish to make an opening statement at this time?” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr asked me.
“No, your honor. We’ll defer our opening statement until the defense is ready to put on its case.”
“Very well,” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said, “Call your first witness, Ms. Prosecutor.”
Sabīħah Parvéz called the autopsy surgeon, Dr. Bilqīs Kħān.
She testified that she had performed the autopsy of Åbdul Raħmān.
“Doctor,” I asked in cross-examination, “did you know the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, personally?”
Sabīħah Parvéz rose to her feet,
“Objected as impertinent and immaterial.”
“I don’t think so, your honor.” I said, “It may go to the bias of the witness.”
“Overruled.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled, “It’s a murder case. The defense is fighting to save a human life. The court will see that the defense must get every right, the law allows.”
“Thank you, your honor.” I bowed to the court.
“Answer the question, Doctor!”
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled triumphantly,
“The decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, was my ex husband, your honor.”
Sabīħah Parvéz leaned to me and whispered quite astonished,
“How did you know?”
“I’ve my own sources, Sālī!”
Then I addressed the witness,
“How long the marriage was in effect?”
“Not more than six months, sir.”
“Who approached the court for divorce?”
“Objected as to be immaterial, your honor.”Sabīħah Parvéz said, “The marriage of the witness to the decedent cannot be linked with his murder.”
“But, it can affect the testimony of the witness.” I insisted.
“How?”Sabīħah Parvéz asked me ironically, “I think the defense is trying to blacken the character of the decedent.”
“The defense has every right to show how responsible the decedent himself could be for his murder.”
“The court thinks the defense is right.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled again, “The objection is overruled.”
“I approached to the court for the divorce, your honor.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said gravely.
“On what grounds?”
“My husband suspected my relation with one of my friends, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
“Was it true?”
“Yes, your honor.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān answered to the court.
“Did you love Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý prior to your marriage with the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān?” I asked.
“Then why did you marry Åbdul Raħmān, instead of Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý?”
“Because Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed my parents.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān exploded the bombshell.
The jury and the audience were stunned due to the sudden development of the case.
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was the first witness of the prosecution.
Everyone expected her testimony to be a routine testimony.
None expected this explosive character revelation of the victim.
What none of them knew was that it was deliberately managed by me.
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was on leave when the dead body of Åbdul Raħmān was brought for autopsy.
I managed to cancel her leave so that she herself could perform his autopsy, and I could bring these facts in cross-examination.
The prosecution’s everfirst witness blackened the character of the decedent.
“The Hindu playboy can go to any limit to protect his Musalmān Beauties.” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad gritted his teeth, “He is the legal wizard, too much resourceful, a master psychologist and a master cross examiner.”
“You are right, sir.”
“Do you really love Durgesh, Sabīħah?”
“Sabīħah, I respect the beast.”
“I know, sir. And I’m proud of my chief that I work under such a nice gentleman.”
“Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed your parents?” I let my surprise register on my body language literally.
“Yes, sir.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān went on, “He blackmailed Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý too and compelled him to marry his own sister, my sister in law, Nafīsah Raħmān.”
“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”
“Yes, sir. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is my sister in law. She also loved Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. My husband managed through his blackmails that his sister Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān succeeded in marrying Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
“You didn’t object?”
“My parents requested me to protect their own secrets.”
“And you surrendered?”
“Yes. I had to. Yet, I never surrendered my body to Åbdul Raħmān.”
“Never?” I registered my surprise again.
“Never.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully, “I told the bloody blackmailer that I am a One Man Woman. I’ve already surrendered my pious Sunni Musalmān body to my Hindu love, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he’ll be the only man in my life.”
“What did he tell in response?”
“He said he isn’t interested in my body. He was interested only in the marriage of his sister, Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān with Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he has succeeded in it.”
“Åbdul Raħmān never touched you as a husband.”
“I hated the bloody blackmailer.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully once again, “I never allowed him.”
I looked at Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr.
“Your honor, I see Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is in the court. She is a witness for prosecution, I believe.”
“Of course, your honor. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān and even her husband, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý, both are the witnesses for the prosecution.”
“Your honor, I request to call Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān for some clarification.”
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān testified that the death of Åbdul Raħmān had been caused by a single gunshot wound in the head.
She testified that it had been fired into the left temple from a gun that had been not more than six inches away from the man’s head at the time of its discharge.
She fixed the time of death as between nine thirty o’clock and two thirty A. M. on the night of the fifth and sixth May 2010.
“Death could have been at nine o’clock, Doctor?” I asked.
“I doubt it.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān looked at me gravely.
“At eight thirty?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But it could have been at eight thirty?”
“It’s possible but not probable. I fix nine thirty as the earliest hour.”
“But it’s possible death occurred at eight thirty?”
“Yet, not probable. We can’t fix the time of death with a stop watch.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled at me.
I smiled back at her,
“That’s all, Doctor. Thank you.”
Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān took the witness stand.
Sabīħah Parvéz examined her,
“What’s your name?”
“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.”
“Were you related to the decedent Åbdul Raħmān?”
“He was my brother.”
“When did you know your brother was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company?”
“He was never interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”
“What do you mean?”
“Actually I was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “My brother was acting as my agent in the bargain.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was all-alert now.
Even I could not help to remember when Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān first met me.
She was accompanied by Kħadījah Muħammad to my office.
“Hello, you are Durgesh?” she asked.
“You are Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”I grinned.
“What can I do for you?”
“I understand you are representing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.”
“I see. How do you understand that?”
“So many communal Musalmeen have told me so. So far they are always themselves in trouble.”
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
“That doesn’t mean it would happen in future too.”
“I believe in crossing a bridge when I reach it.”
“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is a hot potato.”
“I love Musalmān Beauties hottest.” I smiled.
“You don’t know anything.”
“I’d be obliged to you very much if you’d tell me what I don’t know.”
“I’ve learned that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr made statements that I’m crooked. She told that I don’t manage my company for the benefit of my shareholders. I do it to manipulate it for my own purposes.”
“I see.” I smiled at Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.
“She said that I don’t know straight up about oil. I was primarily interested in biking people into investing in stock so I could keep myself in power as the head of the company at a darn good salary.”
I smiled urbanely.
“I hope you can prove, in a competent court, what you are charging my client to say.”
“I hope they are disinterested.”
“What do you mean?”
“The witnesses are too human beings, Doctor. They have their own human weaknesses and shortcomings. It has been proven so many times in courts that they’ve lied.”
“I have their affidavits.”
“And why did you have them?”
“So that they can’t lie on a later date in court.”
“So, you think they can lie?”
“Anyone can lie.”
“And so do your witnesses?” I kept on smiling.
“They are also human beings, as you’ve yourself said.”
“So, you want a court to believe such profound liars you yourself don’t believe?”
“What?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān looked at me all alert, “Who said I don’t believe my own witnesses?”
“Your actions do. Why else you needed their affidavits, if you believe they won’t lie?”
“What a man you are?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “The extent you go to protect your Musalmān concubines.”
“You are right both ways. Are you not? If I hadn’t taken their affidavits, you’ve claimed they lie. And now when I have their affidavits you claim I myself am afraid of them that they could lie otherwise.”
I smiled shrewdly.
Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled too.
“I want to warn you that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so much crooked that even all your excellent shrewdness cannot save her. Even you can save only the innocent ones.”
“Of course, you are right. But the mistake you are doing is that you think yourself a judge.”
“I don’t, never.”
“So why don’t you let a judge decide who is guilty and who is innocent?”
“My management has been vindicated. I bet Åāýéshah Abu Bakr wishes she had the twenty thousand shares of stock she sold a while ago.”
“Sold it?” I asked smiling.
“As if you don’t know what your foolish Musalmān concubine, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, did. I heard and believed that you love Musalmān Beauties with brains. But Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so beautiful that you broke your rule.”
“She is a Musalmān Beauty without brains. She made detrimental statements to me when she sold the shares. She sold the stock to a purchaser warning her that it probably wasn’t any good. She foolishly said to her that I didn’t know straight up about the oil business. She claimed that I was just working a flimflam getting a lot of sterile acreage tied up so that I could make a big showing to people who knew nothing about the oil business, keep drawing a nice salary, and have an expense account, a private air plane and all that sort of stuff.”
“I’m surprised that instead of suing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr for what you claim she said, you came to me.”
Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I smiled, “I’m disheartened.”
“Nonsense! I’m not fool enough even to think so. You have millions of us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties still trying to friend with you, you even can’t oblige. I’m merely trying not to have a dangerous antagonist out of you, instead of an extremely precious friend of us entire Musalmān Beauties.”
“Can we be friends?”
“How, if you want to sue one of my beloveds?”
“Nonsense! You are wise enough to understand I haven’t come to you if I wanted to do that.”
“Let me hear why actually you’ve come to me.”
“Thank you.” I looked at her really gratefully.
“I want you at my side of the fence, not in the opposite one.”
“So, what do you propose?”
“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr has foolishly damaged my image and that of my Company, Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company, too. I’m the President of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. She could have sold her stock without any such unnecessary comment. Do you agree?”
“I’m not here to sue. I’m not here to threaten. I’m wise enough to understand you must be on my side.”
“I thank you once again. Just finish what you want to say.”
“You’d have it. Anything else?”
“Thank you very much, Durgesh.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān was all smiles, “Now, I’m glad I decided to come to you.”
This entire event flashed through my mind just in one second or two.***
Safiyah Muħammad waved the director past, concentrating on her hair and make-up instead.
She didn’t really care who she was doing, as long as he is a Hindu.
She was not the first.
Neither she was alone.
“An Uncut Hindu Penis” Safiyah Muħammad used to say, “gives you something more than a cut cock can.”
“And what’s that?” her friends asked her.
“That’s right. Its Foreskin.” Safiyah Muħammad repeated, “It opens inside you when it enters, and closes when it’s pulled out.”
“You can’t imagine how much a woman enjoys the experience of its opening and closing inside.” Safiyah Muħammad’s eyes became starry, “I can’t describe the sexual bliss I do feel when the Uncut Hindu Foreskin opens and closes inside me in each powerful Hindu thrust. I’d do anything to get that unique experience repeated over and over endlessly.”
“You hate Musalmān males?” her friends asked Safiyah Muħammad.
“No. How can I hate them? They are my Dīnī brothers, my co religionists. It’s only sex I don’t like with them.”
“You don’t hate them”
“Never. No question at all.”
With this porn, she would have made enough to get herself completely out of debt and then maybe she could go and get a real job.
She didn’t need any job actually.
Her Ammījān, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had made so much money for her daughter that didn’t need to do anything for money.
She hated to live on her Ammījān’s money only.
She wanted to be self dependent.
Tossing her long black hair the pretty Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl pouted at herself in the mirror, looking at the short silky Kimono that clung to her great attractive curves.
They had even gotten the culture right.
Safiyah Muħammad enjoyed it very much.
She’d watched her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān once having sex with me.
I always warned Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān,
“So what?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face from my Uncut Hindu Penis she was sucking passionately, “Who says it’s illegal for a Chief Justice to have sex with her lover?”
“She can see us in this way.”
Safiyah Muħammad, watching us from the keyhole, was all-alert now.
Safiyah Muħammad had anticipated that.
Her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and her Abbū, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had been married for twenty-six years.
In fact, today was their wedding Anniversary.
But that wasn’t why Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was examining her reflection as she adjusted her bra and sweater in the big bathroom mirror.
She was preparing to attend a reception for the daughter of one of her best friends.
The sweater was cut much lower than anything she normally wore.
She’d never shown that much cleavage in public before.
Many women didn’t have anywhere that much cleavage to show!
The new bra she’d bought a month ago really showed off her glorious breasts.
She’d worn it several times before with her regular tops.
Men would stop dead and stare.
It was if she were walking naked.
But with this new sweater, Allah!
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had always had large breasts, so she knew ahead of time she’d always get attention.
If she wasn’t totally comfortable with it, at least she was used to it.
Over the years, she’d put on about thirty-five pounds, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm always kidded that most it went to her tits.
And he adored them.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked at herself critically.
She was obviously not the lithe young college cheerleader she was when she met her husband.
But her face was still very pretty, her eyes a beautiful pale blue, and her hair had never darkened.
It was still ash blond and totally straight.
Just a couple of months ago, at the mall, a handsome manager was admiring her as she waited in a checkout line.
Most men just stared silently; very few ever said anything.
He, however, smiled.
“I just wanted to tell you that your hair is the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”
And walked away.
She was on a high for the rest of the day.
She still smiled to herself when she remembered.
Then there was her mouth.
It was larger than Julia Roberts’ and she had those full puffy lips that some women have to pay for.
Her perfect, white teeth gave her a great smile.
A friend once told her that if she didn’t have those boobs, guys would be lusting after her mouth.
Once, while waiting for Muħammad Ibrāhīm at a restaurant bar, a nice looking man in a suit sitting across the bar kept stealing furtive glances at her.
She decided to tease him a little, so, like some feminine ninja; she took up lipstick and mirror and delivered a slow, sensuous performance.
As she applied a thick coat of shiny, shocking pink, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān deliberately pursed her lips, opened her mouth in an oval, and ran her tongue across them.
As she pretended to admire her handiwork in the mirror, she actually was peeking to see his reaction.
Subconsciously, he lifted his hips off the stool and reached below the bar level, obviously needing to make an adjustment to relieve a pressure down there.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was thrilled that she could cause such a reaction.
When she saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm arrive she slid off her stool, she opened her jacket, pushed her shoulders back and smoothed her sweater.
She was no longer looking at the guy across the bar, but she was positive he was looking at her.
As she closed her jacket again, she smiled at Muħammad Ibrāhīm and with a quick glance on the way to the restaurant, noticed that a second adjustment was being performed.
Finally, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān turned her attention to her legs.
They showed the signs of her weight, but were proportionate and shapely.
She wore a black silk skirt that ended about three inches above the knee and had a 4-inch slit at the left front.
She slowly raised the hem until she could see above the tops of her thigh high stockings and just a peek of her black silk panties.
The stockings were something for Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
Like all men, he preferred them to pantyhose, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was going to do some subtle teasing at the reception.
She thought that if she gave him and occasional glimpse above the stocking, and maybe even let him run his hand up her skirt, the turn on might be an additional boost to his erection.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s cock was a little over two inches long, moreover what he’d lacked in size he could not make up even for in firmness.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān did not have even any lover before Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
In the past year or so, moreover, Muħammad Ibrāhīm often failed to achieve even full erection.
Sometimes, even her oral manipulations weren’t enough.
And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was having trouble achieving her own orgasm with the new softer Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
More often than ever, she had to finish herself manually.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had thought about Viagra, but that was a subject Muħammad Ibrāhīm would have to bring up himself.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walked out of the bathroom and faced Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“How do I look?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mouth hung open.
“Allah!” he gasped, smiling like a high school junior who’d picked up his blind date and found Dolly Parton. Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had her answer.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm immediately groped her breasts, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān backed away.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
“No buts. Come on, we’ll be late.”
The hotel was only about five minutes from the reception hall.
Actually, the hall was only about twenty-five miles from Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s house, but they decided to get a room close by so they wouldn’t have such a drive home afterward.
And, both secretly thought, maybe there would be a little romance, too.
On the drive to the reception, Muħammad Ibrāhīm kept looking sideways at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s breasts.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled, wondering what reaction Muħammad Ibrāhīm was having somewhere below his eyes.
When she slid into the passenger seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure Muħammad Ibrāhīm got an eyeful of her legs and allowed just the beginnings of the stocking tops to show.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm noticed.
In her seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s skirt was resting about six inches above her knee and she left her legs slightly parted.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm dropped his hand on her thigh and started to run it up her leg.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān pushed his hand away.
“That’s for later, she told her husband.
“And keep your eyes on the road.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān giggled.
“Let’s just bag the reception and go back to the room right now,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm suggested hopefully.
Oh how Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wanted to do just that!
She wanted Muħammad Ibrāhīm rock solid tonight though, and her plan to achieve that was just starting.
“Well, that might be fun, but I was thinking of something else first.”
“What?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked excitedly.
“Do you think anyone else at the reception will notice how I look?”
“I think everyone else will notice. I think if we were going to a funeral, the corpse would notice.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had to laugh.
She loved his sense of humor.
She was a little nervous about the next step however.
“Well, you know how I sometimes tell you about guys who check out my boobs during the day? Like last week when the bag boy at the supermarket couldn’t close his mouth, and messed up the bags and everything. Even the cashier had to laugh and tell him to put his tongue back in his mouth. You said I was such a tease with my big Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs flouncing everywhere. I said I didn’t do anything, but that you loved hearing about it. You even admitted it got you hard.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been looking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm to gauge his reaction to what she was saying, ready to backpedal if he seemed hesitant.
She took a breath and plunged in.
“So, I thought I’d give us both a thrill and do some teasing tonight. You could watch and maybe I’d get turned on a bit as well. Depends on what the guy looks like.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm swallowed hard. “What would you do?”
“Oh, I’m not sure how far I’d carry it. Not very. Show some cleavage, obviously, maybe press my tits against him if we danced. Maybe hump his leg a little if he really turned me on.”
” Would you kiss him, or let him feel you up?”
“Would you mind?”
“If that’s all, I think I could handle it. You know sometimes when I think about you and another guy, it sort of turns me on in a way. Guess that’s kind of weird, huh? Just don’t act like too much of a slut.”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, that’s disgusting! But the really nice thing is we won’t know anybody there except Noo. And we won’t ever see any of them again either. So it’s the perfect occasion to be a little daring.”
At the reception, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm sat at a table with two other couples from Noor’s work.
Both were mid-thirties and pleasant enough.
One husband was fairly attractive, but the other was a complete nerd.
Both did a double take when they saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, but she didn’t want to start any trouble by playing up to someone’s husband.
At the next table were five interns from the hospital where Noor’s daughter worked.
Two of them had dates.
They too noticed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as soon as she sat down.
They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, and all were very attractive.
No doubt about it, these guys were ready for a party.
Noor came over after Muħammad Ibrāhīm had gotten drinks and proceeded to introduce everyone at the table and then waved the young doctors from the other table over.
She introduced each to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
They all grinned widely and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled back.
The last intern introduced was Durgesh.
I was medium in height and slim and spoke with a perfect Indian accent as I shook Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s hand.
“Pleased to meet you.”
My eyes looked deeply into Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s, and I didn’t release her hand.
She was immediately wet.
Could Durgesh tell?
“Oh, what a nice accent. Where are you from?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked.
I was the most handsome man Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had ever met.
After introductions, Noor stood to the side chatting briefly with Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
She kidded Muħammad Ibrāhīm that he’d better keep Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān away from the interns, given the way his wife looked.
Noor made a special point to single out Durgesh.
“Durgesh‘s already slept with all the extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Lady Doctors on the floor,” Noor stated, winking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm. “And, he’s a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt man,” she finished, smiling at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly finished her drink and went to the bar for another.
She ordered a double because she needed the courage of alcohol.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew better than to make me part of her little teasing games that evening.
Her husband was no a bigot but, there was no telling how he might react.
However, any one of the other four young Hindu men would do nicely.
True her word, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān flirted and danced with each of the interns.
Mostly they were fast dances, but after the nerdy husband asked her once, she used that as an excuse to ask the sexiest intern, me, to rescue her so he couldn’t ask again.
It was a slow number, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure she pressed her chest firmly against mine.
She danced mostly with me from then on.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu erection and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was getting progressively wetter.
Her teasing had better be having the desired effect on Muħammad Ibrāhīm, as she would be in some serious need of attention later.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān watched her husband to see my extra ordinary Hindu reaction, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm seemed fine.
She dragged him to the dance floor once and moved her body in to feel his.
“Why Muħammad Ibrāhīm lass,” she whispered in his ear, “I do believe there’s some tenting going on in your pants. Are you experiencing a chubby?”
He laughed and admitted he was enjoying her show.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān revealed she was enjoying it as well and that he’d better be prepared for a tigress when they got back to their room.
Despite her earlier good intentions, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān found herself subtly teasing me as well.
She was unable to curb her attraction to the young Hindu man.
When she talked to me, she deliberately licked her lips.
I ignored her and she became increasingly irritated.
Durgesh, it seemed to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had decided to tease the tease.
My movements were oh, so erotic.
I never looked directly at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, yet I always seemed to know where she was and that she was stealing glances at me.
I would move my partner to a position where only Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān could see, then deliberately kiss Her neck, fondle Her breast, or massage Her ass.
It was like I was telling Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, I can have any Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman Here, including you, and I know it. What’s more, you know it too, so if you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it, beg for it.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān mentally tortured herself imagining the forbidden fruit that was Durgesh.
After so many years of knowing she could have whatever she wanted from men, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was faced with wanting something she wasn’t sure she could get.
It infuriated and enflamed Her.
Finally, her panties were soaked through from watching the handsome young Hindu man she’d had enough.
I wasn’t moving on her and she didn’t have the nerve to approach me.
Her husband’s dick had better be good and hard tonight, damn it!
“Let’s go,” she said to Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“OK, I just have to use the men’s room first.”
As Muħammad Ibrāhīm walked off, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw me approach the Juice Corner.
As if she were a programmed computer, she walked over for one last hopeful attempt to get me to acknowledge her.
With Her chest thrust out as alluringly as she knew how, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled at me.
I looked into her eyes and never even glanced below.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had meant to tell me she was leaving, but found herself deliberately looking down at Her chest and back up to my face.
“Don’t you want to touch them?” she asked me.
For a split second, I acted as I didn’t understand her question, and then I smiled broadly.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly took my hand and led me out the back door.
Safiyah Muħammad, closely watching her Ammījān, followed us.
Once outside, we rounded a corner of the building where it was pitch black.
We were facing each other, but neither could see a thing.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān brought my hand up and placed it on her breast.
I raised my other hand and massaged Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s chest.
SHE moaned deeply, and with her own hand, reached for my Hindu crotch.
SHE fell against my chest as my size startled her.
SHE quickly unzipped my slacks and extracted my Hindu phallus.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān stroked me for no more than 10 seconds before she whimpered,
“I’ve got to have you, Durgesh.” as she slid to her knees and began playing with me.
SHE used her hand to help get me off.
It didn’t take long.
As I neared my release, I took Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān by the shoulders and tried to lift her up.
“Let me fuck you,” I told her.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān shook Her Head.
Although I couldn’t see her in the darkness, I felt her answer as my Uncut Hindu Cock was pulled from side to side.
“My husband is waiting, please come,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said, temporarily removing the fleshy, exciting Uncut Hindu tube from her mouth.
When I moaned, signaling my imminent ejaculation, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she too would orgasm.
As I shot off into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān reached under her skirt and moved her finger across her panties at her clit.
THE magnitude of her own orgasm shocked her.
SHE slumped to her hands and knees against my legs.
SHE swallowed my Hindu load in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth though the distraction of her own release prevented her from tasting anything at that moment.
SHE was shaking so badly, I had to help her to her feet.
“That was wonderful.” I said as I helped Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to her feet.
“Mmmm…but I’ve got to get back to my husband.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān caressed my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock as she replaced it into my pants.
She left me to zip up as she hurried away.
As she walked around the side of the building and into the back of the parking lot, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm walking from their car back toward the front door.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told me she had to hurry and quickly walked to the car and then toward the front door.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had just turned from scanning the hall again and saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walking toward him.
“Where have you been?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked first, making it seem that Muħammad Ibrāhīm had been the one missing.
She was smarter than her idiot Musalmān husband was.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties were so.
I knew very well.
It was nothing extra ordinary.
“Looking for you, where’ve you been?”
“Let’s just go,” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
When she got in the car, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was horrified when she noticed some blades of grass clinging to her stocking clad knees.
She quickly closed her door to extinguish the light.
She was furiously brushing at her knees when Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned over and kissed her.
Before she could stop him, his tongue was searching her mouth.
Allah, thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, could Muħammad Ibrāhīm taste Durgesh.
She certainly still could.
Both Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were silent during the ride back to the hotel, each wondering why the other was so quiet but unwilling emerge from their own erotic thoughts and speak first.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mind was alive with thoughts of his wife.
Certainly, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been more flirtatious, at times even seductive, tonight than he’d ever seen her.
Neither Muħammad Ibrāhīm nor Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was prudes particularly.
They’d discussed things like swapping and affairs, but neither had the bravado move things beyond personal fantasies.
Several times, he’d seen her kissing one particular intern deeply.
He didn’t know then it was I.
All this had caused Muħammad Ibrāhīm to become aroused.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, on the other hand, was musing about her own actions, the touching, the smell and tastes, the heft of my Uncut Hindu manhood in her hand.
Little flutters and flares ignited and pulsed through her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as, head back and eyes closed in the car’s dark interior, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān experienced a series mentally generated, mini-climaxes, something she’d never done before.
Her breathing was so shallow as to be nonexistent as she mentally approached the pure excitement that had been my moment of fulfillment.
My performance reminded Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān of how the Romans viewed oral sex.
It was the man who gave the woman fellatio, not the other way around.
Tonight, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān considered the blowjob my ever-unforgettable Hindu gift to her, not her gift to me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had noticed something else.
Though Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān undoubtedly thought she was being surreptitious about it, her attention kept wandering to the Hindu young man.
Just as they were set to leave, he’d seen them talking together, and then both were missing.
What had happened?
Muħammad Ibrāhīm suspected Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had gone somewhere with me and let me grope and kiss her.
He really wanted to find out what happened with me.
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She rushed to me, put her arms around my neck, hugged me and kissed.
With tear-swollen eyes she said,
“I knew you can do the wonders. I’m released on bail, while everyone said it was impossible.”
I kissed her to assure her faith in me.
“Let’s go. You are released on bail, not acquitted yet.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed,
She was not taking the matter seriously even now.
It was all only a game for her, even now.
It was very difficult to live the faith my women had in me.
They believed I was not an ordinary human being.
I knew what I was.
“How much did you tell them?” I asked when I thought Åāýéshah Abu Bakr could answer me.
It was only when we reached home.
“Not a thing.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed, “I told them that I resented the way they had made the arrest and taken me out of Saåūdī Arabia. I told them that I thought I have been kidnapped by the police.”
I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr gravely.
She did not love Fātimah Rasūlullāh as her trustee.
She loved her as if she was her elder sister, her Bājī.
Well, she was not.
Moreover, Fātimah Rasūlullāh did not appreciate her as she wanted to.
She took her only as her trustee.
One side love.
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was an emotional stupid.
Instead of my repeated warnings, she could never control her emotions.
Ultimately it resulted in adverse.
Her emotions put her behind the bars.
She was unable to understand she couldn’t play with the law.
All her supporters from Congress miserably failed.
They were heavily bribed by Ålī, and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr went on,
“I told them that I was indignant. I hadn’t even to put on the act that I was too mad to cooperate. I was really mad.”
“It’s all right. The only thing is they damn care whether you are mad on their strategies or not.”
“Well, they failed in keeping me behind the bars. Haven’t they?”
“Because the Chief Justice has a daughter, Safiyah Muħammad, who loves me more than anything. She compelled her Ammījān to release you on bail to have me for her life.”
“Safiyah Muħammad is a nice kid.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr giggled.
“Only eighteen.” I said curtly, “And I’m sixty one. Her Ammījān, Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, never wanted her to be on my bed. Yet…”
“Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, is mistaken.”Åāýéshah Abu Bakr announced, “She herself enjoys you on her bed, even while her husband, Nādir Sheikħ is still living. A veteran Congressperson he is. Isn’t he?”
I did not answer her.
Instead, I smiled,
“Never underestimate a Congressperson, Åāýéshah.”
“They failed. Didn’t they?”
“Well, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib and Ålī could not keep me behind the bars despite their desperate frantic attempts.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr said scornfully, “Your Uncut Hindu Penis proved to be more dominant than any bloody Congressperson.”
It was useless to argue with her in this mood of her.
“What have they got on you, do you know?” I asked Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
“No.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr spat up, “Neither, I do care, damn it.”
“We still have to fight the case, Åāýéshah. You are accused of a murder.”
“Well, I never murdered the bloody blackmailer.”
“Tell me everything, you idiot.”.
She winked at me.
“I never knew you are so resourceful, Méré Hindu Piyā!”
“Stop praising me, and tell me what happened.”
“There isn’t much to tell.”
“Did you know the dead man?”
“I’ve talked with him on the phone. That is, if he’s Åbdul Raħmān.”
“What do you know about him?”
“Not too much. But he had me in kind of a peculiar position.”
“Well, not exactly. Åbdul Raħmān was engaged in a sneak attack, in a tiptoe attack, on the management of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. The dirty Congresspersons were helping him, against me, because I support NDA.”
“Don’t make it political, Åāýéshah.”
“Let’s keep politics out of it.”
“Will they allow?”
“Åbdul Raħmān wanted to get rid of the management and put his own crowd in.”
“You knew that?”
“I knew that—at least Åbdul Raħmān told me.”
“Åbdul Raħmān knew that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had a big block of stock in the oil company. At least he assumed she did. He knew that her Abbū, Rasūlullāh, had bought it and that it had gone into the trust fund.”
“And so Åbdul Raħmān went to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”
“He wanted her to give him a proxy?”
“He wanted her to give him a proxy. Fātimah Rasūlullāh told Åbdul Raħmān she couldn’t do it, because the stock was in my name as trustee. So then, Åbdul Raħmān asked her to write a letter to me as trustee, instructing me to give him a proxy on stock.”
“And Fātimah Rasūlullāh did?”
“Fātimah Rasūlullāh did.”
I watched her with keen interest,
I knew it was not easy for me to extract the truth out of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
Of course, she loved me.
But, almost all my women thought me a kind of demigod.
They were so thrilled and obsessed with my almost endless successes over their oppressors, their mankind.
They hated their tyrant mankind.
Consequently, they loved me even more than their own lives.
Alas, I could not live their optimism.
Despite all their optimism in me, I couldn’t forget I was too an ordinary man, a normal man, as the rest of the mankind.
Only difference I had from the rest was that I was abnormally hypersexual.
“Then,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr looked at me, “then, of course, I was in a spot. I didn’t have the stock. Moreover, I didn’t want Fātimah Rasūlullāh to know I didn’t have it. That would have caused her to ask for an accounting. That’s why I didn’t want to tell Åbdul Raħmān I’d sold the stock.”
“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled at me confidently.
She had already taken out my Uncut Hindu Penis out of my lower, and now she was playing with it,
“It was just before the strike in the new field. Åbdul Raħmān could have bought up the control of the company if he could have found the stock and had the money. But Åbdul Raħmān was working on a shoestring.”
It was necessary for me to win the case.
And it was necessary for me to win the case to keep the faith of my countless extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties in me intact.
I couldn’t be negligent even a bit.
“So what did you do, Åāýéshah?”
“I told Åbdul Raħmān I would have to know more about what he had in his mind. I told him I had to know his plans for developing the company’s property before I’d honor Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s letter.”
I smiled at her,
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled too,
I kissed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr passionately,
“I’m proud of all of you my Musalmān Beauties.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr winked at me,
“Thank you. Åbdul Raħmān insisted on seeing me. I refused to give him an interview. Then Åbdul Raħmān played his ace in the hole. He told me he had something to tell me about Ålī. Åbdul Raħmān told it would eliminate Ålī from the picture as far as Fātimah Rasūlullāh was concerned. He said he needed money to carry on his proxy campaign. Åbdul Raħmān said if I’d bring him ten thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, he’d give me an earful of facts against Ålī that would put the bastard Ålī out of circulation.”
I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr keenly,
“And Åbdul Raħmān wanted proxies too?”
“Åbdul Raħmān was a blackmailer then?”
“Well,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “every businessperson does so, every now and then, less or more.”
“That’s why they suffer from economic insecurities.” I commented tersely, “No honesty in business dealings, no Economic Security. It’s as simple as that. As you sow so you reap.”
“I know your views.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled sweetly to me, “However, you know I would have done anything to prevent Fātimah Rasūlullāh from marrying that bastard Ålī. He isn’t Ħazrat Ålīrzu as the idiot Fātimah Rasūlullāh thinks he is.”
I controlled myself,
“What about proxies?”
“That’s the strange, incredible thing. When Åbdul Raħmān made me that offer, I decided to take him up. I went out and bought up twenty thousand shares of Rājsthān Oil Stock in the joint name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh. Naturally, being the trustee I couldn’t do in my own name. I couldn’t do it in her sole name because Ålī would have made Fātimah Rasūlullāh to sell them for his vested interests. His scrupulous Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, would have helped cheerfully her bastard son. I got them hundred Rs. Per share. I intended to let Åbdul Raħmān think they were the original shares of stock from trust. Then within a couple of days, the new strike was made and the stock started climbing sky high.”
“And the stock is in our joint name, not in the name of trust?”
“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr twittered.
I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
“You have no letters from Åbdul Raħmān, no evidence to back up your story?”
“Åāýéshah, I especially instructed you never to believe any person. Anyone can cheat. Anyone can deceive you even when you need his/her support very much. We all are human beings and instead of how excellently we are trained in divinities, we are basically animals when born.”
“Yes, you always instruct me to rely on documentary proof admissible in a competent court.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled wearily.
“And yet you—”
“I never realized its gravity and importance to the extent you wanted to convey to me. Sorry.”
“What sorry? Instead of my repeated instructions, you do the same mistakes anyway. And now you are facing a murder charge.”
“Durgesh, I’m not as scrupulous as you are. I agree.”
“It’s needed to be scrupulous to survive in this world, full of beasts called human beings.”
“Sālī! Says ‘sorry’.”
“And why can’t I?”
“A woman loves to depend on her man.”
“Nonsense! Everyone must be as much independent as one can.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr only smiled.
She said nothing in response.
“You can’t afford to tell your story to the jury, Åāýéshah. It’ll crucify you.” I said ultimately.
“I did what I thought best.”
“Best for whom?”
“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, of course.”
“A jury would not agree with you.”
“I can’t help it.”
“You have to. You can’t neglect what a jury thinks. They are there to decide whether you have murdered Åbdul Raħmān or not.”
“The police don’t believe it. The district attorney does not believe it.”
“Because they are heavily bribed by Ålī and his Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.”
“Maybe, yet even if it’s true we can’t prove it in the court.” I said, “Yet, we have to prove you are not guilty.”
“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.
“You are not taking it seriously still now. In court, it’s not important what the defendant and the defense council thinks right. The important thing is what the jury and the judge thinks. We have to make them to see our point.”
“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled again, “I said it already.”
“Let me tell you what a jury will think. A jury will think you sold out the Rājsthān Oil stock from the trust fund. A jury will think that you had a tip the new wells were in oil sand. You acted on that tip to feather your own financial nest.”
“But in that case I would have purchased the shares in my name, not in your joint name with Fātimah Rasūlullāh.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr argued.
“Now you can see why I stopped you from purchasing the shares in your own name?”
“Sorry, I can see it now.”
“Åāýéshah, you are still not telling me the truth.”
“You are wrong, Durgesh.”
“You are foolishly shielding someone.”
“You are under wrong impression.”
“I can’t fight for you effectively if I don’t know the truth.”
“I know that.”
“You are an idiot who thinks I am a magician that can protect you even when you wouldn’t tell me the truth. You are overconfident of me. And it can turn to be suicidal.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.
“I don’t know. Why?”
“As many as thousands?”
“Maybe. I’m not getting your point yet.”
“How many of them lied to you?”
“Isn’t it a fact that most of them lied to you under this or that pretext?”
“What do you want to say?”
“How many of them got prosecuted to get punished?”
“None of them. Not even a single one.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “You always manage to prove them not guilty, and get them released either this way or that. You are a legal wizard, Durgesh, a master cross examiner.”
“Even I can fail someday.”
“You are getting more and more experienced day by day, making your so called failure more and more impossible.”
It was useless to argue with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
She had more confidence in me than even I did.***
Fātimah Rasūlullāh greeted me warmly,
“I’m honored. Thank you very much. I represent your trustee, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr charged with the murder of Åbdul Raħmān.”
“I know. Isn’t it too terrible for Åāýéshah?”
“These things almost always look blacker at the start. The police, and the persons who frame the innocents, always have succeeded at the beginning. Their erroneous version is believed to be true.”
“Yes, I can see your point.”
“I advised you to call your attorney.”
“Well, thank you.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled, “I don’t think you’d protect a Musalmān Beauty on the cost of the other.”
“Thanks for your confidence in me. Even then—”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me,
“It’s all right. Throw me to the wolves to protect your client. I doubt you are capable.”
“Thanks. Åāýéshah is your trustee. She maybe representing you, in a way. Yet, it doesn’t mean that I represent you too.”
“I understand. Please be seated.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh indicated a comfortable chair.
I thanked her and dropped into the chair.
“May I get you a drink?”
“Thanks, but I don’t take wine.”
“Let’s skip the formalities. Let’s think you offered me the juice and I’ve taken it. Tell me about the gun.”
“That’s what I said.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was all-alert now.
“What do you want to know about the gun?”
“Did Åāýéshah loan it to you?”
“Of course, she loaned me a gun.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled charmingly.
“Where is it?”
“In the drawer, in my bedroom.”
“Let’s go get it.”
“All right. I’ll bring it to you.”
“That’s why I wanted your attorney to be present here.”
“It’s a murder case. You need a witness to be with you whenever you deal with such weapons that maybe involved in the murder case.”
“Call your attorney now.”
“Can’t you yourself be a witness for the time being?”
“In that case, I’ve to accompany you into your bedroom.” I smiled, “Better call your own attorney.”
“I’d be jealous of her if she disturbs our privacy.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled suggestively, “A woman never wants her rival in her bedroom.”
“Well, well, I didn’t know your attorney was a lady.”
“A brilliant young Musalmān Beauty she is too.”
“So, you can see now why I didn’t call her despite your advice to the effect.”
“I think you want to watch my expressions while I handle that gun under the pretext that I need a witness.”
“Nonsense! Then I haven’t suggested you ever to call your attorney.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me cunningly.
“Okay, bring the gun yourself.”
“Not now. Come into my bedroom.”
“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, isn’t your bedroom a dangerous place if we both are there together?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled challengingly.
“Let’s see how dangerous a place my bedroom is, if we both are there together.”
“Do you really mean it?”
“I’ve nothing to hide.”
“I thought every woman has so many things to hide from a man that—”
“I didn’t mean that.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me.
“I mean I haven’t to hide my expressions you are after to watch. Come on.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh led the way down a passageway.
She opened the door of a classically ultramodern feminine room, walked over to a dresser by the bed, triumphantly opened the drawer and then with her hand suddenly on her breast, she recoiled.
“The…the gun isn’t there.”
“I never thought it was there.”
“What do you mean?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whirled at me.
“I think the gun is used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”
“Tell the police that what they think is nonsense.”
“But… but how could it happen?”
“It’s the one thing the police would be interested to ask you.”
“Why not? It was a gun in your possession. You have to account for how it was used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”
“How can I do it? I left it there. And I thought it was still there.”
I didn’t tell her that I’d come there already prepared for it.
I had an ultramodern video camera in the form of a button of my shirt.
It was recording everything she was doing and telling me with each her minutest expression.
She couldn’t change her testimony afterward even if she wanted to.
I always used this equipment whenever I met some witness in a case I was fighting.
I believed in mechanical and documentary proof more than on ever-changing individuals, for their own vested interests.
“Someone took it.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said at length.
“Of course! That’s the only logical conclusion if the gun was really there.”
“I swear the gun was there.”
“Would you be honest enough to swear so in the court too?”
“Why not? Mr. Durgesh, I never tell a lie.”
“That’s nice. Do you know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”
“Yes. I’m a member of the club. Why did you ask?”
“It’s a women’s club?”
“Yes. But we can take our male friends there too as our guests.”
“I see. Did you, by any chance, go out Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club the night of the murder?”
“You are a member of the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”
“Of course! I’ve already told you that.”
“As a member you have a key?”
“Yes. Of course! Here it is. I had it in the drawer with the gun.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I mean I have it.”
“Let’s take a look.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh rummaged through the back of the drawer and produced a key ironically to me.
“Thank you.” I didn’t take the key from her hand, only watched it, “Now then, can you assure me that you didn’t take that key last night, and the gun, went out to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club, met Åbdul Raħmān on the seventh tee, had an argument with him over blackmail and shot him?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.
“Of course I assure you that. I never murder anyone. I know better ways to deal with any bloody blackmailer.”
“What are the better ways?”
“Tut tut, Durgesh darling, a woman must be allowed to keep her secrets to herself.”
“There’s a pretty good chance that the Åbdul Raħmān murder was committed with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s gun. Now then, as far as you know, the gun was here, in this drawer, until the day of the murder?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me smiling,
Her smile was impish.
It stood up immediately.
“Thank you.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me, “It is ready for me.”
I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh immediately.
Her arms went around my neck.
She kissed me passionately.
My palms cupped her heavy buttocks.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh looked into my eyes.
“I’m still virgin. I’m a one-man woman. Once you have me, you can’t get rid of me ever.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.
“Then what the hell I’m waiting for?”
She undressed me herself as quickly as it was possible for her.
I undressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh too in the meantime.
Her greedy eyes on my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed her ravenous thirst for me.
It was written in her very eyes that she loved my Uncut Hindu Cock very much.
It was a miracle that Fātimah Rasūlullāh hadn’t approached me herself till now.
I told her so.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.
“I was not sure my move would have been appreciated. I was waiting for the right opportunity.”
“And it paid?”
“And it paid.”
What made me special was my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was huge.
It was massive.
Almost ten inches long and as “thick as a brick”, as she would describe it, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was intimidated and awed by it the first time she saw it.
She had to have it and she had in time ultimately.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was standing upright.
Her eyes locked onto my Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment before looking up at me.
I walked over and, placing my hands on her shoulders, guided her up to stand in front of me.
We embraced in nude, my hardening Uncut Hindu Cock oozing pre-cum.
I kissed Fātimah Rasūlullāh once more on the mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled back.
Licking my shaft, she looked up at me.
Our eyes locked.
She could see in my face, the determination and control, knowing that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was going to suck me off in her own house.
Her eyes also showed control, and hunger.
She knew who was in charge.
Her left hand cupped my balls while her right hand gently stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She couldn’t get her hand around it so she used her saliva and my pre-cum to lubricate the shaft while she pushed gently on the sensitive front of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her thumb.
Knowing what could happen and thinking about our court appearance later, she stopped, wiped her hands.
Looking at me one more time, she dove down on my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, losing herself to the Hindu member in her hand and mouth.
Expertly, Fātimah Rasūlullāh worked the head, shaft and balls with her hands and her mouth.
There was nothing else in the world right now but her and that Uncut Hindu Cock.
Only one thing left now, to make me explode.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh picked up the tempo, increasing the pressure on my shaft and shortening the strokes.
My hands, pressing down on her shoulders and occasionally her head, now cupped her ears.
I was thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth.
My Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching and my ass tightened.
“Soon” she thought.
I moaned and shouted with pleasure.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock stopped throbbing, Fātimah Rasūlullāh licked me clean and excused herself to wash up and reapply her makeup.
I dropped down onto the sofa, exhausted for the moment.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh returned from bathroom clean and fresh.
“Fuck me verbally, Durgesh. I’ve waited too long for you. Didn’t I?” she was abundantly blunt now.
“Yes, darling.” I agreed with her, “I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours. Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable Sunni Musalmān pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead, as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. This is tonight.”
With me, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin she always was and in my experience always will be.
Her pupils dilated slightly as I knelt in front of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and took her hands in my own.
There were so many things I could say, but words are superfluous.
“You know how I feel; Fātimah, you can see that in my own pupils.”
My eyes caressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh – from the curve of her Sunni Musalmān breasts, a hint of which she quite deliberately permitted by her choice of top, to the flair of her hips and the hidden recesses between her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān thighs.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was not offended by my gaze as there was nothing to be offended by.
Some of what I feel, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed and instinctively her hand rose to her own breasts before she realized what she was doing.
Swiftly Fātimah Rasūlullāh dropped her hand back in her lap.
Even as the blush rose in her cheeks, I gently took a hold of her hand.
And raising it with fixed deliberation, replaced it beneath her right breast.
I encouraged her once again to cup herself and in fact cover her hand with my own.
Together we began to caress the softness that Allah has given to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh let slip the slightest gasp.
Watching as Fātimah Rasūlullāh rubbed herself softly at the behest of my own hand I was totally aroused myself.
More than anything, I wanted now to kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh and to pinch her nipples between my own tips of finger and thumb.
How easy it would be.
And how well timed.
Edging closer, I lay Fātimah Rasūlullāh gently back in the chair and very gently took a hold of both her legs some six inches or so below the knee.
I felt, rather than heard the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that fluttered across her pretty face.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh either made no move to sit-up or stop me however and I was happy for the trust I know Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt.
Inclining my head, I kissed her knees and was aware immediately of her pleasured wriggling.
Making deliberate eye contact, I pulled apart her knees but the slightest angle.
Sitting there, Fātimah Rasūlullāh could hardly believe the moisture that was gathering in the main assembly area.
Casting a momentary glance down her breasts Fātimah Rasūlullāh was stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor was having on her nipples.
This of course was an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them herself now and to further stimulate them.
Parting her legs ever wider, I could see now the silky-smooth skin of both Sunni Musalmān thighs and the event horizon at which they disappeared beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision.
I kissed the inside of her thigh as her increasing angle of incidence caused the hemline to ride ever higher.
One could readily forget the square on the hypotenuse.
It was the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interested me.
I slipped one hand up to the limit of my vision.
So inherently sexy is the feel of a Sunni Musalmān girl’s cunt, knowing the prize it contained, that for a moment I was lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as Fātimah Rasūlullāh shuffled in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between her legs herself.
Visually, this action was as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from her viewpoint.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was quite unable to prevent the embryonic moan that now found its way to the surface.
It was the right moment to tell Fātimah Rasūlullāh how much I love being with her and despite my seemingly non-interested actions, I held Fātimah Rasūlullāh in incorruptible respect.
I knew Fātimah Rasūlullāh believed me.
It differed of course from occasion to occasion but there came an instant during any sort of foreplay that signified the point of no return has been reached.
It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car – something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline.
In our case, it was simply meeting.
No way back from that eventuality.
The chair had seen-out its usefulness.
I stood and offering my hand, took hers gently.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew where I must lead her.
Inviting Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lay down on the bed with me, I directed Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lie on her tummy.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew exactly how vulnerable she now appeared in that position and it excited Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh wriggled slightly – nature at play – merely ensuring a continued biological interest.
Patting her bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before Fātimah Rasūlullāh could even think “I wish he’d stop being so damn genteel about this,” I began to kiss that inviting little body once more.
So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh look.
So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh feel!
Playfully, I sat astride Fātimah Rasūlullāh near the base of her spine and then slipped my hands beneath her shoulders until I was able to cup both her breasts.
No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh murmured as she held her arms outstretched.
“Ohhh that is so nice Durgesh!”
Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzled her lovely neck.
And just whispered how much I had always wanted Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned her head slightly – enough for me to be able to lean across and kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh soundly on her lips.
I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh and kissed her as she needed.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned over and cradled me suddenly.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked me if everything was all right.
I assured Fātimah Rasūlullāh I have never felt happier.
It was the truth.
I had a pressing need to fuck her and for some reason Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed my urgency.
The sheer beauty of her breasts stunned me.
I was now the master of her sexual destiny, not rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher.
As my lips latched upon her nipple, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sighed and lay back.
I kissed deeper and felt Fātimah Rasūlullāh pulling me to her.
Kissing Fātimah Rasūlullāh became a desperate need and I whispered words that no literate scriptwriter would ever be likely to had penned.
One hand followed the southern freeway, past her belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border.
There was no toll to pay.
The odd gorse bush was no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Masjid-e-ħarām.
I sensed I was a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slipped inside where it was so warm and accommodating.
Beneath me, her hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations.
I needed to see that which I could feel.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh needed to show that which no longer demanded to be hidden.
I was presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I had seen and thrilled-to so many times before.
Yet it was uniquely different – it was Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Her emotions peeled back upon themselves and as Fātimah Rasūlullāh lay there now, a vulnerable and dependent little Sunni Musalmān girl once again, I was Columbus, Lord Kr’shñ, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery.
It was simply the unfamiliarity not embarrassment that impeded my actions.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was equally naked.
And we both were physically and mentally prepared for what was to follow.
I was still kneeling there between her legs when I realized Fātimah Rasūlullāh had gently taken a hold of my Hindu erection.
And even now, she was lovingly caressing it along its length.
Distracted to the point of feverish need, I managed to stave off my blindly motivated procreational urges, preferring instead to let Fātimah Rasūlullāh suffer the indignity of having to make the first move.
As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage.
From this fully neutral viewpoint it took but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both wanted.
All that we ever wanted.
We kissed once more.
Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass were but one aspect of kissing.
The instantly opened-up two way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter’s pistol – all this and so much more.
Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips?
Did Fātimah Rasūlullāh?
Does it matter?
Fātimah Rasūlullāh did it.
I was honored once more.
As I pushed gently up inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh…..nothing mattered, simply being there!
I studied her lovely expression as Fātimah Rasūlullāh opened her mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I was doing to her.
I took a hold of her hips and thrust up..harder now.
Her eyes began to cloud over and the moans gained volume.
I kissed her breasts as Fātimah Rasūlullāh now arched backwards providing me with complete access to her wholly erect nipples.
It was like making love to a furnace.
I was in control as I must be and between the kisses Fātimah Rasūlullāh so desperately sought I whispered words of a language that offered no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative Ashvinātam bliss.
With her knees as wide as Fātimah Rasūlullāh could comfortably spread them, I was afforded such penetrable latitude that already I felt the onset of rampant seminal marshalling deep down between my own legs.
Her condition had deteriorated.
If this continued Fātimah Rasūlullāh may well be on life support pre-orgasm!
I was taking Fātimah Rasūlullāh now so deep and with such relish, that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had almost passed-out.
Only the wonderful smile on her face betrayed that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was still aware of her surroundings.
Even as I inclined my head and once again kissed those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh with the force of water cannon.
I did not withdraw.
What was perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions, right now, was the realization that I loved Fātimah Rasūlullāh too very much.
We fucked and fucked and fucked.
Sālā Ålī was nowhere there now.
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