The soft footfalls upon the basement steps came,
‘Creak… creak… creak…’.
‘Pat… pat… pat…” whispered the quiet sound of bare feet on the concrete floor outside my bedroom.
I was too used to the feminine steps coming to my room that it was absolutely normal for me now.
Most of them, if not all of them, needed me only for one thing, my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
They couldn’t replace it.
They hadn’t another option except to surrender to me if they really want to get it into their ravenous holes.
Allah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad thought, the bloody Hindu scoundrel understands absolutely what the exclusive power control he has in his six inches long Uncut Hindu rod that just doubles when gets into a female sexual organ and even shrinks miraculously to only three inches, if its incredulous length and thickness isn’t needed.
This is the incredible unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund that’s actually ruling the entire Multiverse now through its own Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire.
Yes, but true.
This is the ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund that rules entire womankind and through the entire womankind it rules entire mankind too.
Never before it, anyone has witnessed such an incredible phenomenon.
Using creatively, positively, immensely prudently, constantly, patiently, how a single man can win the entire Multiverse, through his miraculous male sexual organ only, could be seen in Durgesh’s ever incredible life history.
He attributes it to Ved.
Well, there are some persons who believe it, there are some persons who are ever adamant never to believe it.
‘Eee…’ the moan of protesting hinges desperately in need of oil.
Then came the barely heard footfalls upon my bedroom carpet followed by the whisper of clothing hitting the floor.
I knew who it was and why she was in my bedroom.
She wanted to torment me yet again.
Sālī, I love sex.
I am a Hindu.
We Hindus gave the Kāmsūtr and Tantr to the Multiverse.
You Musalmīn could never understand why Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was never allowed to divorce even anyone of his wives.
You Musalmīn could never understand why no wife of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was ever allowed to remarry whoever the man could be, even after the death of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.
You allowed divorce blindly without understanding it and loosened/destroyed the family bond in this way.
The children of your families either lost their father’s ever progressive care, or their real mother’s ever incomparable love for her children.
The Christians and Jews surrendered ultimately to the feminism and ever shrewd businesspersons that wanted to divide your family more and more so that they could sell their products to more households.
They supported the feminism blindly, because the females come in the family from outside.
Only they could separate their husbands from the rest of the family members.
Only Hindus have given the perfect family system, no one else, because only Hindus had studied sex scientifically , socially and spiritually simultaneously.
I had been home back a little over four weeks and damn near every night or early morning she was sneaking into my bedroom to tease me with her naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Are you awake?” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad asked softly.
“Yep,” I replied.
“You need some wd40 for the door hinges,” she said, humor heavy in her voice.
“No, what I need is a lock on my bedroom door,” I told her keeping my eyes closed, naughtily.
“Why would you want to lock your door?” the coyness in her voice was bordering on bitterness.
“Why do you come down here to torment me?” I asked.
“You don’t belong here anymore, you are an extremely communal Hindu and why Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Ummil Mominīn, and Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Rasūlullāh, let you back in the house is still a mystery to me,” there was no hiding the hate now.
“All the charges were dropped and my innocence that I never surrendered to any damn communalism, has been proved beyond any reasonable doubt, you evil bitch!” I smiled at her triumphantly, teasing her.
“Evil Bitch, am I? You don’t even know what an evil is, Durgesh.” I felt her weight on the bed and the sudden chill as the covers were yanked down. “You must get off on evil Musalmān bitches cause your UNCUT HINDU COCK is rock fucking hard!”
I felt her grab my Uncut Hindu Shaft and her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips envelope the tip as she began to suck me off.
I thought over the options, and decided to do nothing.
It wasn’t needed to do anything whatsoever.
Yes, she is powerful.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah supports Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad now.
Even a large number of Musalmīn support Muħammad due to his ever cruel cuckold upbringing, and supports her daughters blindly.
I would let her do whatever she wanted and let the pieces fall where they may.
“I see you aren’t complaining even with my lips wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, do you want to cum in my ardent Musalmān mouth or in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?” she growled the hate, screaming from her.
But still I remained silent, smiling only victoriously and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to bob her beautiful Musalmān head up and down the entire Hindu length of me.
Soon, her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were touching the very base of my Uncut Hindu Dick without any signs of gagging.
Damn near ten inches down her fucking Musalmān throat and not a whisper of a gag reflex!
I had to admit I was impressed.
Now she was deep-throating me, for all she was worth, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she masturbated.
Was she ashamed of herself somewhat, in using my Uncut Hindu Lund there, instead of her finger?
I could not believe it.
Her mouth, lips and tongue teased me for a good five minutes or more, before I felt her lift her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head up.
Her body weight shifted again.
I felt what could only be her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips parting around the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“How does your ardent Musalmān female enemy’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips feel? Do you want me to drop down and have you fill me up? HUH? Do YOU!” she was almost shouting now, but she knew, as well as I did her parents couldn’t hear her from the second floor.
And drop she did and I managed to fight back the instinct to moan as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely surrounded my even unconquerable Hindu hardness.
But she moaned and groaned and began to ride me.
“You LOVE my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, you sick the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu FUCK! My tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moving up and down on your ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund! Feel this?” she asked as she squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even tighter around me. “Feel how tight it is?”
I felt her beautiful hands on my Hindu chest as she used it for leverage and began to ride me with long deep movements of her beautiful Musalmān hips.
“Come on ram your Musalmān hips up into me you fucking Musalmān hypocrite! I’m innocent! I spent a year in hatred of your simple hearted nothing evil understanding Musalmān parents, for nothing I did ever! How long has it been since a girl fucked you HUH?”
It took everything I had not to do as she wanted.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt so damn good and a grudge fuck beat no fuck at all.
She lifted up paused and then dropped down impaling herself with a deep guttural growl.
“I bet you think I love fucking your UNCUT HINDU LUND don’t you? I bet you want me to come here every night and suck and fuck you, don’t you? Well I fucking…” but her rant was cut off as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and she nearly fainted.
I felt her grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down forcing me as deepest as I could go inside of her. I heard her panting as she tried to catch her breath moaning softly to herself.*
She looked at me.
“Durgesh, we need to talk,” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said in a curious tone.
It was determined yet nervous.
She didn’t sound angry, yet the fact that she called me herself while she hated me until now so much that she never tolerated even a single opportunity to criticize me ever to the media, scornfully, caught my attention.
“Durgesh, I’m worried about you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, started, alerting me from my wool-gathering.
I was surprised to discover she had pulled out her chair and was sitting down next to me.
I was also surprised to see she had refilled her wine glass. Besides her diminutive size, she wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
This evening after she got home as a treat, and almost an appetizer, she had poured a small glass of sherry for her after dinner.
She had sipped at that as she told me about her day and asking me courteously about how my HVSI Group of Companies is doing.
During dinner she had half a glass of a light chardonnay.
To see her with another glass was unusual.
“I don’t mean for this to be embarrassing or to make you uncomfortable,” she said softly and earnestly.
Then reaching over she took my left hand and held it in her right.
I stared down at our hands together atop the table.
“I’m telling you this because I love you and am concerned, Ok?”
I controlled myself from smiling ironically.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas loved me?
She was concerned about me?
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas was the only wife of Muħammad that always scorned me for what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah did with Muħammad in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.
Her argument was:
‘Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah couldn’t have done that without my pre permission.’
Even Muħammad opposed it.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had smiled ironically on it,
“I know better, Muħammad, why don’t you, most of the Musalmān friends of Durgesh, criticize Durgesh for snatching away your beautiful Musalmān wives and even having sex with your almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
Muħammad squirmed, quite embarrassed.
Yet he didn’t respond to her temptation.
“You are losing nothing. After you have enough sex with your Musalmān wives you don’t give a damn even if some black thief uses your wives, let alone Durgesh. He is million times better in your opinion instead.”
The Assistant Managing Director of Al Zaynab Al Jaħas Group of Companies, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, smiled ironically,
“I want to interrupt, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, if you please let me. They lose interest in us as soon as in our late thirties, if not in our earlier thirties already.”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas smiled,
“That’s right. And thanks for so appropriate an interruption. I have noted however, Durgesh is still ravenously interested in Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī even.”
“They want to get rid of us, as soon as their libido starts to crave for someone the ‘fifth’.” Al Taqaddus Al Islam said scornfully.
All the ladies present there smiled sarcastically at the males present there.
“That’s the reason, I think, behind the fact that most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies are deserting their Musalmān husbands after their thirty three or thirty four.” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said.
Muħammad was stunned.
The rest of the males were embarrassed.*
Looking up into her wonderfully large dark eyes that showed both love and concern, I nodded my head in understanding.
Then lowering my eyes, my gaze happened to fall on the open collar of her blouse and the delightful sight of her cleavage.
I couldn’t help being enchanted by the fact that I could see hints of her bra through her blouse.
“It’s been over a year. Have you even dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad?”
“I don’t think so, so?” I smiled.
The truth was no, I hadn’t really dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad.
In a year’s time I had asked out Muħammad’s two wives but both dates were duds.
Still I really didn’t think it was a big deal, nor something my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, should be involving herself in.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas took a sip from her wine before saying,
“I love you and don’t want this be to awkward, embarrassing or uncomfortable…” and she paused. I looked up at her.
“…But I know how you feel about me,” she hurried out in an almost embarrassed voice.
She said it so quickly I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.
I had heard what she had said but could not believe that was what she actually did say.
“Huh?” I responded flummoxed, “What did you say?”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked down at our hands as if embarrassed.
Suddenly I was surprised to feel and see our fingers interlaced.
My ever opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had not only called me on my mobile, she had interlaced her fingers with mine too.
My mind kicked into hyper-gear and a thousand thoughts started racing around my skull.
Does she mean she knows, like really knows?
Or, does she mean she knows I care about her?
Eīshān, God, could she really know that I’m in love with her too?
Should I be cautious?
Should I be alert?
Should I be excited and turned-on?
Because I am.
These thoughts and more, flashed past me.
There was an awkward pause as I didn’t say anything.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked at me with those lovely eyes that expressed concern yet apprehension.
Finally she took another drink of her wine before saying,
“Durgesh, I’m your unresponsive new Musalmān love, Sweetie, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. I know you. Do you think I don’t see how you look at me? Do you think I don’t sense how you truly feel about me? Believe me, despite your being a Hindu, I’m honored that such a handsome ever young man finds me attractive like that, but I’m your zsalhaj, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas……I mean, it’s tempting,”
Her cheeks reddened.
I couldn’t believe what she was saying.
My thoughts and emotions were swinging in opposite directions.
I was immensely grave now.
With her next breath I was chagrined.
Then I was flattered.
And then, I was intrigued.
I was charmed and finally titillated.
Did my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, just say,
My mind was racing at warp speed as I wondered if my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had thought about us and was curious about it.
Could she be attracted to me as I am to her?
Could she be fascinated by the idea of us being together?
Is she really tempted?
“I know you love me and would never hurt me. I know you would treat me right. You would do everything you can to make me happy but…”
“So, why not, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas?” I nterrupted her, smiling.
I knew I was on the precipice.
I was on the edge of the high dive board; it was either jump or climb down the ladder and never have another chance.
“What do you mean?” My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, almost squeaked.
“You’re the one who says not to care what others say or think. You said it yourself, that you know I love you and would treat you right. I love you. So, why don’t we try it? You know, just try and see how it is.”
“Really?” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, wondered and I could hear in her tone that she wasn’t offended.
Instead she sounded curious.
I had to seal the deal.
“Yeah, come here…” I softly ordered and lifting her hand pulled her towards me.
We leaned in to each other and kissed; eyes closed and on the lips!!!
In reality it was a chastise kiss, as a first kiss always is but at the same time it was the greatest kiss ever.
Our lips touched for a short eternity before she leaned back and softly chuckled.
However it wasn’t an insulting laugh but one of bemused embarrassment.
Still when I leaned forward she matched and we kissed again, and again, and again.
On the last kiss our lips lingered, and when she pulled back she softly giggled with pleasure.
“Come here,” I urged as I sat back in my chair.
Pulling on her hand she, with the grace of a nymph, slide across from her seat to sit on my lap.*
On my Hindu lap!
Muħammad groaned and marched out of there, unable to bear to lose his one more extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to my ever miraculous Hindu male charms.
It was more painful now.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had married Muħammad divorcing her former husband.
Has she decided to divorce her second husband too, Muħammad too?
We exchanged a few more quick kisses and she looped her right arm over my shoulders.
My left hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to me.
We kissed some more and I was in Heaven.
I’d kissed a few girls recently but none were as breathtaking, as kissing My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Her lips seemed to be perfectly matched to mine with the exact combination of warm and softness.
After a few more kisses she twisted, turning even more towards me and rested her left arm over my shoulder encircling us.
As she did, I was astonished to feel her mouth open and then even more astounded to feel her tongue caress my lips.
I knew what to do.*
She whispered low,
“Allah, God, I didn’t expect to actually come,”
“But you did, didn’t you, you evil bitch!” I told her coolly. “Next thing you’ll torture me with is your Musalmān ass… saying is this how the guys in hatred felt…”
“Hmmmm?” I heard her gasp and then fall silent.
“I don’t blame you, I’d be afraid too…” I whispered.
“I am NOT afraid of you or your UNCUT HINDU LUND!” she hollered.
I felt her lift her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and then shift her body weight just a little, and just as I taunted her with her tightly puckered Musalmān asshole was pressing down over the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad was making little gasping sounds and slowly but oh so surely her Musalmān anus opened to the wide head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and inch by inch she moved down until… ‘POP’ the head slipped in.
She was panting again but this time in a different type of exertion.
Once she had acclimated to the head inside of her she dropped down letting the Uncut Hindu Shaft follow after.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Dick was buried as deepest as it could go inside of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and to my utter astonishment she was purring.
After a full minute Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to lift and drop again but only a little at first.
“So full…” she whispered, “…my ever smart Musalmān ass is so fucking full of your Uncut Hindu Lund, Hindu scoundrel.”
She rode me slowly but I noticed she was lifting higher and higher now taking more of me with each motion.
Evil Bitch was soon riding the full length of me panting and moaning as her fingers diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
“Open your eyes and see your filthy nāpāk UNCUT HINDU LUND deepest in my extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies,? Is it as tight as the other beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she moaned and shook with pleasure.
“Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad,” I said opening my eyes and taking in the entire scene of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass impaled on my Uncut Hindu Dick. “I never had sex with your younger sisters and cousins, neither ever with your beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They reported you wrong. But you never believed me. Why should you? They are your own and I am only a communal Hindu in your damned opinion. I just wanted you to violate yourself like the spiteful bitch you are.”
Her expression was priceless as she began to rant and rave and then she tried to lift off of my Uncut Hindu Lund but I gave her what she wanted then I thrust my hips upward impaling her once more.
She stopped dead in her tracks as I grabbed her by her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and began to thrust up into her tight Musalmān ass again and again.
“UHHHHH…” she moaned. “Stop… NO… not my Musalmān ass!”
“You wanted me to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, is that it?” I asked her as I continued to fuck her.
“You wanted to be in control, didn’t you?”
“But you didn’t expect liking getting ass fucked did you?”
“Do you want me to cum in your Musalmān ass, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad?”
“How do they ask politely,” saying it just the way her ardent, orthodox, Musalmān parents would have.
“P… please cum in my tremendously gorgeous, ever shrewdest, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass!!!”
“If I am going to do that, you need to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck your extremely attractive ardent Musalmān ass,” I gave her my ultimatum.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
All day at work, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī tried to banish images of my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mind.
The more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī fought it, the more clearly she could see my long, hard Uncut Hindu Shaft with the shiny purple mushroom tip and the tight balls perfectly in place.
Is Durgesh really sixty four?
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī can’t believe it.
Allah, how she hated this man.
His entire life is nothing except his ever dirty, ever nāpāk, Uncut Hindu Lund in extremely tāhirāt, extremely muqaddas, muqaddastarīn, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
And his Musalmān friends!
She understood them perfectly too.
They deliberately make Durgesh their friend.
It was the excuse they used to bring Durgesh to their homes and introduce their beautiful Musalmān wives to him so that they could get rid of their perfectly loyal and faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Are they really Musalmīn?
They deliberately keep their ever tāhirāt, ever muqaddasāt, ever sacred Musalmān wives, hungry for sex under this or that pretext.
Then they make friendship with Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu that has so unashamedly established his Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
The bloody munāfiqīn know very well that if their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are kept hungry for sex deliberately, and they meet Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, however hard their Musalmān wives fight to keep their Musalmān husband’s trust, Durgesh is infinitely expert in making them to surrender to his infinite dirty sexual Hindu lust for them.
Once Durgesh succeeds, and Durgesh never failed, not even a single time, the bloody munāfiqīn divorce their otherwise perfectly loyal Musalmān wives and marry another fresh Musalmān Beauties.
Allah, isn’t it a vicious circle the entire Muslimahs are facing every now and then?*
After breakfast, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had gone into the bathroom without knocking and seen Durgesh fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, on the shower stall.
“Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!” Al Taqaddus Al Islam shouted, but it was too late; Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had already seen us.
Actually All of Durgesh.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had no idea Durgesh, 64 and a senior, was as hung as he was.
He was as big if not bigger than most men she had seen in the porn movies.
Yes, Muħammad could not satisfy Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
It was a blunder to marry Muħammad, even after his so grand an exposure, in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, by his then wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Someone else could have committed suicide.
But not Muħammad.
On the contrary, Muħammad’s friendship with Durgesh had more deepened instead.
Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded.
How the hell someone could be as shameless as Muħammad was.
“Why?” Muħammad argued furiously, “whatsoever was done, it was done by my then ever sex hungry wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. She used Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund as an excuse. Durgesh was used by my then ever cunning wife. What Durgesh has done? He even resisted, but…”
Everyone was dumbfounded hearing Muħammad’s such utmost absurd excuses.
Yet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī married Muħammad.
She needed an ever competent manager for her Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī Multi National Group of Companies.
She was a trillionaire.
What scared her most was that each time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of it, she could feel a tingle in her loins and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten.
When she got home late that day, she was surprised to find that her panties were drenched.
Allah, no Hindu please.
Not Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw them in the hamper and slid on a new pair.
I myself couldn’t stop thinking of Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Everything she did around me was sexualized now.
She could be watching the internet or TV, still it made me hard.
The outfits she wore made me hard; the way she chastely, honorably kissed my cheek or forehead, as I was her Nandoī, her brother in law after all, made me hard.
The scent of her in the bathroom after Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had used it made me hard.
The sight of her folded undies on her bed made me hard.
It was a torture living in that house with her, having a semi-permanent hard on around her.
Finally I confided in a friend about the feelings he was having about Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
“Is that all?” the friend smiled.
“You don’t think that’s weird?” I looked at her.
“Please,” the beautiful Musalmān lady said. “If you think that’s hot, listen to this. Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī lets me use her underwear to finger me in. Once she even helped me, so long as I promised not to tell my parents.”
“What do you mean ‘helped you’?”
“I mean, she fingered me off with her own hand!”
Durgesh smiled fucking her.
“How was it?”
“How was it? Are you kidding me, it was amazing. I don’t know where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī learned it, but she knows how finger me off better than I do myself.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Hell no. She even said that she’d rather I be doing this stuff at home with her, than Allah målūm, God knows, where with whom catching some horrible disease.”
“Gee, that makes sense,” I said. “I had never though of it that way before. It’s safer.”
“Yeah,” the extremely beautiful Musalmān lady grinned, constricting her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Lund. “It’s safer and it sure as hell is hotter. I don’t have to waste my time dating anyone except you, Durgesh darling, and taking them out to dinner. All I have to do is knock on Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s door, butter her up and let things happen.”
“How do you butter her up?” I smiled.
“You know. All I have to do is tell her how much I love her and hug her and give her kisses and tell her how beautiful she is. It never fails.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yup, once you find out she wants it as much as you do, it is.”*
She marched inside extremely excited.
“Ammī, do you know that Durgesh has a huge penis?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad almost spit out the tea she was drinking.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sat down next to me at the kitchen table.
“What?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sputtered.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was grinning.
“Yeah. Durgesh just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad frowned.
“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, that’s your phūphājī you’re talking about.”
“I know, but the size of that thing. Ammī, you can’t believe it. Have you seen it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! Of course I haven’t seen it.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said bitterly, “I wasn’t there in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, when your Abbū’s now former wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, shamelessly exhibited it to your Abbū and the rest of everyone present there.”
“It’s really something to be put in Exhibition, Ammī.”
“Lighten up, Ammī. Is Abbū big?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Is he?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad insisted mischievously.
“Um, I think Muħammad is pretty average, not so smallest as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say and the media is repeating constantly being bribed by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah constantly to justify herself. I don’t know.”
“Durgesh must get it from his side of the family then.”
He doesAl Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was instantly reminded of the time she’d caught Durgesh fucking her friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, when Al Taqaddus Al Islam had come to visit her.
She watched Durgesh and Al Taqaddus Al Islam fucking passionately shamelessly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew, her friends fuck Durgesh.
That was the real reason they were her friends.
Durgesh’s penis appeared to her as if it was a foot long.
“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still thinking about her phūphājī, Durgesh.
Allah, how crazy we Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sighed.
It was really unique and legendary.
Late that night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed.
She opened her bedroom door a crack and saw Al Fātimah Al Muħammad near Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Um, just going to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s that way,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said pointing the opposite way.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“What were you really doing?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad for a Moment . “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”
In the dim light, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her grin.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, no! He’s your phūphājī!”
“I just want to see it, Ammī. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”
She walked back to Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!”
She looked back at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and then opened my door and went in.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly followed.
I was lying on my back, my comforter covering most of his lower half.
From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of my bare butt, and one time my balls — which, now that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought about it were pretty big — Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew Durgesh slept naked.
Well, the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, she smiled mischievously.
Actually it was the other way round.
The ever horny beautiful Muslimāt fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t fuck them.
Why otherwise Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to run her ever utmost infamous Seven Movements?
The street lights illuminated Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.
“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t say that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew he wasn’t.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”
Why the hell she isn’t stopping her daughter strictly?
Why taking it so softly?
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad is an ever insistent ever persistent young lady.
Any strict behaviour with her will produce exactly the opposite result.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad scoffed.
“Durgesh ? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he? He fucks his Musalmān yalāyalīs 24x7x365. That’s why he is so tired that …”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slowly lifted the comforter off me, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her eyes grew wide.
“Allah! Holy shit!”
She moved the comforter so that I was full exposed.
Allah! Good God, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Durgesh does really have a huge penis.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, beaming.
“Look at the size of this thing, Ammī! And it’s not even hard!”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was startled at her daughter’s boldness.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was at least six inches long and probably five around.
It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless.
It was the first penis even Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad ‘d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad a little, she could feel her own panties start to moisten.
“How big do you think this monster will get?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”
“Alright.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund for another Moment, reluctantly covered me up again and followed her Ammī out of the room.
“Did you see the size of that thing, Ammī? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched her daughter go back to her room, worriedly.
By the time she herself got back into bed, her own pussy was soaked.
How could she blame her daughter?*
When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī got home that day, I met her at the door and hugged and kissed her.
She was overwhelmed.
“Wow, what do I owe this for, my Hindu Nandoī, the ever infamous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she said, smiling and teasing me.
I smiled too. “I don’t know. Just for being such a great Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”
“How many wives your ‘sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam’ (?) has? Breaking the record of the original Muħammad Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam? Kambakħt every so called Musalmān, named Muħammad, thinks he himself is Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.”
I hadn’t released new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, still, from my embrace.
My right Hindu palm was still on her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising between her legs.
She looked into my eyes and enjoyed my erection mischievously, between her legs.
“What about the Kħadījahs? Aren’t they themselves countless too?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes too, “And don’t they too think they are Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid razī Allahu tålā ånahā themselves?”
She smiled and changed the subject prudently.
“Ahhh,” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī cooed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hugged me back. “If you keep this up, you’ll get that my Nanads, my sisters in law jealous of me too.”
But I didn’t care what her Nanads think anymore; I wanted her, my own Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Dinner was a quiet affair, candle lit with a lot of shy glances shot across the table.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on a date of sorts.
Allah, date with Durgesh?
She must be crazy.
Only because he has played somewhat with her buttocks, and consequently hardened somewhat between her legs, she thinks he wants her too?
Isn’t she being somewhat over confident now?
“Listen,” she said. “I’m sorry I barged in on you this morning.”
I smiled it off. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, right? Moreover, you are most welcome whenever you want to see it again.”
“Shut up. Your sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam will murder me.” she smiled, although it was something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hadn’t seen before.
I was hung like a horse.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hesitated, then said, she couldn’t hold back anymore, she said, “How long has it been like that? I mean,” she said, “how long have you been,” she gulped, “hardening on me?”
I was matter of fact suddenly.
I looked at her.
“I guess since last year. It grew a lot that year, on you.”
“I can see that,” she said, regretting it immediately. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. Chill out. I am not offering a baby, my baby to you. It’s natural physical reaction of our bodies, you know. What do you think, I am not aware of the fact that if I harden on you, you wet on me too?”
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s the limit, shut up.” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt embarrassed. She looked at me complaining,
“We may have our own natural physical reactions, we can’t help it. But please, let it go at that.”
Okay.” I smiled, “Now why don’t you draw yourself a bath and relax?”
“That’s very nice of you, to suggest it.” she said, getting up. “Thank you.”
I’m a real horny toad, my darling, was what I thought.
Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī went upstairs to the bathroom.
She plugged the drain in the tub, ran some hot water, lit some candles and started to undress.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her dirty clothes into the hamper slid herself into the hot bath.
She let herself soak.
Soon her hand found her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and she started to think of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
In the morning, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, was still wearing her bathrobe.
I went to her and hugged her.
“Easy there, mister,” she said, pushing me away.
I hadn’t realized I had morning wood, and it was pressing it up against Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She pretended to be shocked but deep down she liked how hard and big it felt against her tummy.
Yes, she too gets wet on Durgesh whenever Durgesh’s ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund touches her between her legs.
If Durgesh has a right to harden on her, why similarly she herself doesn’t have a right to wet on Durgesh?
They aren’t brother and sister.
They are brother in law and sister in law.
In law, Not actually.
“Now,” she said, “what do you want for breakfast?”
Later that day, when Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, came home from work, I put my plan into action.
I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
“Awwwe, why thank you honey.”
And then I hugged her and kissed her, which was she was fine with until I tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, Durgesh? I’m your Salhaj, your sister in law,. Not some hussy you met at a bar.”
“Well, I think I took some more liberty erroneously, than you are ready to give me. I’m sorry,” I said gravely.
“Okay. It’s alright if you say so. Will you be kind enough to leave me alone for a moment?”
“Oh, sure, why not?”
I smiled and moved to my room.
After a few moments, I heard a knock at the door.
It was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had come to apologize to me.
“I’m sorry I blew up at you. I guess it’s been hard on us. It was your natural physical reaction. What a kiss when you already harden between my legs and I wet on your Hindu erection usually. Let’s kiss and make up.”
So, it was this?
She had regretted immediately that she hadn’t allowed me to kiss on her mouth.
This time, she wasn’t taking any chances?
I hugged and gave her just a peck on the cheek.
Somehow this felt unsatisfying to both me and Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She drew tiny circles on the back of my hand and smiled,
“I guess it’s O.K. if you kiss me on the mouth every now and then. But don’t make it a habit, O.K.? Will it do?”
“O.K.,” I smiled too.
“So what are you waiting for then?”
I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī on her extremely beautiful red crimson lips.
It was a dry and chaste kiss until Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her mouth and kissed me back.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth too and soon we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
I felt my mind drift and forgot completely that the person I was kissing was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, not my own wife.
“That was my fault,” she said. “I got carried away.”
She bit down on her lower lip, walked away and shut herself in her bedroom.
She couldn’t believe Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had just French kissed e.
It wasn’t sin, gunāh, yet, but it wasn’t far either.
She went to bed, determined not to let her desires get the better of her.*
The next morning she was standing in the kitchen when I came in.
I kissed her good morning on the cheek.
She kissed me back, then thought, what the hell, and pulled me close and planted one on my lips.
My mind was spinning.
As I stood there in the kitchen French kissing Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, fell to her buttocks and this I could hear made Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moan.
Nevertheless she pulled up my hands so they were back at her waist.
“You shouldn’t do that to your Salhaj, your sister in law, at least when we kiss.” she said afterward. “Kissing me is one thing; groping me at the same time, is another.”
“I promise I won’t rape you.”
“I’m afraid I thought you were going to.”
“Never,” I looked into her eyes gravely, “yes, I was about to make love to you. But it was only a suggestion. If you turn it down, you have every damn right to do so. No hard feelings from me on that. Is it alright with you?”
new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled at me,
“Sure, sorry I turned you down.”
“It’s all right. It’s a woman’s right to choose who may enter her and who can’t.”
I told my friend about my make out session with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and my friend patted me on the shoulder.
“She’ll be yours in no time. Just make sure you don’t cum too early.”
Easier said than done, I thought, especially considering how hot Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was.
At work, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about the scene in the kitchen with me and how my hands had instinctively reached for her ass.
Yet, it was natural.
She had herself dreamed of me, when kissing her, always grabbing for her behind.
This made her smile.
Secretly, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had liked it and it had made her moan but she didn’t want to give me the idea.
I was her Nandoī, her brother in law and she was my Salhaj, my sister in law.
In Hinduism it wasn’t any sin for me to fuck my Musalmān Salhajs.
Lord Bhagvān Vishñu had made love to his Salhajs, his sisters in law, Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
But in Islam, it was a sin, a gunāh.
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Sometimes, in the moments when jealousy was the strongest,
Muħammad wondered if Muħammad should have just let it remain as it was.
But then Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked at Muħammad with those cocoa, bedroom eyes, gave Muħammad that pouty smile, and spread her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips to show Muħammad her lover’s Hindu cum and Muħammad’s jealousy turned into desire.
Muħammad supposed it started back before Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad even met.
Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah, had Muħammad in a bad funk.
For a while Muħammad suspected she had been sleeping around on Muħammad.
Then one night, Muħammad confirmed it.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah came home from a supposed “girl’s night out.”
Muħammad was feeling particularly horny, and intercepted her before she could take the shower she insisted she wanted to take.
Muħammad kissed her, and she felt “wrong,” tasted “wrong.” But Muħammad continued anyway.
Muħammad unbuttoned her jeans and went to slide his hand into her thong.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah pulled away.
When Muħammad tugged her jeans all the way down, Muħammad found out why: she wasn’t wearing her panties at all.
Then Muħammad saw my Hindu cum.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah just stood there, jeans around her ankles, staring at Muħammad.
“Are you happy, now?”
“Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah…I…what the fuck?”
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah didn’t move.
She didn’t make any effort to cover up.
In fact, Muħammad saw her nipples harden under her tight t-shirt.
My Hindu cum oozed out of her pink ardent Musalmān lips and began to seep down her leg.
All the while Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah just stared at Muħammad with those blazing green eyes.
“So now you know.”
Muħammad was pissed off.
Muħammad was devastated.
But somewhere deep in Muħammad’s confused head, a tiny uncontrolled corner of his brain was feeling excited.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah stepped out of the jeans and bent over to pick them up, no longer caring if Muħammad saw the sloppy state her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was in.
Muħammad’s thought she may have even taken pleasure in bending at the waist, thrusting her extremely gorgeous firm perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at Muħammad, as if to say, look what you’ll never have again.
When Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah walked out of the room, Muħammad noticed that a blob of my Hindu cum had fallen from her.
Muħammad scooped it up and rubbed it between his fingers, trying to figure out why Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah preferred my cum to Muħammad’s.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah moved into my condo within the week.
Soon after, Muħammad’s buddies Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, and Muħammad Ůsmān decided what Muħammad needed was to get out, forget about “that bitch,” and just have a good time.
After hitting a few bars they ended up at their regular haunt, the Town Tap.
Being a Friday, the crowd was thick and loud.
To Muħammad’s friends’ delight, the crowd also consisted of many attractive Musalmān women.
Muħammad still wasn’t in the mood to window shop, so Muħammad sat quietly at the table and drank his beers.
At one point, Al Ůmar Al Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān went to shoot some pool and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr went to the bar to get more drinks then joined them, leaving Muħammad alone.
A moment later, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah came into Muħammad’s life.
She came up to the table and asked for a light.
Muħammad’s grabbed the book of matches Al Ůmar Al Fārūq left and, after a few fumbling attempts, lit the match and offered it to her.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah locked eyes with Muħammad as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned in with her cigarette dangling from impossibly red lips.
She held his hand to steady the flame and Muħammad thought Muħammad would faint.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah blew out the match, but didn’t let go of his hand.
“It’s a bad habit. I only smoke when I’m drinking.”
“Glad I could help,” Muħammad managed to say.
With an alcohol enhanced forwardness, she sat down on one of the stools.
“My name’s Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Hello Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I’m Muħammad.”
“Muħammad,” she offered her hand which Muħammad shook, “it’s nice to meet you.”
Muħammad couldn’t believe such an incredible looking woman was talking to him.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s eyes, so expressive, became even more lively when she smiled.
Her chestnut colored hair, luxurious and tousled, cascaded down to her shoulders.
Her skin was smooth and flawless and her lips, full.
She wore a clingy, sleeveless t-shirt beneath a billowy blouse.
Her breasts over-filled the shirt and moved with a gentle sway each time she shifted.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s body, curvy and soft, was precisely the build Muħammad’d always found attractive on a woman.
Whereas my previous girlfriend described herself as “athletic,” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wonderedfully proportional and full.
They talked for over an hour, heading to a secluded corner when Muħammad’s friends finished their game of pool.
Before Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah left but after they made a date for the following weekend, they kissed: deep, warm, and wet.
That was the first time simply kissing a woman made Muħammad instantly hard.
Muħammad craved her.
One date turned into two. Two into five. The more they dated, the more Muħammad was drawn to her.
They weren’t exclusive, it was too soon for that.
But even though Muħammad knew she dated Durgesh, Muħammad couldn’t bring himself to see anyone else.
At first Muħammad wasn’t too bothered by this arrangement.
However, the more they saw of each other, the more Muħammad’s feelings for her grew—and the less Muħammad wanted her to see me.
They eventually had “the talk.” Muħammad was ecstatic to find out she wanted to see Muħammad exclusively, too.
“Durgesh, he really doesn’t mean anything to me. I usually thought of you when I was with Durgesh, anyway.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said gravely.
Muħammad knew Muħammad’s grinned like an idiot.
She smiled back, then grabbed Muħammad’s face and gave him one of her famous deep kisses.
They kissed for a long time.
Muħammad ran Muħammad’s fingers through her hair.
Muħammad nibbled on her neck, which drives her absolutely wild.
Muħammad licked her cleavage and massaged her breasts.
Muħammad wanted to kiss each and every one of the freckles on her chest.
Muħammad continued massaging, working the shirt off her and unclasping her bra.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s breasts were simply incredible.
Natural and big: not freakishly large, like so many women of silicone fantasy, but round, soft, and heavy.
They were the kind of breasts Muħammad had always dreamed about.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah lied on her back, gravity gently flattened them.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah bent over, they hang, ripe with sexuality.
Her areolas were large and dark with nipples to match.
Muħammad loved the way she would get goose bumps on her areolas whenever she was aroused.
That night, she was especially aroused.
As Muħammad teased and sucked her nipples, her hand pawed at Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī through his pants.
With skill, she unzipped and unbuttoned Muħammad’s jeans.
Her hand immediately found Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī.
She smeared the pre-cum all over the head.
Within minutes, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad
both stripped fully naked and continued their wild—and newly exclusive—sex on Muħammad’s living room floor.
At one point, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was lying there and Muħammad sat up, ready to mount her.
Muħammad just marveled at the beautiful woman lying naked for him.
Her eyes, lids half closed with desire, conveyed her sexual wants.
Her breathing was short and shallow, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway.
Muħammad ran his hands along her flaring hips and she spread her legs, inviting Muħammad in to her.
Muħammad fingered her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, parting her fleshy lips.
She was an absolute mess.
So wet and ready.
“Do it now, Muħammad, I want you now!” She took hold of Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī and led Muħammad to her.
Smoothly, firmly, Muħammad entered.
Muħammad moaned with ecstasy.
Muħammad sunk all the way in with little resistance, she was so wet.
When Muħammad was fully buried in her—Muħammad’s balls tight against her round ass—she grabbed and told Muħammad to stay.
Muħammad thought Muħammad would cum just lying there, so deep in her.
Eventually, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad began their slow movement, savoring each and every stroke.
As Muħammad pulled out, she made a squishing sound, and when Muħammad plunged back in, Muħammad felt her juices over flow.
Muħammad kissed her, sucking her tongue and squeezing her breasts.
She clamped on his ass and pulled him tight with each down stroke.
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
“Yes, yes, cum in me. Muħammad, I want it! Muħammad, I need it!”
The feeling started deep in Muħammad’s balls.
Muħammad felt them pull up into his body.
Then the tingling spread through Muħammad’s legs, arms, fingers.
On the next in stroke, Muħammad exploded.
Muħammad thrust his hips into hers.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wrapped her legs tightly around Muħammad.
Muħammad held her close.
Muħammad felt Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī unloading, pulse after pulse after pulse.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah bit his shoulder, leaving a red mark that would last well into the next day.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad lied there, Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī slowly deflating in her.
They kissed softly, like a dream, their sweaty bodies intertwined.
When Muħammad rolled off her, Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī slid out with an slight plop, all coated with their combined juices.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad held each other and kissed some more.
After a few minutes, Muħammad caressed her breasts and ran his hand down her torso.
Muħammad came to her sloppy awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and fingered her gently.
Muħammad couldn’t believe how messy Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was.
She felt so wet and slick and sticky.
Muħammad was beginning to have thoughts.
Muħammad fingered her some more and suckled on her breast.
An odd feeling came over Muħammad, one which Muħammad had never before explored.
Muħammad kissed her chest, then her stomach. Muħammad kept moving down.
“What are you doing?” She propped herself up on her elbows, watching Muħammad with a quizzical expression on her face.
Muħammad knew exactly what Muħammad was doing.
As Muħammad kissed closer to her wispy pubic hair, Muħammad could smell her cum and Muħammad could smell my Hindu cum.
Allah, how long Durgesh has fucked Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah?
How long Durgesh has erupted into Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?
Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý is still filling her more than Muħammad’s.
In fact, Muħammad’s was not even ten percent.
More than ninety percent Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý is still there in Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad couldn’t forget my Hindu Vīrý’s that unique legendary fragrance.
His entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies oozed that fragrance when Durgesh fucked them and filled their ardent Musalmān Cunts with his exclusive Hindu Vīrý.
Muħammad could not help to want to lick their Musalmān Cunts and taste their combined juices with my Hindu juice.
The same desire again urged Muħammad.
Muħammad became dizzy with desire.
Muħammad kissed her clit and felt the wetness on his lips.
Muħammad looked up at her, hoping Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah would approve.
Her lips turned up in an odd smile and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wiggled her hips.
“Do it.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said mischievously, yet proudly somewhat.
Allah, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý is too fragrant, too tasty, to be resisted, even for Muħammad.
And Muħammad did.
Muħammad’south went to her messy, sloppy awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Muħammad’s lips clamped on her.
Muħammad sucked lightly and was greeted by a mouthful of our mingled cum, mostly Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s and mine.
The feel of it on Muħammad’s tongue was immensely indescribable.
Muħammad swallowed and savored the unique legendary taste, so utmost popular among Durgesh’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Live in relationship partners, and beloveds.
Even so many Musalmān friends of Muħammad talked of it.
“My wife never knew I licked and tongue fucked her because she still had Durgesh’s so wonderful fragrant and tasty Hindu Vīrý in her Musalmān Cunt. She thinks I am crazy to lick her beautiful Musalmān Cunt, but she doesn’t know if her Musalmān Cunt didn’t have Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so often.”
Muħammad darted Muħammad’s tongue into her, wanting to lick out all she had to offer with one greedy stroke.
Muħammad’s chin was soaked.
Muħammad kept sucking and licking and swallowing.
“Hey, save some for me.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah reached down and took Muħammad’s my Hindu cum covered face in her hands and drew him up to her.
They kissed, passing my Hindu cum back and forth to each other.
When they shared it all, Muħammad went down on her again to get any that might have been left and they kissed some more.
“Muħammad, that was incredible! When you dove into my well fucked by Durgesh, awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…wow! I’ve never been so turned on in my life!”
“Neither have I. I can’t believe I’ve been missing that all these years.” Muħammad wasn’t lying.
Muħammad had Muħammad’s first cream pie and Muħammad was hooked.
They talked some more about it as she stroked his re-hardened cut Musalmān nūnī.
“Alas, it wasn’t much there.” Muħammad sighed.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed,
“Hey, do you really mean it?”
“Don’t tell me, if my answer is in the affirmative, you would call Durgesh here, and get much more into your ardent Musalmān Cunt.” Muħammad teased her.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed again,
“Want to bet?”
Muħammad looked at her incredulously,
“You don’t mean it, do you?”
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah took out her mobile and called me.
Muħammad kissed Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah indebted gratefully.
“I love you, my darling.”*
As soon as I reached there, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled at me cunningly,
“Hey, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties, us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Fuck me again, this time from behind.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned over and presented her heart-shaped perfectly round, firm, ardent Musalmān ass to me.
I get into her fast enough.
I grabbed her extremely beautiful Musalmān hips and fucked her savagely.
“Do you like fucking my entirely cleaned Musalmān Cunt, Durgesh?”
“Sure, darling, certainly!” I winked at Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah lewdly yet still sophisticatedly.
“You liked cleaning me up, Muħammad, didn’t you? You liked slurping our cum out of my well fucked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
“Yes! Yes!” Muħammad thought Muħammad’s brain was going to pop hearing her talk like that.
Muħammad knew I wasn’t far from cumming again into her, and Muħammad told her.
“Oh, yes, Muħammad, Durgesh, cum in my awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Fill me up with your cream once more. Then Muħammad, clean me again!” She cocked her head so she could look at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes smoldered with lust, and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah lowered her voice, sounding like mother trying to bribe a child with a cookie,
“You want to do that, don’t you Muħammad? You want to suck Durgesh’s Hindu cum combined with mine, out of my ardent Musalmān Cunt, right? Clean me all up. Swallow whatever you don’t share with anyone, Muħammad?”
That did it.
I exploded again.
Muħammad was amazed at how much I pumped into her for the fourth time.
We collapsed, panting, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah too spent to move.
After several minutes, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah rolled over on her back and crooked a knee.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah ran her hands down to her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and spread her lips. “Time to get to it.”
Muħammad was not spent.
He hadn’t done anything.
It was I that had fucked Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
The idea of eating her our cum filled awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was now even appealing to him as it had been a few minutes ago.
She saw Muħammad’s initial enthusiasm and buried a finger in herself.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah withdrew a big, gooey glob and smeared it on Muħammad’s lips.
“A deals a deal.”
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Muħammad, Muħammad knew Muħammad would do it.
Muħammad licked Muħammad’s lip then sucked her finger.
This made her purr.
Muħammad then went down on Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and cleaned all our cum from her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
When Muħammad finished, Muħammad knew Muħammad had enjoyed it very much.
He also knew that their sexual life had changed forever.
Wasn’t it strange that despite this much intimacy, ultimately Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah exposed Muħammad in such an utmost disgraceful manner?
Muħammad was feeling himself crazy.
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Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad always used to tell each other everything.
Thursday, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad were on their way to Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club for a few drinks and perhaps some dancing, when the subject of Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies having sex with me, came up.
Muħammad was telling Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah that I, like Muħammad, enjoyed fucking my Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives very much.
Muħammad told her he’d read several of my such stories.
It seemed my Musalmān friends and I too enjoyed the humiliation aspect of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ antics.
“It’s a rather subtle thing,” Muħammad said, “Durgesh’s ever closest Musalmān friends seem to enjoy their ardent Musalmān wives telling them how much bigger Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is, and how much the ardent Musalmān wives of Durgesh’s Musalmān friends enjoy being fucked by Durgesh.”
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled incredulously,
“Nonsense! I don’t believe you. Would that excite you if I fuck your friend Durgesh and praise his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund?” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” Muħammad calmed down, losing his enthusiasm altogether.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled ironically, cunningly.
But to her immense surprise, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, found herself getting wet between her legs.
She was horrified.
Her sub conscious was enjoying the idea that Durgesh fucks her and Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, tells Muħammad her sexual adventures with me.
But Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, found her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot getting more and more wet imagining Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her, and Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, ravenously, wildly, savagely.
She looked at Muħammad clandestinely.
He wasn’t paying any attention to her.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was quiet for the next few miles.
Muħammad was enjoying stealing glances at her as he drove.
Her short black skirt settled about half way down her excellent thighs, and each time Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, crossed or uncrossed her legs, Muħammad would get a quick glimpse of her stocking tops.
She’d long abandoned garter belts, preferring instead the look and feel of thigh high stockings.
Muħammad knew that under that skirt Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wearing her black satin T-back panties.
On top she had on a very sheer white blouse, and under her blouse were her bare breasts.
Muħammad hadn’t seen them because Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wearing a black jacket over the blouse, but Muħammad knew they’d be bare…Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah seldom wore a bra!
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts were a work of art!
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah supported a double D cup, size 36.
They were creamy white…had no freckles on them…and ended with the most exquisite nipples!
Her nipples were pinkish to brown…and when aroused resembled a .38 caliber bullet.
Their pet name for this part of her anatomy was bullet nips…and with excellent reasons.
They could become hard as bullets, and Muħammad often joked…twice as deadly!
Even Durgesh had risked all to squeeze her nips…to feel the firmness of Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts…to know the exquisite taste and depth of her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
In Muħammad’s opinion, It was only fitting that he used to describe Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts in such vernacular as to make Smith and Wesson proud!
When she did speak again, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah simply uttered one sentence.
“You know, Muħammad, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān women friends who fuck Durgesh, claim that Durgesh has larger Uncut Hindu Lund than their Musalmān husbands and yours too.”
Muħammad had never made much of an issue about the size of Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
The fact that Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough for Muħammad!
But her statement was made to excite Muħammad…and to tell the truth…something about it did just that.
Muħammad was a bit excited at the prospect of her fucking Durgesh better endowed than Muħammad… Durgesh whose Uncut Hindu Lund would stretch her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to conform to his Uncut Hindu Lund, not Muħammad’s.
Muħammad continued what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had obviously started.
“No, I wasn’t aware of that.”
“It isquite true…Muħammad, I can’t think of very many men whose equipment would be as small as yours. Don’t misunderstand me, Muħammad, I love you a lot…and I love your cut Musalmān nūnī …but sweetie…it was not the biggest one around…not by a long shot!”
“Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
“Why would I? It was not like you could make yours grow bigger now, is it? It was not like there’s anything you could do to make me want it more…plus, sweetie, you were pretty nice to let me fuck Durgesh whenever I wanted. So when I needed a bigger Uncut Hindu Lund…a man-sized one…Muħammad, I simply go to Durgesh. That’s okay, isn’t it, sweetie?”
“Only to Durgesh?”
“Only to Durgesh.” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled at Muħammad lovingly.
“You too love Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into your extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, don’t you, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah?” Muħammad was suddenly jealous of me.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, laughed,
“Oh, sure. Exclusively. You are my husband, Muħammad. But Durgesh is my lover.Do you understand?”
This was kind of exciting. Muħammad continued the probe.
“Were you looking for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund, tonight? Is that why you’re dressed like you are?”
“You know…in stockings…and your T-back.”
“Oh, you know what, sweetie? I forgot all about that old T-back.” With that statement she lifted herself off the seat a few inches, slid her hands under her skirt and withdrew them, along with her panties. “Muħammad, I won’t be needing these tonight, after all, I’m only dancing.”
Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī was rock hard instantly.
All the talk about Durgesh fucking her with better Uncut Hindu Lund than Muħammad’s had already gotten Muħammad in a turned-on state, but when he realized Muħammad’s wife was about to get on a dance floor with Durgesh , and allow Durgesh to hold her body close to his, and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah would have her totally naked extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund…well, Muħammad could have cut glass with his diamond hard cut Musalmān nūnī!
But Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t through with her new toy of husband humiliation yet.
There was still more to come.
“Tell me, Muħammad. When Durgesh fucks me and you’re in the same room, and you see he’s fucking me with a bigger Uncut Hindu Lund than yours, would you mind if I mentioned it to him? Would you mind if I mention to my Hindu lover that your cut Musalmān nūnī is sooooo small? It wouldn’t embarrass you, would it? I mean…the truth is the truth! Isn’t it, my dear husband?”*
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was dumbfounded.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was definitely, certainly and deliberately humiliating him.
Allah, didn’t she knew before marrying Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī how small bis cut Musalmān nūnī was.
Was he alone, however?
Aren’t most of the Musalmīn suffering from the same problem?
Why the hell their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are fucking Durgesh/other Hindu(s) otherwise?
But he didn’t say what he really felt.
Instead, he said,
“He’d rather you not do that, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Why? Are you overly sensitive about your smallest cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Well, up to right now, I never considered it to be below average. I thought it was fine, up to now.”
“Such an interesting choice of words, sweetie. Average. That’s like, ‘ordinary’ or ‘common’ isn’t it? I mean, an average anything is unremarkable, isn’t it? Unremarkable…and…and I guess one might say ‘boring.'” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned her legs toward Muħammad.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad were pulling into the parking lot of the club as she ran her hands along the inside of Muħammad’s legs, allowing him to feel her fingernails rake across the tender inner thighs under his trousers.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was less than an 1/8 of an inch away from the head of Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī.
Her hands stopped as Muħammad put the car in park and turned off the keys.
Her legs were not close together…in fact…Muħammad was certain Muħammad could see her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hair from the position Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was in.
Muħammad reached over for her, to pull her closer to him…to put his hands where his eyes were, to feel her heat.
But Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, moved back too quickly.
In one motion, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was out of Muħammad’s reach, than out of his car.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah stood on the parking lot and waited for Muħammad to lock the car.
As Muħammad came around to her side she didn’t wait for him.
Instead, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah started into the club.
“Try not to get in my way, tonight, sweetie. Muħammad, I think I may be in the mood for a quickie before we get home.”
And just to make sure Muħammad understood what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, meant, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah,dded,
“And who knows…I may even give you a little, too!” With that Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah walked into the club.
Muħammad could hear the music blaring through the loud speakers.
His entire body was on fire…waiting with sure anticipation for what Muħammad knew would be a memorable night!*
Once inside the club, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah found a booth on the very edge of the dance floor.
It would easily seat four, and usually, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad would have taken a smaller table.
But Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah sat down and Muħammad sat with her.
She opened her purse and took out her cigarettes and lighter and sat back, crossing her legs, allowing her skirt to ride high over the right leg.
Muħammad enjoyed the show.
But he knew it was only the show he could enjoy now.
Before she even had her first drag of her cigarette, I approached their table.
I smiled easily as I asked her for a dance.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled back…that smile that tells a stranger Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, could be had.
Muħammad knew that smile.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had practiced it on Muħammad for years.
Cigarette in the ashtray, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah slid out of the booth and was on her way to the dance floor with her conquest, me, Durgesh.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah stopped, turned back to me and said, “Whiskey.”
Muħammad knew what that meant.
The last time Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had ordered whiskey in a club, she ended up fucking Durgesh five times in different sex positions.
She later told Muħammad that whiskey made her “crazy.”
And now, here Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was…ordering the one drink that would make her even more uncontrollable than usual.
Muħammad couldn’t wait to place the order.
Muħammad watched her dance.
The floor wasn’t crowded, it still being early.
And Muħammad must say, the man Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had accepted as her first dance partner didn’t seem to be overly aggressive.
Why should be I?
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was herself dying to fuck me then and there.
The band was playing a rather fast number, not allowing for a great deal of physical contact.
It didn’t matter.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah danced, everyone noticed.
Her skirt seemed to have a will of its own.
As she danced, it rose up on her legs, and when Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had reached up over her head with her arms, it would pull even higher, exposing the tops of her stockings…exciting not only me…but anyone else who realized how hot Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was, how hot Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was becoming.
The number was over, and her “escort” brought her back to the table.
As I turned to go back to my own table, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned over and whispered something in my ear.
Muħammad couldn’t make out exactly what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, but I smiled and replied,
“Sure. Glad to.”
With that I left them alone at their table..
“Did you enjoy that?” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah,sked.
“What? Watching you dance?”
“Yes. Muħammad, I know how much you like to watch.”
“Yes, I suppose I did. Did you?”
“What, did I enjoy dancing…or enjoy you watching?”
“Either. Both. Durgesh is a good dancer, isn’t he?”
She leaned across the table.
Ignoring his question, she had another one of her own.
“Did it make your little dick hard? Did your penie-winnie get hard watching my skirt rise up my legs?”
Muħammad felt embarrassed.
Muħammad didn’t know why.
No one could hear what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had said except Muħammad…still, her now sudden interest in demeaning Muħammad’s manhood seemed to arouse Muħammad even more, and as Muħammad became aroused… Muħammad became more self-conscious about the size of what he’d considered to be a respectable cut Musalmān nūnī until less than an hour ago.
Little did Muħammad know that what Muħammad was feeling was nothing compared to what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had in store for Muħammad.*
Just than, I, her dance partner, showed back up at their booth, this time with her drink in hand.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, moved toward Muħammad…making room for me to sit with them…with her really…and as I slid in next to her, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, let out an almost inaudible sigh…a sigh that Muħammad understood all to well.
“Muħammad…this is your Hindu Bahnoī, Durgesh. Durgesh…my husband, Muħammad.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah introduced us as if Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had known both of us forever.
Muħammad extended her hand to me impishly, but oddly enough, I ignored it.
Muħammad assumed U hadn’t seen it.
The lighting wasn’t real good in there, or maybe…or maybe I was just rude on Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s express request.
Muħammad didn’t much care which.
But Muħammad did feel stupid with his hand extended and me ignoring him.
Muħammad put his hand down.
I wasn’t paying any attention to Muħammad, anyhow.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was the star of my show.
Muħammad’s wife turned to him and said, “Oh, listen. A slow song. Feel like another dance, Durgesh?”
A stupid question.
I slid out of the booth, and she followed me.
This time, before going to the floor, she reached back to the table and picked up her drink.
She kicked it back in one motion.
A shot of whiskey…straight…and now down her throat.
She followed e to the dance floor.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was right, it was a much slower song, and this time we did touch.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s 5’7″ frame just folded into my ever strong Hindu body.
Even with her heels on, she only came to my shoulders.
Damn, Muħammad had to admit…Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had picked a fine specimen as usual.
Even with my coat on, Muħammad could tell I was as usual, well built.
I still looked like an athlete, and moved like one as well.
Several times during the dance, I’d say something to her, whisper it actually into her ear, and Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had look up at me with those big green eyes that separates a real red-head from the bottle variety.
Muħammad thought Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was going to kiss me once or twice, but nothing like that happened.
It was a really uneventful dance and when it was over, we returned to the booth.
This time, as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah slid in, Muħammad was sure he’d seen a flash of her pubic hair…but Muħammad couldn’t be certain.
But Muħammad knew if Muħammad had…so too had Durgesh, I.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned her body to face her partner, placing her back to Muħammad.
She began a conversation with me, and Muħammad really couldn’t hear a word Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said.
With a combination of her back being toward Muħammad, and the music from the band, plus the buzz from the other patrons, Muħammad really felt left out.
Muħammad wondered if Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah knew how rude Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was being.
Muħammad wasn’t even sure she remembered Muħammad was there.
Muħammad was wrong.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to Muħammad and said in a rather sharp voice,
“Didn’t you order me another drink? If you’re worried about the expense…I’ve got my own money. Haven’t I”*
Damn! Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had never said anything like that to Muħammad before.
She knew damn well Muħammad didn’t care about the cost of anything.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had simply said that to belittle Muħammad…to make Muħammad look small.
Like his cut Musalmān nūnī.
Muħammad put his hand up to summon a waitress…Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah didn’t like that.
“Shit, Muħammad. Don’t you wait for a waitress. Go get me a drink, now. And bring Durgesh a…” turning to me Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked me what I was drinking.
I answered her and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to Muħammad.
“Bring him a juice. And get one of those drinks with an umbrella for yourself. You do so much like those weak little drinks.”
With that Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to her friend, me, and said something that amused me.
I laughed and so did she.
And as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, laughed, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, allowed her hand to rest on my thigh.
And as Muħammad watched, her hand went from resting to stroking…to stroking my thigh, then to fondling…to placing her hand too high up for it to be touching anything other than my Uncut Hindu Lund!
Muħammad hurried off for the drinks.
He felt himself immensely ignored and humiliated.*
When Muħammad returned, we had changed positions.
I was sitting in the middle of the booth.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was at the end where I had been.
Perhaps the most obvious thing was that Muħammad couldn’t see her left hand at all.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was turned facing him, her right arm resting on the table, but her left hand was down under the cloth, down under the surface of the table.
In his gut, Muħammad knew what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had done.
Muħammad started to get in next to her, but Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked at Muħammad and simply said,
“You need to get in on the other side, Muħammad.”
No explanation, no anything.
Just “get in on the other side.”
This of course placed me in the middle flanked by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah on my right, and Muħammad on my left.
Muħammad placed Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s drink in front of her, and my juice in front of me.
Muħammad hadn’t ordered one for himself.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah noticed that immediately.
“Where’s your drink?”
“I don’t want one.”
“Well, of course you do!” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked out across the area until Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah spotted a waitress.
“Miss…Oh, Miss.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t usually that obvious when summoning a wait person.
Muħammad couldn’t understand why Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was now.
The waitress made her way to the table.
Before she was actually there, Muħammad’s wife called out a drink order for Muħammad.
“Can you bring my husband a drink, please. Maybe a Pink Lady or something like that. Not a real strong drink. He’s not used to manly things.”
Muħammad could have died!
Muħammad knew it was not likely, but Muħammad swear that everyone in the place heard what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said.
Now Muħammad admits he was not much of a drinker, but when Muħammad do, Muħammad usually order something along the line of gin and tonic or maybe a vodka martini, but he’d never order a drink like a Pink Lady.
Allah! Allah! My, God!
Muħammad was mortified.
And of course, I was having a field day at Muħammad’s expense.
Muħammad realized I’d still not spoken a word to Muħammad.
I was ignoring Muħammad as if Muħammad wasn’t even there.
Here Muħammad was, providing me entertainment and juice and I still hadn’t spoken to Muħammad.
Muħammad was really getting pissed off, and was just about to say something when Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned over toward Muħammad and spoke.
“Muħammad. Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Other than pissing me off?”
“No, Muħammad, I mean, what I’m doing with my left hand. Do you know what I’m doing?”
Muħammad didn’t have to ask.
Be looked down at the space between the table and us and Muħammad could honestly say Muħammad was shocked!
Muħammad’s wife had taken My Uncut Hindu Lund out of my pants and was playing with it, jerking me off right there between them.
And Muħammad must say, other than the shock of seeing what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was doing, Muħammad was even more surprised at the size of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was the largest Uncut Hindu Lund Muħammad’d ever seen her hold.
Now, by now you know Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad weren’t what one would call a conventional couple…but this really was outlandish, even by her standards.
But even this was nothing compared with what was to follow.*
His wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled to Muħammad,
“Muħammad, Muħammad, I want you to feel this Uncut Hindu Lund. It’s what your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies enjoy in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choots. ” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said that as normally as she could have said, “Feel this material,” or “Feel this grape.”
Muħammad knew Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said it in a whisper, but in his ears, the words thundered!
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, might as well as had a neon sign with a flashing arrow pointing to my lap and a loud speaker blaring,
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s holding Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and wants Muħammad to feel it, too!”
Muħammad looked away, toward the dance floor.
Oh, how Muħammad wished they would stop this and go dance instead.
“Muħammad. Did you hear me? Muħammad, I want you to feel Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund that serve your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts . Durgesh said you can. I told him I wished my husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī was like this…so big…so hard. Go ahead, now. Put your hand down here and feel Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund for me. Be a good boy, Muħammad, or Muħammad, I swear, I’ll go down on him right here in front of everyone.”*
Muħammad knew Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, would do it, too.
Trying not to be obvious…Muħammad placed his right hand under the table and tentatively reached over, running the back of his hand over my hot, hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
The instant Muħammad’s hand bumped against it, Muħammad jerked back…as if he’d been burned by a hot piece of steel.
This didn’t make Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah happy.
“Muħammad, I told you to touch it. Put it in your hand. Close your palm around it…or as much of it as you could…and tell me what it feels like. Do it, Muħammad. Do it now.”
Muħammad did as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had instructed.
Muħammad’s right palm closed around my Uncut Hindu Lund…this huge hunk of Uncut Hindu Lund meat…and Muħammad must say…Muħammad was impressed.
It was huge!
Muħammad had a random thought… Allah, thank God Muħammad didn’t have to buy this for her by the pound.
Muħammad just held it in is hand, and Muħammad felt a movement below his hand.
It was Muħammad’s wife’s.
Muħammad realized that this Uncut Hindu Lund was so big, that they both had their hands on it…and neither of them touched the other’s hand.
“What do you think, Muħammad. Isn’t it gigantic? Think what your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies enjoy in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts. Don’t you appreciate? ”
Muħammad didn’t respond.
What the hell did she expect Muħammad to say.
But Muħammad didn’t take his hand away, either.
Muħammad could feel it pulsing in his hand.
Muħammad could feel it growing!
“Muħammad, I said, ‘What do you think.'” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah repeated, a little louder this time. “What do you think about Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Muħammad?”
“It is very nice, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Very nice? Nice is a spring shower. Muħammad…how does it compare to yours? How does Durgesh’s man-sized Uncut Hindu Lund compare to yours? Which one do you think will give me the most pleasure? Which one do you think I should fuck, Muħammad, tonight?”
“I said it is very nice.”
“Why don’t we compare, Muħammad. Take yours out now. Let’s see yours. Show Durgesh what I usually get when you fuck me, Muħammad. Come on…take it out.”
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, please!”
“I’m not pleased, Muħammad. Muħammad, I want Durgesh to see your cut Musalmān nūnī . He’s shown you his. Now take yours out for him to see. He won’t laugh. Muħammad, I promise.”
“Please. Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t do this.”
“Why not, sweetie. You were the one who brought the whole thing up. Now, we’re talking. Now, we’ll see if your cut Musalmān nūnī is as little as I seem to remember it. Show it to us now, or Muħammad, I promise you, I’ll never look at it again, much less fuck it.”
Muħammad did as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, commanded.
Without taking his right hand off of My growing Uncut Hindu Lund, Muħammad unzipped his pants and reached in to withdraw his cut Musalmān nūnī.
It was not easy to do.
It was hard as the table top, and Muħammad only had one free hand to work with.
Besides, with both hands under the table, Muħammad was aware of how Muħammad must appear to observers.
It looked like Muħammad was diddling himself, like Muħammad was playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
But then, Muħammad guessed he was.
Muħammad freed his hard cut Musalmān nūnī and covered it with his hand.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t through with Muħammad yet.
“Muħammad, jerk on it to make it hard. Muħammad, I want to see it hard!”
Muħammad mumbled his answer.
The waitress was back with his drink.
The band had stopped playing.
The room was much quieter.
The waitress was standing there.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was waiting for Muħammad to pay for the drink.
Muħammad’s left hand had his cut Musalmān nūnī in it. His right had my Uncut Hindu Lund.
And Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah kept repeating herself.
“Make it hard. Muħammad, I want to see it hard. Make it hard like Durgesh is hard! Now. Muħammad, I want to see it hard, NOW!”
“IT IS HARD, DAMN, YOU. THIS IS AS BIG AS IT GETS! YOU KNOW THAT! IT IS NOT AS BIG AS Durgesh’s. It is not as big as Durgesh’s. It is not…”
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah reached into her purse.
She gave the waitress ten bucks and told her to keep the change.
Muħammad just looked down at the table top.
The worse thing, however, hadn’t happened yet.
Muħammad was still a few seconds away from the worse part of this story.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah asked Muħammad again,
“Who should I fuck, tonight, Muħammad? Who deserves this extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot? Should I give it to a man like Durgesh, or to someone like you?”
Muħammad didn’t answer.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked Muħammad again, but this time in a lower voice.
“Muħammad. Listen to me. Muħammad, I want you to tell me what to do. Should I give it to Durgesh? Should I let him fuck me…or do you want me to diddle that little thing of yours? Just tell me, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Then the worst thing happened.
Muħammad came all over Muħammad’s hand, all over Muħammad’s zipper, all over his pants.
Muħammad shot a load of cum that didn’t seem to end.
And the more Muħammad shot, the more Muħammad felt like Muħammad couldn’t stop.
Muħammad didn’t want it to stop. Muħammad wanted to cum all night, until Muħammad flooded the bar with his jism…until Muħammad floated out of the damn place on a sea of white, sticky cum.
And as Muħammad shot his final spurt, Muħammad heard Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say to Durgesh…
“I think Muħammad wants me to fuck you, Durgesh. Are you ready?”
In the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?
Muħammad fell from the seventh sky.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed me.
I undressed her.
She played with my Uncut Hindu Lund openly.
I kissed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Everyone was clapping.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed, licked my Uncut Hindu Lund and then swallowed into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
She sucked me to her heart’s content.
I entered her ultimately.
She was lying on her back.
I went between her well spread legs.
She put her legs on my shoulders.
I entered Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and fucked her till infinity.
Muħammad thought that.
My Uncut Hindu Lund never left Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Cunt after that.
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