He still couldn’t believe what he had seen with his own eyes.
Fātimah Aħmad had been married to Ålī Imām for three years now.
Yet, Ålī Imām couldn’t deny he had seen his wife, his wife, named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā, was sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock in their own living room.
Ålī Imām was watching Fātimah Aħmad and me on the screen of his laptop while sitting in a hotel room 300 miles away and his first thought was to burn the cheating bitch down.
Named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself.
What the hell did it mean?
How the hell did he know Fātimah Aħmad was named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself?
Fātimah was not a name, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had given to his fourth daughter first time in the entire Årab history until then.
Instead, wasn’t it a very very popular name among Årabs even then?
There was an extraordinary beautiful young woman, named Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, who proposed Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam pre marital sex and the ever righteous Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam refused to commit the sin.
For this great character Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was granted the title of Yusuf-e- Makka Mukarramah.
So, Fūtimah was not a very respectful name then, when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam named his fourth daughter.
Yet, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam did it.
Ålī Imām did neither understand it ever, nor he needed too.
Why couldn’t he think Fātimah Aħmad was named after Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, instead of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā?
He thought since he was named Ålī, what a great pair he would make with Fātimah Aħmad.
Well, he himself is responsible for it.
Yet,thinking about not being with Fātimah Aħmad brought suicidal thoughts to Ålī Imām.
Allah, what the hell should Ålī do?
What the hell should Ålī do??
While Ålī Imām watched, I shot my Hindu load down his wife’s throat, making him even angrier than when Ålī Imām saw me enter with her.
Ålī Imām closed the laptop and sat on the bed, crying one minute and raging the next.
Ålī Imām met Fātimah Aħmad her senior year and his first year of graduate school at The University of Tennessee when Ålī Imām was twenty and she twenty one.
Ålī Imām was working on a master’s degree in computer science having graduated from high school at sixteen.
His parents had been killed in an automobile accident and Ålī Imām had to become an emancipated minor to get himself and their estates away from his greedy uncle and his shrewd of a wife.
Ålī Imām paid off the mortgage on the home Ålī Imām now owned with the insurances on his parents and the out of court settlement from the driver who was at fault in the accident.
Ålī Imām took apart, rebuilt his first computer at age eleven and became a computer geek after that.
Fātimah Aħmad literally knocked his 5′ wiry frame down when she rounded a corner in the student union.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Ålī Imām could barely look her in the face.
Ålī Imām was so focused on her pert breasts jiggling underneath her shirt, obviously unfettered by a bra.
“Let me help you up! I’m Fātimah Aħmad!”
“Thanks, I’m Ålī Imām.” Ålī Imām took her hand and allowed her to pull him up.
Ålī Imām might have been shorter than her, but his already hardening Cock had given him the confidence to make the first move.
“How about you make it up to me by going out with me?”
“Ålī Imām, sorry, I can’t,” Fātimah Aħmad looked down, seeming a bit nervous. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”
“Here, take my number in case you change your mind or need someone to talk to!” Ålī Imām handed her a card with his number, one of the many he kept to give to a woman in case she hesitated to give him hers.
“This isn’t a campus number.” Fātimah Aħmad frowned at Ålī Imām.
“No, it’s my house phone. I commute to class every day.” Ålī Imām answered her.
With that, she hurried off.
Ålī Imām didn’t expect to hear from her again.
He was surprised when she called Ålī Imām two weeks later sobbing over the phone.
“Ålī Imām, Durgesh is cheating on me! I saw him fucking my Bhābhījān. Allah, my Bhāījān would kill me. He had already fought with me that Durgesh would fuck now the entire Musalmān houseladies of our families those are beautiful, once he is fucking me. Ålī Imām, I don’t know what to do!” Fātimah Aħmad managed to say between sobs.
“Dump the Hindu scoundrel and become my girlfriend!” Ålī Imām said to her, trying to be smooth. “I’ll never do anything like that to you!”
“But Durgesh is already fucking my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam.”
“Let him for the time being. Once you are with me, I’d get access to your families. Then I can study Durgesh’s sexual relationship with your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam, properly and we both together may think out some strategy to get rid of this problem too.”*
Fātimah Aħmad was still sobbing, but managing to get control of her breathing.
“”Ålī Imām, I don’t even know you!” I know Ålī Imām, I have to dump Durgesh, but why am, Ålī Imām, I calling you? Ålī Imām, I need to go!” She hung up on him before Ålī Imām could reply.
Ålī Imām had her dorm room number from caller ID.
Ålī Imām called her every other day just trying to talk to her, to get to know her.
After two weeks Fātimah Aħmad agreed to go out with Ålī Imām.
It led to more dates.
Ålī Imām got into her panties on the third date.
Ålī Imām had taken her to a restaurant near his house and offered to give her the grand tour, ending on his king sized bed.
Ålī Imām went slow, not wanting to blow his chance at her extremely attractive still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
When Ålī Imām had all her clothes off except her panties, Ålī Imām spent fifteen minutes kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples, giving her a long, slow orgasm.
She gasped when Ålī Imām stood and removed his clothes.
“Your Cock is so small!” Fātimah Aħmad said with almostsomewhat scorn. “Ålī Imām, I even don’t know if I can get it! Can it really penetrate?”
“Hey,” Ålī Imām laughed, “you naughty girl. Of course it penetrates. What the hell do you think? Only Durgesh can fuck you?”
“Well,” Fātimah Aħmad sighed, “I’m jealous to my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam. She is really luckier than me.”
Ålī Imām laughed.
“Well, I can’t exactly compete with Durgesh in sex, nevertheless you won’t be as ravenous as your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam was even after sleeping with your Bhāījān.”
“Of course! And why do you call it small anyway? It’s six inch completely. My sisters talk with each other that Durgesh‘s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Penis is itself only six inch originally. It extends even double to its original when Durgesh is excited.”
“I see,” Fātimah Aħmad smiled, “I didn’t know your sisters too fuck Durgesh.”
Ålī Imām smiled proudly.
“Well, my sisters are extremely striking.”
“And it’s only natural that every extremely striking Musalmān young lady must fuck Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Ålī Imām looked Fātimah Aħmad shrewdly.
“Natural or else, that’s what you entire Musalmān houseladies are doing it now, almost. Don’t you? Then why being jealous of my sisters only?”*
Saiyadah Āmnah, ‘Amy’ Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī called her, and Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī had been married for 5 years.
they had enjoyed amazing sex.
Neither of them expected this as they had a strong religious background and their former spouses did not enjoy sex as they did.
As they explored their inner most desires and fantasies, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized that he wanted to share his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, with me .
Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, was 5′ 5″ tall, 46 years old with long beautiful legs.
she had studied dance in college.
She had very perky tits.
As Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, became more adventurous in the bedroom, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started to push her to do things that make most of the women uncomfortable, whether they are Musalmān or not.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started out with trying to had nude photographs of her.
This caused quite a strong response from Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy.
She was visibly upset the first time Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī took a nude shot of her in the shower.
She refused photos for a very long time.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī did not discuss with her his fantasy of her being with me, a Hindu, infamous for fucking every Musalmān Beauty, every Musalmān houselady, that came in my contact in whatsoever capacity, ever.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s fantasies did not go away.
Yet, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized he would need to be patient.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s reward came quicker than Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī himself had anticipated.
Recently, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī was contacted me.
I wanted to renew our friendship.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī smiled.
Allah, his sister, Al Åsmat Al Islam, had ultimately made Durgesh to remember Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī.*
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Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī had to fly to Ved Nagar from Miami.
His Ammī had returned to Ved Nagar.
His daughters also accompanied him.
They reached Ved Nagar even sooner than Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī had anticipated.
Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad PhD retorted,
“Yes, I can see Bājī. You live here now.”
“Not only myself. It’s a City of Parahumen and zillionaires. Believe it or not, there are persons now who suspect this City is the Capitol of HVS.”
“Allah, Bājī, you and your Durgesh addiction.”
“It’s Scientific Achievement, my dear. They say: ‘There wasn’t any Mi’raj. It isn’t possible.’ Nonsense.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī wanted to do all the foolish things a son did to his Ammī after a separation.
“Time Traveler, I’m not your Ammī. I’m your Ammī’s very very personal lady robot.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī couldn’t believe his eyes.
He would have jumped showing his immense surprise if the lady robot hadn’t requested him,
“Your Ammī doesn’t want this secret known to anyone except yourself.”***
Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī couldn’t afford to look his daughters even.
He doubted he might give away to his daughters.
It would not be in accordance his Ammī’s plans.
“It’s good to see you, Ammī, again.” He managed to say somehow.
He didn’t know even when the lady robot exactly identical to her was made by his Ammī.
He knew however his Ammī herself had time traveled when she was nineteen only.
Her finger closed to a comfortable but not painful pressure and then released it.
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī hoped earnestly that the creature’s unreadable eyes could not penetrate his mind.
Allah, did his own mother wanted to keep more efficient eyes on him?
Why otherwise she had sent her very personal robot to welcome him?
Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah was a mystery herself.
He pinched himself.
No, he was not dreaming.
He was very much awake.
It was surprising to him that even after knowing that it was not his Ammī, a lady robot instead, all of him was still concentrated into a feeling of an intense love for his Ammī.
He never believed that his Ammī fed him her vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý instead of milk ab initio.
But, yes, since he came to his own senses, Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was licking his Ammī’s vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý.
There was a rumor that his Ammī was preparing to claim that she was Ummil Rasūlallāh Ħuzūrsreincarnated.
He had laughed.
“Then perhaps she is preparing to claim myself Ħuzūrs himself.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr looked at him gravely.
“I won’t be surprised if Ammījān claims it.”
“Nonsense.” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī thundered at his ever best friend.
“I haven’t told you something myself, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed ironically.
“Don’t tell me that your Ammī is also doing the same thing with you too.”
“No, but someone else is performing that role for her.”
“What?” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was startled.
“My wife.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled,
“I see. That’s why your services are obtained?”
“Keep it to yourself.”
“Tell me one thing if you know.”
“There is a rumor that Ammījān is planning to claim she is…”
“Is it right?”
“If it is, it’s part of the amendment of time cycles.”
“You don’t know?”
“I’m told only what she thinks necessary.”
It was not good to whisper in the presence of his daughters.
“Ten thousand robots per human is the current ratio.”
“All of them are lady robots ?”
“Allah, isn’t it costly in itself, ‘Ten thousand robots per human’, I mean?”
On the surface, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was just a grand looking Turk Musalmān woman in her early thirties.
An extremely beautiful face with long, black hair and distinguishable Arabian features inherited from her Ammī.
She always wore lose fitting clothing that hid her figure pretty well.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā considered it shameful to show herself in public, a result of years of Orthodox Muslim school teaching.
She had remained almost a virgin until her late twenties when she married her husband.
And even with him, her idea of sex was that of a quick missionary-style fuck.
She would never allow him to go down on her, or even entertain the thought of sucking him.
Although she did desire to cum herself during sex.
But usually had her husband rub her clit with his fingers to bring her to climax before having him mount her for a quick session.
In addition to being conservative, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was also quite a snob.
Her family had done well for themselves over the years, and being rich, she did not have to worry about finances ever.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā always considered herself a step above those around her.
So it was easy for her to quit working once her husband completed his residency and became a staff surgeon in a local hospital.
Unfortunately, his job required him to attend several medical conferences each year, often leaving Jamīlah Bū Pāshā home alone.
Little did she know that one of his reasons for going alone was to often find someone to pleasure him as a gay since he couldn’t declare his being a gay at home.
On Friday morning, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā dropped her husband off at the airport.
He was flying to Kansas to spend the weekend with his Ammī, then off to Washington for a two-day conference.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was planning to leave early the next morning for a couple nights away at a hot springs spa herself and would no doubt be out of contact with her husband until Monday night.
On her way home from the airport Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had the misfortune of getting a flat tire.
She managed to reach a service station.
She waltzed into the service bay and requested that someone replace her tire.
The attendant politely took her information but when he didn’t move quickly enough for her, she became demanding to the point of being insulting.
Moreover her attitude showed.
Still, the 18-year old Hindu attendant took down her information, then slowly, very slowly, had her tire repaired and replaced back onto the vehicle.
Instead of being grateful, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā called the manager to task for hiring such a dim-witted idiot to work there, paid her bill, and left.
Shankar Mahā Rudr did not like the way he was treated by Jamīlah Bū Pāshā one bit.
He detested arrogant Musalmān women like her.
And hearing her complaints to his manager had made things worse.
Shankar Mahā Rudr stewed over the incident the rest of the day.
Then decided that he wanted to get revenge.
Shankar Mahā Rudr had overheard Jamīlah Bū Pāshā on her cell phone while she was waiting.
He heard her mention that her husband was out of town and that she was going to be out of town as well.
Shankar Mahā Rudr went to the file cabinet and pulled out the day’s tickets, finding hers he took note of the address.
A pretty nice neighborhood a little more than sixty-miles from where he lived.
Shankar Mahā Rudr guessed that she probably only drove this far from home when she needed to go to the airport.
Thinking that her home would be empty for the weekend, Shankar Mahā Rudr decided to call a few of his Hindu buddies and pay the house a visit.
He thought that when she returned home to find the place ransacked and robbed that she would have a taste of what it felt like to be abused by someone.
Shankar Mahā Rudr was under educated as most of the Musalmīn were.
Shankar Mahā Rudr had discovered his real Hindu father was a multi-millionaire.
That night Shankar Mahā Rudr picked up three of his friends: Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý, two cousins, ages 19 and 18, who had grown up with Shankar Mahā Rudr, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, a tall Hindu kid who had dropped out of high school and spent a couple years wandering from town to town before settling down in their town.
At 21, Mohan Giridhar was the oldest of the group.
They drove the sixty miles to where Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lived.
Passed through the neighborhood checking things out.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī had plenty of experience with breaking and entering and offered his best advice.
He was particularly pleased to see that the house they targeted was pretty secluded with a nice long driveway.
Thick woods blocked one entire side from view from the street.
They pulled into the driveway, cut the lights and engine, and coasted down behind the trees and rolled off into the grass beside the garage where their car would be hidden from view.
There were no lights on in the house, or on any of the other nearby homes.
Not surprising for 2:00 am.
To avoid any possible alarm system they climbed a tree in the back yard and hopped onto the awning over the patio.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī found the bathroom window and used a small, thin piece of metal to slip it through the crack and unlock the window.
Then the four Hindu men slid easily into the bathroom and began creeping down the hall.
Finding the bedroom first, they walked in.
Since this was on the backside of the house, they didn’t worry about light and flicked the switch.
To their shock and surprise, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was asleep in the bed.
When the light came on, she awoke with a start.
She jumped from the bed screaming.
She was dressed in a thin nightgown that did little to hide her extremely beautiful Turk Musalmān assets.
Her ample Turk Musalmān breast swayed under the material and her blue panties were clearly visible.
“Oh fuck!” Shankar Mahā Rudr yelled out upon their discovery.
Both Junior and Vikram Āditý stood frozen in near panic.
If not for Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī Jamīlah Bū Pāshā probably would have been able to rush out the door and perhaps make it to safety.
But the big Hindu man, acting with the instinct of one who had perhaps been in such situations before, jumped before her, wrapping his thick Hindu arms around her body and dove onto the bed pinning her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body beneath him.
When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to scream again Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī shoved a pillow over her face.
“Shit! Someone get me some fucking rope or something!” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled, trying to hold the kicking Turk Musalmān woman in place.
“Where?” Shankar Mahā Rudr replied.
“How the fuck do I know!” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled back. “Look around!”
The three Hindu men ran out of the room tossing open closets and other things.
Finally returning with some power cords, a short piece of string and some duct tape.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī sat on Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s stomach while the other guys grabbed her hands and feet.
First, he needed to shut her up.
Reaching back he spotted her panties and with a quick, violent tug, ripped them off her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body and shoved them into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth before using the duct tape to cover her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Successfully muffling her cries for help.
Then he rolled her over and used one of the cords and some more duct tape to secure her arms behind her back.
After tying her up, the four Hindu men stood over the bed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay on the bed in fear.
She realized that, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy was exposed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā closed her legs tightly trying to keep it hidden.
But there was little she could do about covering her thick black bush.
Fortunately, for Shankar Mahā Rudr she did not recognize him at all.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had long ago chosen to not look those who were beneath her in the face unless necessary, and therefore had no remembrance of what the kid at the service station looked like.
“Damn, this Turk Musalmān Bitch has a fine body on her.” Vikram Āditý commented.
Shankar Mahā Rudr couldn’t help but agree.
He did not remember her looking this good this morning.
But then again, she wasn’t half-naked then either.
Then Shankar Mahā Rudr got an even better idea.
“Let’s really show Miss Rich-Extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch a lesson tonight.” He suggested as he leaned forward and took her left Turk Musalmān breast into his hand.
When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began to roll away in protest Shankar Mahā Rudr squeezed it tightly causing her to gasp in pain.
“Yeah, I think we should all fuck the hell out of her.” Mohan Giridhar suggested.
He got no disagreement from the other three.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began kicking frantically as they all jumped on the bed and began groping her.
She screamed against the gag as they tore her nightgown from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was pinned down by them as they probed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
She felt an Uncut Hindu Penis shove up into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy and began thrashing about.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had allowed a couple Hindu boys to fuck her in high school.
But she told others that only her husband’s hands had explored her in full detail.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā reacted in horror to the experience going on now.
She was being sexually manhandled by four Hindu street punks, and one of them was Karosiā!
“I want her first.” Shankar Mahā Rudr yelled as he stood and removed his clothes.
Had it not been for the gag Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s shrieks might have been heard throughout the neighborhood when she saw the young man climbing between her legs with his stiff 8-inch Hindu erection.
He dropped between her legs and began kissing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
She felt him sucking and licking her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Clit and could feel it enlarge.
Then she felt her own juices begin flowing freely and she reddened from head to toe.
Once satisfied that she was wet enough Shankar Mahā Rudr climbed up.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to resist but was unable to move as he lowered himself onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
Her arms were pinned beneath her back and Shankar Mahā Rudr was firmly between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs.
She felt his Uncut Hindu Cock rub between her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy lips, easily gaining entrance against her will.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cried out in a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation as this Hindu punk become only the second person to put his Uncut Hindu Cock into her.
Shankar Mahā Rudr began ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock into her at will.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could not believe this was happening to her.
She had always guarded her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
Saved herself for marriage and committed herself to one man.
Shankar Mahā Rudr cared little for how Jamīlah Bū Pāshā might have felt.
All he knew was that he was getting revenge on this stuck-up extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch for all the women like her who have treated him like that.
Shankar Mahā Rudr knew that after tonight she would think twice before looking down on anyone else.
Shankar Mahā Rudr continued pounding her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy mercilessly, waiting for his moment of release.
Soon he could feel his Hindu balls tightening and knew that he would soon be cumming into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
“Jamīlah Bū Pāshā, Shankar Mahā Rudr gonna cum in you now!” He cried out.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to scream in protest.
She couldn’t bear the thought of him releasing his Hindu sperm into her.
What if she would get pregnant?
She couldn’t let that happen.
But there was nothing she could do.
Shooting deepest inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Never letting up until he could feel his Uncut Hindu Dick softening inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
“Come on, man. Let me at her.” Mohan Giridhar demanded as Shankar Mahā Rudr took his time dismounting Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
As soon as he was up, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to roll off the bed in hopes of escape only to be grabbed by Mohan Giridhar and forced back onto her back.
“You ain’t going anywhere, baby.” He said as he began unbuckling his pants.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā looked on in fear as his Hindu manhood came into view.
While not quite as long as Shankar Mahā Rudr’s, Mohan Giridhar was noticeably thicker.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gasped as she felt him filling her insides.
Mohan Giridhar buried his Uncut Hindu Cock into her, ramming her repeatedly with his Hindu tool.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was disgusted by the homely Hindu man grunting and slobbering over her.
As Mohan Giridhar pounded her, his cousin got down and began sucking her right nipple.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā fought back tears as she found herself raped for the second time in minutes.
Worse, she could feel her insides betraying her.
To her horror, she discovered that something inside her was beginning to tingle with a pleasure she never felt before.
But he was enjoying it too much and felt the Hindu cum rising in his Uncut Hindu Cock, ready to be released.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā saw the Hindu man above her begin to clench his jaw and knew that he was about ready to cum.
She tried thrusting her hips hoping to throw him off her before he came but there was no use.
As Mohan Giridhar got off her and his cousin climbed on Jamīlah Bū Pāshā saw Shankar Mahā Rudr and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī standing at the end of the room watching.
One of them had apparently visited the kitchen and had brought up several of her husband’s beers and a bottle of bourbon and the two men were drinking and toasting Mohan Giridhar’s orgasm.
As Vikram Āditý dropped his pants Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to prepare herself mentally for her third rape of the night.
Vikram Āditý was smaller and thinner than both of the other men who had already fucked her.
More like her husband was.
Vikram Āditý sank his Hindu shaft into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy and began fucking rapidly.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that at this rate he wouldn’t last long but got little relief from that fact.
For as soon as he began, she felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy beginning to tremble with extreme delight.
She cursed under her breath and silently begged her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body not to respond.
But her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy refused to listen.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy spasmed as the first wave or her orgasm shot through her.
She blushed in shame as she realized that the man above her knew that she was coming on his Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Shit, guys, she likes it!” He called out.
The thrill of having her climax under him was the final stimulation for Vikram Āditý and he released his own Hindu wad into Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān pussy.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay still as Vikram Āditý got off her.
She had just orgasmed to only the second man in her life.
And now she had given up on fighting.
At least she had until she saw Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī drop his pants and come stand before her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had hoped that the Hindu man would not take a turn with her.
And when she saw his massive 12-inch Uncut Hindu Cock springing forth from his pants she panicked.
She knew that she couldn’t take something that large in her without receiving permanent damage.
Her scream could be heard through her gag as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī mounted her.
He shoved his thick Hindu tool into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Making sure to let her see every inch sink slowly in.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s eyes bulged as he crammed the rest into her.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides were wracked with pain as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī rammed the last inch into her and began fucking the poor Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman .
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could not believe that he could have fit inside her.
In addition to his Hindu length, he must have been twice as thick as Mohan Giridhar.
As he fucked her she feared that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy would tear apart.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was enjoying shoving every inch into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman.
He leaned forward and began kissing her cheeks as he slammed home with every Hindu thrust.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā turned her head from side to side trying to avoid his Hindu mouth.
Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes bulged as she caught herself beginning to climax again.
She had never cum twice in one night before.
Her breath became short and quick as the giant Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy came closer and closer to putting her over the edge.
Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy exploded, her lips squeezed the Hindu shaft around her as she began moaning with surprise delight in what was her strongest orgasm ever.
As she was still cumming she felt the Hindu man above her begin to twinge.
Her orgasm ended as she realized that he was going to cum inside her.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī thrust harder as he began filling Jamīlah Bū Pāshā with his Hindu cum.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had just been raped by four Hindu men in her own bedroom.
Worse, she had somehow allowed herself to have two orgasms.
She thought nothing could be worse until she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes and saw Shankar Mahā Rudr standing there with her camcorder getting a close-up shot of her well-fucked pussy lips.
She had no idea when they had found it, but now they were using it to film her humiliation.
“Let’s have some more fun here.” Shankar Mahā Rudr said.
“Maybe we should leave.” Vikram Āditý said. “Before we get caught here.”
“Fuck that,” Shankar Mahā Rudr said. “This extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch is alone all weekend and everyone thinks she’s out of town. So who’s going to come by and catch us?”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could have died.
She had thought this was the end of it.
But somehow these guys knew that she was supposed to leave town in the morning.
Somehow these guys knew her.
And worse, they weren’t planning on leaving yet.
“Ungag her.” Shankar Mahā Rudr ordered.
Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý ripped the duct tape off of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s mouth and removed her panties.
She caught her first easy breath since her ordeal began.
“You want us to leave you alone, lady?” Shankar Mahā Rudr asked her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā nodded her head ‘yes’.
“Fine,” he said. “But first we need some assurance that you won’t call the cops on us.”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would agree to anything to get rid of them.
But she had no intention of calling the police.
She couldn’t live with the thought of her neighbors knowing that she had been brutally fucked by these Hindu punks who were useless in their own country India and came here to get their sustenance.
“All you have to do is suck each of our Uncut Hindu Cocks while we film you. Then if you tell anyone this tape will be sent to everyone on your street.”
“Fuck you!” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā shouted.
She had already suffered enough; there was no way she was going to let any man stick a filthy Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
“Very well then. We’ll stay here and fuck you all weekend. And we’re going to make you suck our Uncut Hindu Dicks anyway.” Shankar Mahā Rudr told her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cringed.
She knew that he would make good on his promise.
She realized that she was going to have to suck their Uncut Hindu Cocks one way or the other.
And she knew that they would repeatedly rape her and probably video tape the whole ordeal as well.
She swallowed hard and agreed to do it.
Mohan Giridhar untied her hands and sat on the side of her bed.
“On your knees, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch.” He ordered.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā dropped down to her knees and found herself facing his hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
She gulped hard as Mohan Giridhar grabbed her head and pulled it closer to him.
She refused to open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth at first.
Mohan Giridhar banged his Uncut Hindu Cock against her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.
She could see the camera focused on her and gave up, opening her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and allowing the first Uncut Hindu Cock in her life to enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
She closed her lips and began slowly moving her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth along his Hindu shaft.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā kept her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes closed afraid that she would begin crying if she opened them.
She wasn’t prepared for his Hindu orgasm.
Mohan Giridhar’s first Hindu blast caught her in the back of the throat.
The warm, salty, thick Hindu fluid filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
She tried to pull away but Mohan Giridhar held her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head tight, spewing his Hindu cum into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was forced to swallow to keep from choking on the Hindu sperm that continued to spout into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
When Mohan Giridhar finally pulled out, she leaned over and began coughing; only barely avoiding vomiting on the floor.
“My turn.” Shankar Mahā Rudr said as he handed the still rolling camera to Mohan Giridhar. “Make sure not to get any of our faces.”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and took him in and began sucking again. “Oh yeah, bet you really like having a poor Uncut Hindu Cock in that rich Turk Musalmān woman mouth of yours.” He taunted.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā couldn’t believe she was doing this.
But she decided to do her best to get these scoundrels to cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and leave.
She began working Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock as best she could, ignoring his degrading comments as she was forced to service him.
She could feel him beginning to cum but didn’t realize that he was going to slam forward.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock hit the back of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat just as his Hindu seed began filling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
She quickly swallowed as he spewed into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
He shot more than Mohan Giridhar had and some of it dribbled out of the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Shankar Mahā Rudr pulled out and Vikram Āditý stood over her.
She quickly began sucking her third Uncut Hindu Cock of the night.
But Vikram Āditý took her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head and began fucking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth much like he had fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Then just as he was ready to cum he pulled out and blasted her in the face with a thick stream of cum.
She saw the camera catching every moment of her humiliation as Vikram Āditý coated her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī then took her and made her lay on her back with her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head hanging over the edge of the bed.
She opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and took him into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth, wondering how she was going to open wide enough to take him.
Then he thrust forward, going a little further with each Hindu thrust.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gagged as his Uncut Hindu Cockhead began entering her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
She feared for her life, thinking that she would suffocate with his Uncut Hindu Cock buried in her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
But Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī just continued to fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth until he had most of his Hindu shaft in her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had heard the phrase ‘deep throat’ but never really understood it until now.
The Hindu man’s balls slapped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes as he fucked her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat, playing with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān tits as he did so.
She felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swelling even thicker, then felt his Hindu sperm shooting down her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
Finally, her ordeal was over.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay on the bed, her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat sore from her latest ordeal.
Drying cum on her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy still leaking Hindu cum mixed with her own Turk Musalmān female cum.
Her only response was laughter.
“Bu-but, you said…”
“We’re having too much fun to leave now.” Shankar Mahā Rudr told her as he downed the last of the beers.
With a demented look on his face, he walked over to the side of the bed.
“Make sure to get a close-up of this.” He instructed as he took his limp Uncut Hindu Dick and held it toward their captive. “Get up and suck me again.” He ordered.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā reluctantly rose and took his flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth expecting to be forced to suck him off again.
But that wasn’t what Shankar Mahā Rudr had in mind.
Instead he grabbed both sides of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head firmly and let loose with a stream of piss into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gagged and tried to open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth to expel the vile contents but Shankar Mahā Rudr ordered her to swallow or take all of their piss all night long.
She swallowed as much as she could but still had much of it running down her chin.
When he finished he pulled out and shot the last couple of squirts directly into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.
With his Uncut Hindu Cock growing hard once more, he forced Jamīlah Bū Pāshā to kneel on the bed.
“I think I’ll try that tight little stuck-up Turk Musalmān female ass now.” He said.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cried out and tried to move but Mohan Giridhar and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī grabbed her and held her in place.
Shankar Mahā Rudr took his Uncut Hindu Cock and shoved it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy a few times getting it wet, then pulled out and pressed his Uncut Hindu Cockhead against her tiny puckered opening.
“Allah Oh God, please no!” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged. “I’ve never done that!”
Her pleading only excited Shankar Mahā Rudr further.
She tried to resist but his Uncut Hindu Cock gradually broke through.
She cried out as he began gaining entrance.
She thrashed wildly as Shankar Mahā Rudr began humping her ass with delight. Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had never in her life imagined anything so vile and degrading happening to her like this. Shankar Mahā Rudr rode her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass relentlessly, reaching forward to pull and tug at her firm Turk Musalmān breast while he fucked.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā buried her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face into the pillow, more out of shame than anything else.
The pain was subsiding somewhat but she still felt extreme discomfort.
Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Hindu balls slapped against her upturned tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Cunt as he drove every Hindu inch into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole.
Then he unleashed his Hindu load deepest into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass.
When he pulled out Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt as if her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass was going to explode.
“Let’s sandwich her.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā heard one of the others say.
She had lost the ability to resist after being assfucked and presented no resistance as Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý grabbed her and moved her into the center of the bed.
Vikram Āditý forced her to straddle him and sit on his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Then she was held in place as Mohan Giridhar began forcing his Hindu meat into her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Butt.
With Mohan Giridhar’s added Hindu thickness came renewed pain as he began fucking her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole.
His Hindu thrust caused her to begin riding Vikram Āditý’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
She could feel the two Hindu prongs rubbing together with only a thin membrane of skin separating them.
While Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was being fucked Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī came around the side of the bed and thrust his massive Hindu tool into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face .
Forcing her to take him into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
All the while being videotaped.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt Vikram Āditý bucking his hips beneath her and realized that he was blowing his Hindu load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Then she felt Mohan Giridhar emptying himself into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female asshole as well just as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī began spewing into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī pulled out of her first.
Then Mohan Giridhar rose up, still with his Uncut Hindu Cock in her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass he lifted her off his cousin then forced her back onto her knees.
“Damn, now I got to piss.” He said.
Then he pinned her down and began flooding her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole with his piss.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā screamed as the warm fluid filled her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides, remaining corked by Mohan Giridhar’s thick Uncut Hindu Cock.
When he pulled out the contents of her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass flushed out all over her legs and the bed.
She lay on the bed shivering in disgust, then saw Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī stroking himself.
“Time for me to split that asshole apart.” He said.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā rolled to the side.
“Allah Oh God no! Please, not my ass, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī. You can fuck my pussy but please don’t put that horse-Uncut Hindu Cock up my ass.”
“Beg me for it and maybe I will.” He replied smiling.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā didn’t want to be fucked by him.
But she knew that she couldn’t take being fucked in the ass by someone as large as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was.
“Will you ride my big Uncut Hindu Cock?” He asked her.
“Yes, I want to ride it.” She continued. Knowing full well that her request was being recorded and would cast doubt on any attempts to claim she was raped.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī got on the bed and instructed Jamīlah Bū Pāshā to ride him.
She got on his lap and began shoving his Hindu monster Uncut Hindu Dick into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
She couldn’t believe that she was taking him in so easily.
Then she began riding for all she was worth.
She wanted to satisfy this Hindu man so that he wouldn’t want to fuck her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass.
Shankar Mahā Rudr came around and dropped his Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began sucking him as well.
Then she felt her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides stirring again.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s huge Uncut Hindu Cock as rubbing her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Clit and g-spot with every tremendous Hindu stroke.
She realized that she was going to have another orgasm.
She began riding wildly as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body gave in to the desire of cumming atop the Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began sucking Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock hungrily as she climaxed.
When her orgasm subsided, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā realized that the Uncut Hindu Cock inside her was only getting harder.
She had a long way to go and knew that she would come again and again before he did.
But she no longer cared.
She was being fulfilled in ways that she had never dreamed of.
When Shankar Mahā Rudr came in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged for someone else to take his place.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had another orgasm, then another before Mohan Giridhar spilled out in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Then she could feel Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s Uncut Hindu Cock coming to fruition.
When Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī exploded inside her, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā met him with her most powerful orgasm yet.
Then Jamīlah Bū Pāshā collapsed on the bed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā awoke the next day to find herself alone.
She quickly showered, then cleaned the bedroom.
Her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole and pussy ached but she couldn’t believe that she had enjoyed herself so much.
She skipped the mini-vacation, hoping that her visitors would show once more.
But none did.
When her husband returned home, he found a changed wife.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā took him into the bedroom and did things that she had never permitted before.
He didn’t know what happened to change his wife.
In truth, he didn’t care either.
At least not until several months later.
During his wife’s eighth month of her pregnancy someone at the hospital showed him a web site containing graphic pictures of a woman looking much like his wife being taken in every hole by four Hindu men whose faces had been blocked out.
He tried to deny it, but knew that this had to be Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
When confronted she claimed that someone must have dubbed her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face onto someone else’s body.
The pictures circulated throughout the neighborhood, and many bought Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s story.
Especially since few believed that, she could have such a nice body.
But her husband knew better.
Then Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gave birth, to a beautiful Indian Hindu baby son.
Her husband filed for divorce and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was forced to return to work.
Her reputation ruined.
She no longer looked down on Indian Hindus.
In fact, she began finding pleasure with many blue-collar Hindu men from then on.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā herself investigated and found the four Hindu scoundrels Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, Vikram Āditý and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.
They were smiling at her.
“What do you want?” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī smiled triumphantly.
“What do you think, you Hindu scoundrels?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled too, “Now everyone knows what we five are.”
“So?” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī smiled cunningly.
“Let’s live together.”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaat?” Shankar Mahā Rudr couldn’t believe Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
“Can’t believe?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā laughed.
“Well, you are a multi-millionaire. You are highly educated and we are under educated poor men.”
“I’ll teach you. You can handle my companies as directors. I’d guide you. But you all have to please me as you did.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled and winked at Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý.
“Hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled.
Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, and Vikram Āditý also yelled.
Then they, all the four plunged to Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
They undressed Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā undressed all the four of them.
All the five were laughing now cheerfully.
“Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī into my Turk Musalmān Pussy, Shankar Mahā Rudr into my Turk Musalmān female ass, Mohan Giridhar into my Turk Musalmān female mouth and Vikram Āditý in my hand, okay?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā announced.
“Okay.” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, and Vikram Āditý too announced cheerfully and started their new joyful life with Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
Yes, that was it.
They all the four were now Live in Relationship Partners of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was once more fucking Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
That was the appropriate place Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had decided for Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
Mohan Giridhar enjoyed her blowjob more while Vikram Āditý had more pride in getting her masturbation on his Uncut Hindu Prick.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā didn’t tell them she knew now everything about them.
Her decision to join my bed had solved her every problem forever.
Sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled,
“I could never imagine my own husband arranged it. My money has bought me more enemies than friends, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Jamīlah Bū Pāshā, he is a gay. He wanted to get rid of his husband’s responsibilities towards you.”
“Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Sidrah Aħmad say ‘of all the Uncut Hindu Pricks they have sucked ever, your Uncut Hindu Lund is the utmost tasty ever. Even your Hindu urine is the utmost tasty ever too.’ How right they are.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid
At the age of 49, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh felt that he had reached a certain degree of success in both his professional and personal life.
He had worked diligently throughout his academic and business careers to be in the position he now was.
He had put the failures of his past love life far behind him, and he was now going on his 14th year with this corporation.
Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh had provided his beautiful wife of 14 years with a beautiful 5-bedroom home in the burbs and all the luxuries that his six-figure salary could afford.
$ 9, 99, 999 was a nice salary.
Only one more dollar had put him in seven-figure salary slot.
Yes, he was not the multi zillionaire Durgesh.
It was said even most of Durgesh’s women were zillionaires.
Durgesh’s own younger brothers were also said to be zillionaires.
But there was also a rumor that they were Posthumans.
He was worried about his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
There were some medical expert friends of Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh.
“They are constantly having sex with a parahuman.”
“Stop it Dīdī.” Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh could not bear it any more.
He didn’t know Padminī Bhārgav personally.
Padminī Bhārgav was one of his Phūphī’s daughters.
He also had a relatively large nest egg saved from the first 12 and half years of his career following college. He had invested wisely.
For Muħammad, things were seemingly perfect.
His 38-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān extremely stunning wife, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, was a strikingly-beautiful blonde of 5′ 6″ and 122 lbs. with an impressive 34DD-23-35 figure.
She looked 10 years younger than her age, and still turned many heads.
Twenty eight years old that meant.
The only thing missing in her life was a child, which Muħammad was unable to provide.
But, he was optimistic that this could still happen someday, and everything else was going well.
Things hadn’t always gone so smoothly for the tall, timid and noticeably “geeky” Muħammad.
Throughout high school, he was never successful with the girls, dating no more than once or twice.
He noticed that he was not alone who was unsuccessful with the girls.
Once he overheard his parents talking,
“Nonsense.” His Ammī admonished his Abbū, “I know you doubt that Muħammad is not your son.”
“I can’t blame you, Āmnah.”
Muħammad was startled.
His Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, was not his real father?
Then who was?
His Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, went on to say,
“After we Musalmīn, the Brāhmañs are not brilliant enough not to demand impractical morals from their women. That’s why the Brāhmañ Beauties crave for Bachhalyās. The Savarñās prefer more practical Shūdr, Dalit, Hindus.”
Muħammad’s Ammī, Saiyadah Āmnah, smiled triumphantly,
Muħammad’s Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, was suddenly all alert,
“I didn’t say that.” Saiyadah Āmnah smiled sympathetically, “Sorry, I can’t give you that relief.”
“Muħammad’s real father is Shrīkānt Joshī, the Commissioner of Police?”
“I had to do it, Åbdullah Hāshmī. He had every proof that you are involved in terrorism.”
“That’s a rotten lie.” Åbdullah Hāshmī said furiously.
“Can you deny that Saůūdī Årab is not interested in spreading Islam in India?”
“Not through terrorism.”
“How do you know?”***
She was all praise for me too.
Yet there was nobody who ever even suspected my Poshumanity, or to be correct to the precision, my Parahumanity.
There were too many evidences that I was not a normal human being.
I was a multi zillionaire and so many persons suspected that I was actually the ever-richest man in the entire human history until now.
“Yes, please, what can I do for you?”
Padminī Bhārgav smiled.
She had studied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan adroitly.
“I don’t think it would be good to any of us to talk here.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled.
They believed in Satītv and Pātivratý more than they believed in their religion or anything else.
“What are you doing here?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly,
Padminī Bhārgav kept smiling,
“Bājī, do I look that stupid?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
She watched Padminī Bhārgav with almost infinite appreciation,
“No. You are one of the shrewdest Brāhmañ Beauties I always appreciated.”
“Thank you, Bājī. I am honored.”
“Why did you come here?”
“I need your help and patronizing, Bājī.”
“Here? In this homewhen?”
“That’s why I had to come here. You can understand, Bājī.”
“Is Ammī Nafīsah Salmān, Ummil Åālmīn, Kħadījah Al Kubrah?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,
“Yes and no.”
“I couldn’t understand, Bājī.”
“Acknowledge your defeat?”
“Bājī, you are always too smart for me.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “I’m ashamed of myself for it.”
“Don’t be. We don’t have any conflicting interests. Do we?”
“Hell, never.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled confidently.
“Somewhat, yes, Bājī. Fully, no. Sorry.”
“One day you also would be a Parahuman.”
“I hope so, Bājī, thank you.”
Padminī Bhārgav smiled,
“How did you know?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,
Padminī Bhārgav laughed too.
“You are right, Bājī. But why is it so?”
Volume 2: Kħātūn-e-Jannat
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Åli Muħammad Satyarthi
I am Åbdullah and 35 years of age.
I am a decent Saåūdī Årab Musalmān male.
My wife Saiyadah Āmnah is 29 and she is 8 months pregnant for the first time.
Due to her stage of pregnancy, she had extremely BIG, DARK and MILKY NIPPLES, which are white as her milk and big just like hanging watermelons.
Unlike most women in pregnancy, she had got a very high sexual urge but I am not able to fuck her, as I feared that it would harm my child in her and cause her pain.
One day after talking to our neighbor’s wife, she informed me that our neighbor Durgesh has fucked his numerous Musalmān wives, and the wives of other Musalmeen too, during their pregnancy period also.
He was extremely handsome, confident, proud of his unique legendary Hindu sexual prowess and arrogant somewhat.
I was in dilemma and asked her what I should do.
Saiyadah Āmnah, my greedy sexy wife, told me to call Durgesh at our place and ask him how he satisfies his Musalmān wives’ and the wives of other Musalmeen, pregnant pussies.
“Āmnah,” I said, “control yourself, Yār. I’m only 35. You are only 29. How can I ask a 60 yrs old Hindu, old enough to be my father, to tell me such a thing?”
Saiyadah Āmnah was too enthusiastic to surrender.
“I’ve thought out every thing.”
I was extremely disappointed,
“Oh, not again—”
“Do you know, Åli Muħammad Satyarthi?”
“Åli Muħammad Satyarthi? Nonsense! He is Åli Mahimvat Satyarthi.”
“Fātimah says ‘Mahimvat’ is a distortion of ‘Muħammad’.”
“Now, don’t try to be a linguist, lillah!”
Saiyadah Āmnah smiled.
I looked at her.
Irrespective of her pregnancy, my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah was still extremely beautiful.
My penis had stood up already.
I wondered why I couldn’t fuck her.
The only thing I needed to fuck her was my erection.
And I’m still having it.
“I don’t need to be. Fātimah is already.”
I was angry somewhat now,
“I’d asked you not to get attached to her.”
Saiyadah Āmnah was hurt,
“What do you mean? She is my friend, Åbdullah.”
“And she has raped her father in law.”
“Well, Durgesh is NOT her father in law.” Saiyadah Āmnah flared.
“Why not? Isn’t she Åli Muħammad Satyarthi’s wife?”
“Yes, but Åli cannot satisfy her sexually.”
“It’s what she says.”
“OK. Tell me what Åli says.”
“He is not impotent. Even Durgesh is not speaking with his daughter in law, Fātimah Åli Muħammad.”
“And you think,Durgesh is right?”
“And you think, Fātimah Åli Muħammad is right?”
“Fātimah Åli Muħammad has raped Durgesh, her father in law.”
“Åli could not quench the fire between her legs. What else could she do?”
“Are you yourself planning to rape Durgesh?”I shouted.
Saiyadah Āmnah winked at me,
“Not a bad idea, Åbdullah darling.”
Horrified, as per her instructions, I rang Durgesh up and asked him to come down my place without telling him about the matter was.
Durgesh came to my place without being aware of his good luck.
We both were shy at first but then gathered courage and asked him about his efficient fucking to pregnant women.
Durgesh replied that it could not be told orally, but if it was in real, then we could understand.
He bravely proposed me that if my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah agreed, then he could teach us how to do it as it was only my wife that was pregnant there.
Due to her high sexual urge, my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, greedily agreed without taking even any approval from me.
We both took her to bed and Durgesh ordered me to remove Saiyadah Āmnah’s Shalwar.
I felt myself grossly humiliated.
She lay on bed.
Durgesh picked up her kurta and stroked her panty lightly.
He was looking at some signs of wetness.
He then took off my wife’s panty.
Even though she was pregnant, the panty had a moist patch on it.
First time, I saw a woman having dress on her upper part but with her lower part naked.
He asked my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, to remove all his clothes.
She removed Durgesh’s T-shirt, pant and his underwear, as quickly as possible.
She was so hot, just like a bitch in heat.
Now Durgesh was totally naked.
Low moans escaped her mouth, as she could not control herself despite even me being there.
Durgesh ordered me to take off Saiyadah Āmnah’s kurta and bra.
My slut wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, liked all of it.
The dirty Tongue of the Hindu Stud touched the Lips of my fair Musalmān wife.
The Arrogant Hindu Stud created a sensation in her as he placed his palms on her nipples and nibbled on her areolas which were swollen by now due to his caressing.
My wife allowed me to Drink Her Baby’s first Milk from her milk pot.
My extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old was totally naked now in front of a 60 yrs old Hindu to greet his Uncut Hindu Penis into her young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh took out his Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was very much larger and thicker than my own cut Musalmān Cock.
Seeing this Uncut Hindu Cock, my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, told 60 yrs old Durgesh, to go slow as it will pain her.
But as Durgesh was a great master at fucking Muslim Beauties, he knew just how to go about.
He then rolled her over, all the while not letting her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy slide off his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Then Durgesh began fucking my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, again, both panting and grunting as the bed bounced in time with their thrusts and Saiyadah Āmnah’s head just barely missed hitting the bed as Durgesh pounded her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hard and deepest.
Durgesh fucked my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, mercilessly in front of me.
To my great surprise, I felt excited and masturbated myself, instead of getting angry by seeing my wife having sex with someone else in our own marital bed.
Durgesh started using foul words like IMPOTENT, CUCKOLD etc to her about me.
The tip of his uncircumcised Uncut Hindu Cock touched the head of my child into it’s Musalmān mother’s pregnant Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
My unchaste Musalmān Pregnant wife was really laughing as she got struck many times on her baby’s head into her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān love-hole by an Uncut Hindu Cock.
She even forgot about taking care of her 8 months child as she was in seventh heaven during the inter religious sex.
My wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, had her eyes closed during the entire intercourse.
At the time of fucking, my wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, was totally senseless.
The 60 yrs old, Hindu was performing miracles, even her 35 yrs old Musalmān husband could not even dream to.
Her hair were totally disarranged and rolled on her face with sweat due to vigorous movement during sex encounter.
My wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, just enjoyed her legendary dream pleasure with little pain.
My wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, only 29 yrs old, reached at wonderful orgasm several times, on a 60 yrs old Uncut Hindu Lund.
it was easily recognizable that he was ready to cum at any moment.
He knew sperm might harm our baby, yet he was experienced enough not to harm our child still then.
They ended up with a nice laugh.
Durgesh twisted her erected nipples and left the room.
I was little bit worried if any harm is occurred by that Hindu beast to our baby or not but the baby was born without any complications.
Jāko rākhé sāiyān mār sake na koý!
Allah térā lākh shukr hai.
My wife gave birth twin children.
The elder was an extremely beautiful girl, and the younger was my everfirst SON.
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