D.P. Choohā Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām
Sitting at the table with her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was amused by their comments about her bikini.
Sure, she’d done some things with impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, but She’d never done anything with boys.
“But Bājī, Ammījān says Durgesh is sixty two.”
“Because Ammījān wants to please Durgesh, idiot.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī teasingly.
“Don’t you yourself want to please Durgesh too, Bajjo?”
“Of course, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, of course. But my own way. Durgesh is an incurable polygamist. He has done the impossible.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
She deliberately changed the subject.
She knew her Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī Bājī was only three years elder to her, but she was so obsessed with Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire that it was the ever-favorite subject of discussion she almost always indulged to.
“Yes, of course, why do you ask?”
“Yes, but actually what do you want to say, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled patiently to her elder sister.
“Yes, they have the same father, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.”
“Haven’t you noticed ever? They have exactly identical names for their five daughters.”
“Isn’t it awkward somewhat?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But then why not Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan too?”
“Because her own name is Āsiyah Jahāngīr. Stupid. It’s as simple as that.”***
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had certainly given her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, no reason to suspect she was beaming around.
As far as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, I had also never given them any reason to think I was taking some special interest on her, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t done anything to encourage me.
At least Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t thought so, and after overhearing my talk with Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, it was obvious that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was barely even a girl in my eyes.
If anything, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, seemed to pay more attention to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī than I ever had.
For the most part, I usually ignored her; otherwise, I became flustered and agitated when we were together.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, just always seemed to be happy and smiling whenever I was with Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
He was busy for campaigning for his own parliamentary seat.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was shocked when his sources informed him,
“The High Command has decided not to give tickets to Musalmān males this for a change in such a large number as it was given in the previous election.”
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was startled,
“Well, I can’t change my sex now, Humā Aħmad.”
Humā Aħmad smiled at Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“I know, but you can promote ashvinātam marriages and love affairs, can’t you?”
“Of course, Humā Aħmad, of course. I’ve already done it always.”
“Yes, but in most of those cases the Hindus were Congresspersons.”
“The High Command thinks we have hurt the emotions of Hindus very much this time.”
“Well, I myself had said that so many times. It was not good to act against Hindu Saints when they were fighting for national cause.”
“You mean Baba Rāmdév?”
“Of course, why not?”
“He was campaigning against Congress and UPA government.”
“Well, wasn’t it his right as a citizen of India? We have acted blindly and provided fuel to the fire against us.”
Humā Aħmad controlled herself patiently.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was not actually a Congress Person in Congress.
Neither Congress nor its foreign masters wanted it ever.
East India Company lost its political power to then British Crown.
The British Crown had learnt its lesson from the grand failure of East India Company.
By never making the slightest fuss over anything Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wore, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I even liked to get Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd’s goat a little.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was fairly sure I wouldn’t have cared had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ran around naked.
I might’ve even gotten a kick out of it, especially if everyone would’ve freaked out.
Resuming our conversation, I said,
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, honey, I think all your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, is trying to say is that you’re no longer a little girl, so you may want to be careful regarding not only what you show but to whom you show it. You’re a very beautiful young Musalmān woman now, and it’d be hard to blame me or any of your friends for noticing.”
That made Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, laugh.
“Noticing? Honey, it’d be hard to blame them for camping outside Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bedroom window just to sing her love songs! Dear, look at her. It’s a wonder your friends aren’t begging us to let them sleep over every night. Would you blame them? I sure wouldn’t.”
When I came home and walked into the kitchen, I knew right away that something unusual was going on.
“Why is everybody sitting at the table in the middle of the day? What’s up?” I asked, smiling.
“Oh, nothing much. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, just wanted to have a talk with me about my bikini; specifically, how it’s liable to ignite raging teenage hormones, like the ones you and my friends apparently had,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, chuckled, and Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, nearly had an aneurysm, she laughed so hard.
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Young lady, that’s your own Hindu lover you’re talking to! Be gentle with him!”
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī shared another chuckle.
She kicked me beneath the table.
I just gave them all a blank look impishly.
“Huh? What about her hormones? Why are you guys talking about the hormones? What’d Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī do?”
“Nothing, sweetie, nothing,” said Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, “You’re fine. You didn’t do anything, and we weren’t talking about your hormones. That’s just your stepdaughter trying to be funny.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me.
“We were talking about you and my bikini, though. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, apparently thinks this bikini isn’t appropriate to wear around you and her friends.”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, gave me a huge grin.
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, don’t make your friends come over there and paddle your pretty little bottom. You know good and well I never uttered a single word about your bikini being inappropriate to wear when you’re with them. I said no such thing, you big fibber.”
After returning her grin with a “Gotcha!” smile of her own, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned back to me.
“Okay, true, she didn’t say that, not exactly, but she did say even the girls are liable to go crazy just from seeing me in this bikini.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, a smug smirk.
She shot me a defiant grin.
“Yes, I did say that. I stand by it, too. They are all liable to go crazy from seeing you in that bikini.”
“Isn’t that the same one you wore with us just the other day?” asked I.
“Uh-huh,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, grinning at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, who totally rolled her eyes at me.
“You always wear that suit, don’t you? What’s the big deal?” I added, looking at Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, then at her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, too.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave her an even smugger grin.
With a smirk, she stuck her tongue out at me, which made me laugh.
She laughed also, and then turned to me.
“Sweetie, that’s really not what we were talking about. That was just a small comment I made. Forget I ever mentioned it.”
She turned back to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“Baby, you have my complete blessing to wear or even not wear whatever you want around this house. When our men finally do go crazy from watching you running around here naked, I don’t want to hear a single complaint from anyone. You can all just deal with it on your own, okay?”
“Fine by me,” I said.
“Honey, what are you talking about? Has anyone ever complained to you about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bikini or any of her other skimpy things, not to mention some of the outrageously sexy items you’ve been known to wear around this house? Has she complained? Had you? I don’t think so,” grinned Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, stuck her tongue out at me again, which made me laugh even harder.
While softly squeezing her hand, she said,
“Just for the record, I wasn’t complaining either. I was merely showing concern for my daughter’s modesty.” She gave me a big, mischievous grin. “I was also thinking about the fragile psyches and tightening crotches of only you horniest Hindu. Anyway, baby, that wasn’t why your Abbū and I called you in here to talk.”
“So, okay, other than my scandalous bikini, what did you want to talk about? You never did tell me.”
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, cleared his throat.
“Yes, sweetie, as much as your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I would love to continue this discussion of how ‘hot’ you look, no, that’s not why we called you in to talk. Durgesh, I’m glad you’re here. You need to hear this too.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, grabbing a seat next to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at the table.
“I’m afraid I’ve got a bit of good news and a bit of bad news, and it directly concerns you both.”
“Let me hear the good news first. The good news never sounds very good, not after you’ve heard the bad news,” I said.
Looking at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then me, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, sighed.
“Durgesh, you know how you’ve been wanting to stay here in Kansas to be with your extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends?”
“Yeah…” I said, alert absolutely.
“Well, it looks like you’re going to get your wish. The job transfers to UCLA that your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I had lined up fell through, so we’re not moving to California. We had to stay here in Kansas, so you’re good to go with your all your friends, kiddo.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was crushed.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew who was getting the bad news.
Just like always, a ‘talk’ meant Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would hear something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t going to like.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked up at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and the disappointment on her face was obviously clear as day.
“That’s right, honey, we’re not moving to California,” Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, said.
“So no UCLA for me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, glumly.
I smiled and took her hands.
“Honey, now I didn’t say that, did me?”
Her heart leapt in her chest.
“But…how? What do you mean? If we don’t move, how do I still go to California?”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, placed her hands on top of ours.
“Honey, we know how much you want to go to California. That’s always been your dream. Just because your Abbū and I can’t come too, that doesn’t mean we’re going to keep you here. If you want to go, then go. Nothing needs to change with your plans, other than we won’t be there with you. Sweetie, you can still go to UCLA.”
“Where would I live, though?”
Our plan had been for us all to live together in a house we were going to rent from a friend of Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s.
“You’ll just have to get your own place. You could live in the dorms, or maybe we’ll see about finding you an apartment near the campus. One way or the other, we’ll work something out,” said Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“Maybe you could find a place to share with someone,” added I.
“How would I do that, without having anywhere to stay until I found a place?”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, chimed in, turning to Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“As pretty as she is, I’m not entirely comfortable with our daughter driving across the country all by herself. I’m also not thrilled with the idea of her being alone in L.A. without a safe place already set up for her. I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen.”
When I spoke up again, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I surprised them all.
“Yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that could be really bad. You know what? This sucks. I mean, sure, I’m glad I get to stay here with my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Now that we can’t go, though, I’m a little worried that you’re going alone. You get to do a roadie to Cali! How cool is that? Then you get to go apartment hunting in L.A.? Eīshān, that would be awesome. Still, it’s not safe. A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you can’t show up in L.A. with nowhere to stay but a motel or a youth hostel. That’s just asking for trouble. Maybe that’s okay for some skeeze like Axl Rose, but it’s not okay for you. No way.”
Stunned, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just stared at me.
Besides my genuine concern for her, I also seemed truly excited about the idea of going to California.
An idea hit me, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just blurted it out.
“Ammī? Abbū? Why don’t we have Durgesh drive with me and stay with me, at least until & find a safe place? That way I don’t go alone, and he gets to see his Musalmān girlfriends in California too. When I’m settled in somewhere, he could fly home. I’d be back in plenty of time for University, so why not? It might be fun, and it’ll definitely be good for us. It would give us some bonding time, like one last adventure together before I’m off to University. Durgesh already barely knows I’m alive. Once I’m gone, he may forget that he even has a Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as his potential Live in Relationship Partner. I’ll come home for the holidays, and he’ll be all like, ‘Who’s this weird chick at our dinner table?'”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kicked me, and I laughed,
“Yeah, right! Look who’s talking! Once you’re out in Cali, you’ll probably big-time all of us! You won’t even want to admit you had any family back in Hicksville, Kansas. Moment you meet your first surfer dude, we’ll never hear from you again.” I turned to her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “You guys just wait and see. She’s gonna be the one to forget about us, long before we forget about her.”
“Nobody’s forgetting about anyone in this family,” said her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then she turned to her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “Honey, I think that’s a great idea, don’t you? Let’s have Durgesh drive out with her. After all, Durgesh is not only my Hindu lover living here with us to provide masculine love to me only as being old you can’t provide it to me anymore. Durgesh is Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Hindu lover as well. This could be like their summer vacation, and I’ll feel a whole lot better about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s safety if I know her Hindu lover himself is looking after her.”
Grinning, Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, leaned over to squeeze my biceps.
“I know I can count on my big, strong Hindu man to keep my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl safe.”
I looked determinedly at them both.
“I won’t let anyone hurt my stepdaughter and my lover.”
I pulled Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī on my lap.
Even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t deny the fact that his twenty-eight years old daughter made a perfect couple with me.
He was watching clearly that my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Penis was rock hard and seeking its place between the gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, beamed proudly at Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, who appeared deep in thought.
After a few Moments, he finally seemed to come to a decision.
“Spending that much time on your own together, do you two think you could manage not to kill each other? During most of the trip, you will have no one else to talk to, and that’s a long drive. You’ll also be sharing motel rooms, and probably an apartment too. I don’t know whether you can handle it. If you could, yes, I think I like the idea. In addition to giving you two sometime to be together, it would also give me a little ‘quality time’ with my blushing bride, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd alone. No offense, Durgesh. You enjoy your new young Musalmān love, my daughter Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and let me enjoy my old love, my wife Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.”
“None taken,” I smiled, making a ‘Ewwww!’ face over the idea of Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, getting frisky.
“Hey, smart Hindu Penis, what’s so bad about us having some fun, huh? We’re not dead, you know,” laughed Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.
I just kept smiling.
Then I turned to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
“Whaddya think, you big jerk? Can we manage not to kill each other indulging in wild savage sex nonstop infinitely?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī winked at me,
“Sex is the ultimate poem of love, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It’s life. It’s never death for us Musalmān Beauties and you Hindu Sukr’ts.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī responded me more eagerly.
I stared at Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, waiting.
She tried to hold my hands in, but the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth began to quiver, until she couldn’t keep it in anymore.
She started giggling, then totally fell apart laughing.
Getting up in a huff, I did my best Hindu impression, exclaiming,
“Man, screw you guys! I’m going home!” Then I turned and bailed on them.
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, was still laughing.
“Oh, c’mon, I’m sorry, dear! Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī believes you! Really, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī does!”
I turned back to give her a little smirk before bailing for good.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, was still laughing too.
“You guys are cruel. Just downright cruel. Poor Hindu Sexy man, even your own Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, teases me about internet porn. And you, Durgesh’s new young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner, you’re going to need to keep a constant eye on Durgesh during this trip. You’re a lot more mature than he is, you know. Also, you’ve at least gone away on weekend outings and things. You need to keep Durgesh out of trouble from prospective fortune hunter horny Musalmān Beauties, if you really want to enjoy your entire life with Durgesh the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Probably even more than Durgesh needs to look after you. Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire too, never forget. He is infamous for his extraordinary interest in having sex with Musalmān Beauties. The greedy Musalmān husbands, fathers, brothers do deliberately use their extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies, if they are really beautiful, to have some share, as the most as they can, in his utmost abundant money spread everywhere on the globe.”
I watched Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently.
I never thought he was so vigilant about the security of my money.
But I was wrong perhaps.
“I see.” I’d watched him carefully.
“All my multi million dollars even now can’t return my youth and active manhood on bed. It’s useless, Durgesh, my dear friend.”
“Well,” I responded Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gravely, “you certainly haven’t come to me to confess your idiosyncrasies.”
“I want your sincere friendship, at least from now on. Let’s forget what we did in the past. Let’s start afresh now.”
I kept watching Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently,
“I was never your enemy, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Your houseladies were themselves falling for me for sex and money. It was unfortunate you blamed me for it.”
He offered his right hand to me.
“Okay.” I accepted his hand, “You still are a Congressman. Let’s see how far away we can go together.”
“Well, you respect Najmul Ħasan, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I support Najmul Ħasan now openly politically, socially, in every way.” ***
“I will, Abbū. I meant what I said. She’d like for us to spend some time together as Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, getting to know one another again. We barely even see each other anymore. She’d like for us to reconnect a little, before it’s too late. Pretty soon here, if I don’t do something about it, I won’t want to have anything at all to do with her.”
Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, took Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī by hand.
“Honey, I think you’re misreading your Hindu lover. Durgesh loves you. He thinks the world of you. Durgesh knows you’re alive, and he’ll miss you when you’re gone.” Her expression becoming much more serious, she crossed her fingers in Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s. “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, as your Ammī, please believe me when I tell you this: I’m not as oblivious as you may think. Your Hindu lover most definitely has been noticing that you’re a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl …a very beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. Don’t let all my bluffing fool you. That innocent song and dance of mine? ‘Isn’t that the same bikini you wore the other day?’ Baby, that was a bunch of baloney.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, was simply nodding while looking right through me.
“Durgesh notices you, sweetie. Where you’re concerned, he doesn’t miss a thing. You two just be careful out there.”
“I will, Abbū.” Still sitting on my warm Hindu male lap, and enjoying my still growing harder Uncut Hindu Penis between her magnificent Musalmān buttocks Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī promised, “ I’ll be careful with Durgesh. I mean, we will. I promise we’ll be careful.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t quite sure what she was promising to be careful about, because I couldn’t tell what her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, really meant.
It almost felt like I was hinting at something deeper.***
Lying on her bed, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was reading a magazine and getting ready to go to sleep when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard I do my usual triple-knock on her door.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī called for me to come on in.
While I was only wearing boxers, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī only had on some tiny, light blue panties and an old, cut-off ‘Rock Chalk Jayhawk’ tank top.
That’s about as much as either one of us would ever wear to bed during the heat of a dustbowl summer.
I was of same age as she was, twenty-eight, in her opinion.
Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought she was three years older to me and behaved accordingly.
So did Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
Moreover, so did even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too, though he knew very well, it couldn’t be the truth.
I was surrounded with the Musalmān Beauties and their relatives who behaved with me accordingly.
The environment surrounding me was so electrifying and captivating that even I had started now forgetting that I was sixty-two actually.
Even I had started to respond and behave with them as if I was myself twenty-eight indeed.
I went and sat on her bed, next to where Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay on her stomach.
“Can we talk for a minute?”
“Sure, darling, why not? What’s up?” Turning towards me, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lowered her head into her arms.
“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just wanted to thank you for suggesting to your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that I come with you. You didn’t have to do that, and I never would’ve expected it. That was super cool of you.”
Looking up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a sudden rush of affection for her utmost efficient, utmost successful, Hindu lover.
I was actually a really good guy in her opinion.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always knew that, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was feeling a little sad about it.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī realized she’d been just as guilty as I was, in terms of ignoring each other somewhat.
The way we’d drifted apart, it was at least equally her fault; probably more.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave me a warm smile.
“Durgesh darling, you know I love you. I’m sorry for teasing you, too. Of course, I want you to come with me. I meant what I said. I want us to have some time together, before we both grow up too much. I think it’ll be awesome to take this trip with you, and I’m just glad you’re willing to go. Until you piped up there in the kitchen, I never would’ve guessed that you’d want to spend even ten minutes alone with me, much less join me on a roadie to California.”
“Seriously? Do you really think Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī; I wouldn’t want to spend even ten minutes alone with you? If that’s how you feel, then I’m truly sorry. That’s definitely, not how I feel, and I don’t want you thinking that crap. Yeah, it sounds like we need to get started on some serious fence mending. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you should never think I don’t want us to hang out together.”
I actually put my hand on her, in the middle of her back.
“Besides,” I grinned, “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I have it on good authority that if I do go, I’ll get to enjoy all sorts of ‘quality time’ with the single hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān chick in the whole University.”
“Oh, really? Well, I had it on good authority that you won’t even notice me, not unless Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī dyes her hair blonde and get a boob job all the way up to double F. I’m not your type, and I’m just your boring, invisible stepdaughter anyway, though we are of same age. It’s a fact you preferred my Ammījān on me. Didn’t you?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled through her long hair.
I’d been doing the lightest of small circles in the centre of her back, and then my hand froze.
“Who told you that?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought about lying to me, but something told her that it was time to be honest with her honest Hindu lover.
“I overheard you and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī the other day in the kitchen. You said you’re basically blind to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and that she’d need to be blonde, with ginormous Musalmān boobs, before you’d even notice me.”
“Well then, if you heard that, you also heard what Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said about you.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
“Yes, I did. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī admitted it was nice to hear, since Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī don’t have any experience with boys, but—”
“Yes…but. It was nice to hear, but it was sadder to hear that I’m invisible to you, and that’s all I could ever be. You can’t even see me as a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. She’d hate to had to wear a wig and get some crazy boob job just so her own Hindu lover will know she’s alive.”
“Come on, if you heard all that, then you also heard me admit to Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī that I couldn’t come up with a single thing about you that isn’t perfect, and that includes your boobs.”
“You said they could be bigger.”
“‘The bigger the better,’ I said, yes, but you know I was joking. You have, umm…Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, c’mon, you have great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān boobs, my darling. You know you do. Everyone knows you do. They are not even medium, much less small. You have big boobs, and they are absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t touch your boobs.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about! That just sucks. You say they are perfect, yet you wouldn’t even touch them,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī continued grinning. Finally, she blushed.
“No! Not like that! Of course, I’d touch your great enticing Musalmān boobs! Wait…. Damn it, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was beaming.
Once I understood, I began to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Big Musalmān Boobs. Look, we both know that as pretty as you are, you’re completely out of her league. I could never land a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you. Eīshān, you’re the most popular cheerleader! Even I recognize that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl can’t get much hotter than being the hottest cheerleader. Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said you look exactly like Nigār Sultānah, and yeah, I guess you really do. C’mon, she was like the most smokin’ hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in Bollywood, and you look just like her, only you’re even better.”
“Because Iī have no tattoos, and I’m not a total raving bitch,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
“You’re not conceited either, plus you’re hella sweet. You also have bigger, better tits, and an even hotter Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass. I said all that too, and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī agreed, remember?”
“Yes, I remember,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, smiling softly.
My hand was moving over the middle of her back again.
“Mmmm, that feels good.”
I pulled it away.
“What are you doing? I said it feels good! ‘Feels good’ doesn’t mean ‘stop doing it,’ silly. Put that hand right back where it was.”
Tentatively, since we’d called attention to it, I returned my hand to her glamorous back.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned her head, and…Oh, crap.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī froze, and I felt her sudden change.
Before Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could look away, I followed her gaze to…
She’d left her closet door open about a foot, and there it was, leaning against the back wall.
Had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī not frozen up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī probably could’ve blown it off.
Instead, my Hindu loverly intuition instantly kicked in, allowing me to recognize that I was seeing something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want me to see.
Feeling mischievous, apparently, I quickly jumped up and went to her closet.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī moaned, covering her head with a pillow. “No, no, no,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī groaned into the bed, kicking her feet up and down.
I’d jumped back onto the bed, all full of attitude.
“What’s this, huh? ‘The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl with the most perfect, awesome, Spankable ass ever!’ Does my dear, sweet Musalmān stepdaughter has her own perverted secret?”
Jumping off the bed, I held the trophy over my head and began doing this totally vivacious victory dance.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing at my antics, and even beginning to get over her embarrassment.
Since I was laughing too, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī figured that would be the end of it.
That’s when things suddenly became immensely worse.
‘Okay, Allah, Lord, go ahead, take me now. Put me out of my misery…please!’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, covering her head with two pillows.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want a single scintilla of light to be able to reach her, nor a hint of sound.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just wanted to be swallowed whole, right then and there.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a thump-thump-thump being drummed on her butt, with the left cheek receiving the heavier thumping.
I was singing that old song by Divinyls, “WAĦĪDAH SALĀĦUDDĪN AYYŪBĪ Touch Herself,” and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t even need to look up to know I was drumming on her butt with my Uncut Hindu Lund that had brought out of my underwear.
We both were nude now.
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally poked her head out from beneath the pillows to grin sheepishly at me.
Of course, I was thoroughly delighted.
In fact, that might’ve been the happiest and downright goofiest she’d ever seen me.
“You cannot tell a single soul about this. You have to promise me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, trying to be serious, yet giggling nonetheless.
“Tell a single soul about which thing? That you have the most Spankable Musalmān butt among your entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends? Well, I’m not interested in spanking it. I’d fuck this absolutely gorgeous Musalmān ass too, you have.”
Her innocent Musalmān eyes were suddenly widened,
“Allah, no, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I doubt I can survive your great Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān ass.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled again,
Allah, yā Allah!
Was Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ever enjoying herself?
“Fine!” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned. “Enjoy your little victory. I’d just lie here and be fucked by you, until you get it out of your system. Just so you know, though, I had no idea about that trophy, not until the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls sprung it on me. It was part of their surprise going-away party for me.”
Calming down, I finally started to fuck Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī passionately, enjoying it very much, on the bed.
“Going-away party? When was this?”
Well, it was what Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī herself was dying for.
“I wanted to fuck you right in the morning, darling. But you were not in your suite.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled too.
“I’d gone to visit D.P. Choohā uncle. You know, his daughter is my friend.”
“It’s not good, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.” I said gravely, “I’ve told you so many times. We should never lower to the extent some of the ever shameless Congressmen have lowered themselves.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s perfect melodic voice was suddenly very curt.
I watched her prudently and said rather in a somewhat softened voice,
“Neither am I, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Please don’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan so blindly in everything. Please stop calling me Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām and please stop calling Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh D.P. Choohā.”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me teasingly.
“I’ve told you so many times myself Durgesh. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t given Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh now his famous name among Musalmīn and most of the intelligent persons D.P. Choohā.”
“I know but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has approved it. Didn’t she?”
Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled impishly.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan
I was the only man in Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s family.
They were all extremely beautiful, rich, educated properly and well sophisticated.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their Ammī.
Yet, even at her forty eight, she had successfully maintained her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body so perfectly that no one thought of her as an Ammī of six brilliant smart young daughters.
Even after being told properly, everyone thought Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their elder sister, aged thirty only.
Yes, but true.
They started to call Āsiyah Jahāngīr ‘Bājī’ even to tease their Ammījān.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr scolded them, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it secretly.
Yes, Āsiyah Jahāngīr was not a Pakistani originally.
Her Ammī married a Pakistani, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr was Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr’s daughter.
She was born when her Ammī was in Saůūdī Årab.
Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr was raised and educated in Saůūdī Årab.
Only her citizenship and name was Pakistani.
Even her husband was an Indian, and not only Indian, a great patriot of India that always criticized Pakistan for fighting against India.
He was an Indian to the extent even the Hindus were not.
Najmul Ħasan was most revered by Hindus.
Alas, the communal Musalmīn were his critics, however.
I appreciated him.
Her Indian husband Najmul Ħasan had, however, divorced Āsiyah Jahāngīr, shortly after her six daughters were born.
Najmul Ħasan wanted a son of his own.
He had requested me to replace him for all practical purposes but his Ammī still used to compel him to have his own son.
“You are right, son.” His Ammī had agreed with him, “Even then, never forget, even Ħuzūrs had to marry his adopted son’s wife, Zaynabrza. Allah knows better, Najmul Ħasan. We are only playthings in His hands.”
Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter was 34 years younger than I was.
The ages came down two years at a time.
In order of oldest to youngest they were:
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, at 28 years old.
She had shoulder length hair, dyed deep red, and a set of breasts that anyone would love to have, really firm and big.
She was fit and always at the gym to keep her tight body at its best.
She was really outgoing and loud, but had never found the right guy.
Right guy in Musalmīn?
She laughed ironically.
‘Most uneducated/under educated fools’, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan spat at them.
The morons thought, ‘Ultra-Modern Scientific Education’ was against Islam.
Therefore, they hated and avoided it deliberately.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was the next at 26 years old.
She had very dark shoulder length hair and her breasts were a little smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s but still a great size.
She too went down to the gym a lot and was just as fit as her older sister was.
She was the shyer of the sisters but still had no problem with going out.
Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was next, 24 years old with long blonde hair.
Her breasts were big size and in addition to that, she had the most perfect legs also, one could imagine, long and sleek.
She was the fittest of the lot due to the fact she danced a lot and hoped one day to go professional.
She was the flirt of the gang, never one to back away from anything or anyone.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was next.
22 years old, exactly forty years younger to me.
She too was blonde, but her hair was shorter than Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s.
Her breasts were also very large, only just smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s.
Again, like her sisters, she was a gym freak and was in really good shape.
She was sort of in between the personalities, neither really shy nor flirtatious.
Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan was next at 20 years old.
She had hair like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, really dark, but much longer.
Her breasts were big and she had a wonderful habit of only wearing tight fitting tops.
She never went to the gym, but was just naturally blessed with a perfect figure that all the others were jealous of.
She was one of the outgoing gang who stuck together a lot more than the others.
Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was the youngest, only 18 years old.
She had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and she had great breasts that sat on a thin, but excellent body.
She went to the gym like the others and it showed on her.
She had a perfect hourglass figure and a really tight Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, she was a bit shy.
All of them were extremely busy now campaigning for their Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s National Assembly seat.
What a coincidence!
India was also campaigning nowadays for its 2012 Midterm Parliamentary Elections.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice came into my ears as she made her way into the living room dressed in a tight-fitting, white, cotton T-shirt and tight jeans.
“Hi Durgesh. Good day planned?”
“Nope, you?” I asked back.
“Just the same as always, gym then TV.”
I looked at the clock, 9:00 AM and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was already off to the gym.
“You are crazy you know that, don’t you?” I said, smiling, as Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter grabbed her gym bag and packed her stuff into it.
“What do you mean crazy? I’m just err… focused.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled back at me before looking at the bright sun outside.
“Look Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, anyone who goes to the gym at 9:00 AM is crazy. I run for 20 mins at 11:00 AM then again at 4:00 PM and that’s plenty for me.” I said shaking my head.
“Well Durgesh darling,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she moved over to stand right behind me.
All of them invariably called me ‘Durgesh darling’ to tease me at least if nothing else for.
They suspected I’d already replaced their Abbū in their Ammī’s life.
They could not believe Āsiyah Jahāngīr never surrendered to me.
And I allowed her not to surrender to me?
I was obsessed with fucking each and every Musalmān Beauty available to me.
She disapproved the fact that her ex-husband had constructed a trust to monitor her financial activities with me as the Chairman of the trust.
Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr was fourteen years younger than I was.
All of them were ultra-modern, smart, Musalmān young ladies, thoroughly immersed in Western Culture.
“Maybe if you did come to the gym with me you wouldn’t be soooooo…. fat.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as she leaned down and gave my ear a little lick.
She refused to respect my age.
“Sixteen years younger than even you are?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her Ammī incredulously.
“Yes, I have verified his electoral record in India even.”
“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said in mock anger at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan who smiled and nodded teasingly at me before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.
“I’ll be gone for about 2 hours. Ammī and the others are still in bed. So be quiet, will you? They had a bad night. See you later.”
“Yea see ya.” I said.
An hour later, it was Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan who was the next to show her face.
“Hi, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I saw her walk into the room.
“Hi Durgesh darling. Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gone already?” She asked.
“Yes, my dear.”
“I don’t know how she and the others do it, do you?”
“No idea.” I said watching TV.
“I mean, I never go to the gym and look at me, I’m fine.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan said pointing out the obvious to her knowing Durgesh darling.
“Hi you two.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan came walking in past her sister, sat on the sofa next to me and grabbed the remote from me.
“Hi.” Both Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and I said together.
Soon all the young Pakistani Musalmān women were up and rushing around the house.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan all quickly rushed off to the gym after breakfast leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, their Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and me in the house.
Being Saturday, none was at work and, as usual, the house would be hectic with all eight coming in and out of rooms at irregular intervals.
For Saturdays they had other arrangements for the campaigning that didn’t require their presence personally.
When the whole family was together, they sat around the TV with their dinner.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan , their ever thirty Ammī, always looking eighteen years younger than she actually was, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and I sat on the sofa, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the chair next to us.
Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were all on the floor.
It was their favorite place, when eating or watching TV.
Currently they were doing both.
When they were all finished Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and took everyone’s plates into the kitchen putting them in the sink, to be washed later by house cleaners, before returning to her seat.
“That was great Ammī, really nice.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, to which all the others agreed.
“Thanks, I do my best.” Āsiyah Jahāngīr said to her kids.
It was so nice that they had all stayed with her when normally they would have flown to their nests, their rooms that is.
The house, they lived in, was a nice size.
It had three large bedrooms, an attic conversion, a big kitchen, a large living room and a big garden.
The bedrooms had been divided up between the girls with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sharing one room and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sharing another.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr had one to herself and I had the attic all to myself, whenever I stayed there.
According to the settlement and the Trust Provisions, the house and the business both belonged to the Trust, not to them.
None of them could dissolve the Trust without my express agreement to it.
“Durgesh must have really fucked your Grand Ammī.” their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had taunted Najmul Ħasan, her ex-husband.
All of them laughed openly.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan chuckled.
All of them laughed again.
“Durgesh must really enjoying Dādī Ammī’s sixty years old ever tight Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan winked, “He claims he is sixty two, two years older than even our great Kħātūn, Dādī Ammī, Fāzilah Taymūr.”
Once again, all of them laughed.
Highly Westernized Taymūr family hated every taboo Western Culture ridiculed.
It was amazing every one of them was still One Man Woman.
“Well it was excellent Āsiyah, but, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the loo.” I said getting up and heading for the stairs.
“I admonished you, Durgesh,” their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr addressed me curtly; “my eldest daughter is twenty eight. You are only four years elder to her. You must have some respect for me.”
“Are you crazy?” I was stern suddenly.
“You must call me ‘Ammī’ too, as my daughters do.”
“Ammī?” I interjected ironically, “Even your daughters call you ‘Bājī’.”
“Well, I’m forty eight, not thirty as the people think of me erroneously.”
“Well, I’m also sixty two, not thirty two as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to prove me legally. She can deceive everyone but not me ever.” I said curtly.
“Ammī, Dādī Ammī Zindābād.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan laughed, “What a great lady, yaar, really. A young man of thirty two claims to be sixty two, only to prove he is older than her. He is her suitable Live in relationship Partner.”
It was futile to argue with them.
I walked out of there.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ walk out the room.
She waited until I had gone upstairs before excusing herself and following.
I opened the bathroom door and walked straight into Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter.
“Oh, sorry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I didn’t see you there.” I said, apologetically, as I stepped past her.
With the tight space between us, I had to squeeze past Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
She did not attempt to move out of my way, causing me to brush roughly against her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks against my Hindu loins.
And, smiled at me wickedly, teasing me.
I grabbed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, as if accidentally and thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund between her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, almost penetrating her excellent gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
“Thank you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan whispered to me, seductively, “you really sixty two?”
“What do you think, my sweetheart?”
“Thirty two at least. You are excellent between my buttocks. I invariably enjoy you very much there. The excellent Hindu hardness I’m enjoying between my buttocks can’t be of any hell sixty two.”
“You are not alone.”
“I see. All of us six?”
I only smiled as if not commenting on her inquiry, keeping the secrets the secrets.
“That’s a hard thing to do.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, smiling, and pressing backwards a little bit, into her ‘Durgesh darling’.
“What is?” I asked as I finally got past my voluptuous Pakistani Musalmān plaything.
I stood on the top of the staircase and looked at her for the answer.
“To miss me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled, showing and licking her canine teeth like a vampire would before biting a victim’s neck.
The only difference was that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not after my neck.
She was after my Uncut Hindu Lund as her other sisters were.
I smiled back and shook my head as I walked down the stairs.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what is she doing?” I thought as I reached the bottom step and opened the door to the kitchen.
Back at the top Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was leaning against the door to her bedroom thinking about her ‘Durgesh darling’.
She didn’t know why, but recently I had been having a real effect on her.
But not the sort a brother should have on his sister.
Brother Sisters, hell.
Even father daughters, hell, if I was really sixty-two as I claimed to be, yet no one believed ever.
Not even Āsiyah Jahāngīr, their ever thirty Ammī.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not born yesterday.
She has read everyone’s eyes deeply.
She was as confident as she could be.
His Uncut Hindu Lund can’t be sixty-two years old ever.
He must be thirty two at least.
How bold this Hindu young man is.
Never ashamed of anything drastic between them.
He enjoyed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass into his Hindu male lap more, than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had enjoyed his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund between her ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.
Soon all the girls had dispersed.
Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan were up in their bedroom, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were in Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom, and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was out at the gym.
I was up in my room listening to my CD’s when Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan came marching in.
I didn’t hear her enter as I had on a pair of headphones and loud music.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked up behind me and kneeled down.
Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts were just behind my head about an inch away.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ slowly nodding my head to the Indian music that was playing in my ears.
I pushed my face right into them, inadvertently.
But I equally quickly, pulled back and away, teasing her.
How cautious the Hindu scoundrel is, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan bit her lower lip. ‘Almost winking at her’, not in open even now.
Could it be that I didn’t know I pushed my ass deliberately in his scoundrel Hindu lap?
He wants me to plead with him.
He would never show he understands.
The perfect Hindu rascal.
“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so close to you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan cooed meekly, as she moved her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts around under her top rearranging their positions until she was satisfied with them.
She looked up to see me watching her.
Not seeing she had looked, I carried on until she moaned slightly.
This brought a shrewd, cunning, smile to my face as I realized she had caught me.
Never ashamed of, never ashamed of himself.
He can’t be sixty two.
The scoundrel is more astute in this game than even she had thought.
He is constantly winning.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had always been close to me, maybe more so than with her sisters.
After all, I was the shrewdest.
Abbū, Najmul Ħasan, had divorced soon after Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was born.
So they had had no male influences in their life to talk to.
I was rather isolated in the family, as far as to any male company at all.
They all had to use me without another option at all, if anyone of them needed any romantic interludes and male companionship whatsoever.
And they all actually did in their own individual way.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had taken over as a sort of surrogate parent when she was 14, since their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, was 30 when she had her and now had seven kids to look after.
She needed help.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was more than pleased to take some responsibility in their looking after.
Thus, she allowed Āsiyah Jahāngīr to go off to work.
After all, the multimillion businesses also needed some attention.
Āsiyah Jahāngīr alone couldn’t manage it efficiently.
Not much had changed now that they had all grown up.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, not having outside work very much, mostly stayed at home and looked after the place, mostly, after her immensely needed business activities.
Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a hairdressing Supervisor, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was a Reception Expert, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was a Departmental Store Owner, and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were at University.
I had to manage and supervise overall, even over their ever thirty Ammījān, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, of course.
It was needed legally according to the Trust Deed.
My extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said they made plenty enough for them, to live on as long as we made sure the house was clean, controlling entire household staff, ladies staff of course, without any exception, when they came home.
Naturally, we agreed and the arrangement was made.
It brought Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and me closer than to the rest of the young ladies.
And it brought both of us to the mischiefs we were doing when we found alone each other.
“So what are you listening to then?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her still not embarrassed ‘Hindu scoundrel’.
I was shamelessly not trying to cover my growing Hindu erection, even under my hands.
How can she discipline this Hindu rascal?
His Hindu erection is so prominent.
And the rascal doesn’t fuck her still now despite her so many advances to express that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is available to him for as much sex as he wants with her.
“Nothing much. Did you want something?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘no’ and leave.
Unfortunately, she didn’t.
The Sālī was, perhaps, deliberately determined now to do some mischief herself, whatsoever it maybe.
“Yes, actually, I did. Could you give me a hand with the washing up please? That’s our job, remember?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said while putting her hand on me.
On my crotch, acting as if innocently unaware of it.
“Sure, just wait a few minutes will you?” I said slowly trying to push her hand away from my crotch.
“Durgesh, come on, Ammī said we need to get it done now.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lied.
What had actually happened was that their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said it needed doing before they went to bed, but Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was desperate to get her ‘Durgesh darling’ to stand up my Hindu erection intact.
On deliberate mischief, of course.
“OK, I’m coming.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Luckily, I had stalled long enough to get my boner down.
Standing I turned off my CD player and turned to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who was almost visibly disappointed that my Hindu erection was gone now.
It was not easy for her that she was twenty eight and still a virgin.
Why should be she?
Durgesh is only four years elder than her.
He is the perfect Live in relationship Partner for her too as well as he was for her ever-young Dādī Ammī.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had deliberately pushed her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu lap.
She wanted me erect.
“Shall we?” I asked walking past my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and followed close behind me.
Once downstairs we got to supervise the maidservants working on the dishes.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan kept getting little glances of her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her impressive breasts, causing her to start to get hot and push out her chest slightly more every time I looked.
I wouldn’t cough, but try not to look at them.
But my eyes were drawn to her and she knew it.
I was the sexiest person Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had ever known
What a sexy man.
What a sexy man.
Yet, she smiled to herself on her victory.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now really hot and her tight cotton knickers were starting to get wet as she continually teased her Durgesh darling.
Finally, she thought it was time to give me a real show I wouldn’t forget.
Dropping a fork to the back of the sink, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan quickly leaned over the sink of soapy water to grab it.
Not being the tallest person in the world and having such huge breasts, she pressed them into the water making sure they were covered about halfway up the cotton T-shirt.
It, as one can imagine, became almost see-through instantly.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had a quick look at me.
Smiling Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wiggled it at me and that snapped me out of it.
Realizing I had an erection, I sat on a nearby chair to supervise finishing the drying.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched me sit and knew the reason.
She then pulled herself back from the water and stood up straight.
“Yā Allaaaaah!!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan exclaimed loudly, causing me deliberately to look up quickly at her.
My eyes met with the sight of her massive breasts half showing through her soaked top, her nipples hard with little droplets of water falling from each.
“What happened?” I asked almost smiling suavely at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood hands on hips in front of me.
“I must have dropped them into the water when I leaned in for the fork. Allah! Look at me.” she said as she cupped her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and pressed them together for her ‘Durgesh darling’s enjoyment.
“Oh wow. You better go, get changed. I’ll supervise them finish drying these, up you go.” I said as I admired my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan nodded but didn’t move from the spot.
How could she?
It marred the very purpose of all the exercise she was doing so laboriously.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan just slowly rubbed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts a little more obviously at me and watched my reaction or, should I say, my Uncut Hindu Lund’s reaction.
She watched as it throbbed underneath my tracksuit pants.
Realizing my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was watching me; I teasingly covered myself and crossed my legs, my face going extremely mischievous once more.
I watched Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s every seductive move before composing myself and ordering to finish the drying quickly.
After they had finished it, I made my way upstairs to check on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
Secretly I wanted to see if she had changed yet.
I arrived at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s door that was left slightly open.
Poking my head around, I saw my tremendously attractive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood facing me with just a small pair of white cotton knickers on that were cut into a V high over her hips and tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, they resembled a thong in design, and some long white stockings.
I smiled shrewdly, as I saw her massive breasts on display to me like this.
They looked big when she had on a tight top, but loose they were even better.
She had high firm breasts, a full DD cup at least, with no sag at all.
Just like the sort, one sees on porn actresses when they have had repeated augmentation surgery and enlargements, but hers were natural.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen with large nipples that just fitted her size perfectly.
I shot back to reality when I heard Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan say something to me.
Not knowing what it was, I just answered,
“Yes it’s finished.”
I was deliberately, shamelessly, was NOT looking away from her.
Why should I?
I was not proposing to her.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself was offering her to me, so desperately, so frantically.
If there was anyone to be ashamed of, it was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself.
“Great, but I didn’t ask that. What I asked was: DO YOU LIKE THE VIEW?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan repeated the question slowly and deliberately.
It was as if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t care that her ‘Durgesh darling’ had just walked in on her with no top on.
Of course, she didn’t.
“Err…….. Hhmmmm.” I was smiling confident for an answer.
“Well?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pressed, not attempting to cover herself from view.
“I’m sorry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I thought you had changed.” I apologized sophisticatedly, as I took a shameless glance to see if she was covered yet.
Well, she wasn’t.
Neither she wanted to, I think.
“It’s ok, I don’t really mind you know. You are my Hindu brother, or at least my Hindu father even if I accept your utmost absurd claim about your utmost exaggerated age; and that makes me feel safe with you. So don’t be embarrassed, my dear.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan tried to reassure her ‘Durgesh darling’.
I took her words in and looked back briefly before turning away again.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan thought it was cute that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was not embarrassed to see her like this.
This was what she wanted, what she desired, what she craved for.
Walking over behind me, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan placed her hands around me pressing her massive breasts into my back and her thin cotton knickers into my ass cheeks.
They were about the same height so she gave my neck a little kiss and began dropping her hands down towards my Hindu crotch.
Realizing what she was doing, I teasingly moved away from her, sauntered out of the room smiling sophisticatedly, and up to my, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard the door lock.
She grabbed the door to her room and slowly closed it.
At the same time, I sat on my bed.
My heart was pounding.
A thousand questions were running through my head.
I lay back and tried to make sense of the situation.
It had been 2 days since the bedroom incident involving Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.
I had done my best to avoid her, but now the others were at work and University.
So we were all alone together in the house.
“Durgesh, we have to talk or something. We have to get over this.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s soft voice came through her ‘Durgesh darling’s door.
I tried to ignore it.
“Durgesh, you know I’m not going away. Just open the door please, and we’ll sort this all out.”
I apprehensively unlocked the door to my room and slid it open slightly, just enough to peak out.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood there facing the door, hands on hips, a thin, white, cotton T-shirt covering her perfect body and a pair of stonewashed jeans wrapped around her long toned legs.
The light from the bright sun reflected her features immaculately.
“Come on Durgesh darling, just open the door.” She asked me sweetly.
Her voice, however, was not making me shudder.
I opened the door realizing it completely.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked in and over to her ‘Durgesh darling’s single bed, positioned at the far end of the room, her trainers making the floor boards squeak as she crossed them.
I closed the door, not wanting to look back at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she went by me and to my bed.
“What do you want Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, still not looking at her, just at the white door in front of me.
“To talk Durgesh. We really need to get things out in the open, don’t you think?”
“Well, I’m not sure there is anything to get out really.”
“Bullshit Durgesh, you know there is.”
“What, uuumm, what is there to get out exactly?” I asked slightly angrily as I turned and looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything for the first time.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees together, leaning back in a stream of sunlight coming through the window, highlighting her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, with shadows and light.
“The way we feel maybe? Why you have been avoiding me so much lately is another one.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shot back leaning forwards off the bed making her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts fall over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body casting it in shadow.
“I…I don’t know what you mean.” I said gravely as I took a long look at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
My Uncut Hindu Lund, to my regret, starting to harden as I saw her leaning off my bed.
“You know exactly what I mean Durgesh darling. You have been avoiding me for the last two days, since we were in my room. So why?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, flicking her hair from her face and leaning back again pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts out again.
“I..I.” I looked for something to say but even I couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I’m just careful about seeing you, that’s all. I didn’t know how you’d react.”
This was not a very convincing story.
True, in part, but not convincing and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew it.
“Durgesh, that’s not all of it, is it?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she opened her legs slightly more, giving her ‘Durgesh darling’ a better view at the crotch of her jeans.
“Yes.” I said gravely as Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter sat in a more erotic pose only 10 feet away.
The damnfools criticized me I never left even my stepdaughters.
The fact was my stepdaughters themselves never left me without fucking me.
Even if I avoided them, they either raped me or fucked me deceitfully when I was sleeping.
Some of them even drugged me to fuck me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.
“What about when I came up behind you and pressed into your back? Were you embarrassed then? Cuz you sauntered out fast.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not going to let me get away without a proper talk.
“Yes I was.” I admitted quietly raising my head.
“Why did you saunter off Durgesh ?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was enjoying this now.
She could see her ‘Durgesh darling’ was being broken down by her pose and questions.
She was finally getting somewhere with me.
I stayed silent, looking straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
“Durgesh, Durgesh darling, just tell me, will you? We need to get things out. I have a few things I want to say, but I need to know a few things first. So, please, just tell me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said in her sweetest, most sincere voice.
This broke me completely.
“Okay, I really liked it when you pressed into me and liked it even more when you rubbed your hands down my body, but you’re my hero’s daughter. There are not so many great Musalmīn, even on the globe, as your Abbū is. I respect your great father very much. We shouldn’t do anything like that, without his express permission.” I said gravely, looking at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything again.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had opened her legs even wider and brought one knee up, resting her foot on the bed.
“Is that all or is there something else you’d like to tell me? The truth perhaps?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she wrapped her arms around her raised leg pulling it to her massive chest and getting a cute little girl look in her eyes, which melted her ‘Durgesh darling’ .
“No, the reason I sauntered off is, I’m not really used to such circumstances with my respected Musalmīn’s girls. It’s one thing to play with the houseladies of scoundrel Musalmīn. But it’s quite another thing to play with the daughters of the great Musalmīn I respect very much. I played with you to some extent but it’s going beyond my morals now. I’m sorry.” I admitted gravely.
I didn’t want to say these things, but my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything seemed to have some sort of spell on me.
She was getting everything out of me and even I could do nothing about it.
She was my role model’s, Najmul Ħasan’s daughter after all.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was almost shocked at my admission.
She had never thought I was so much respectful to her Abbū.
“You don’t want to play with me anymore because you think it would disgrace my Abbū, you respect very much?”
“Yes.” I confirmed her statement gravely.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan almost shot off the bed she sat up fully so fast.
“But I thought you would have, at least once.” It was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s turn to look for words.
I just shook my head “no” looking up straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now sitting with her legs dangling off of the bed, her thighs wide apart and her hands between them holding the bed sheets.
“But you’ve had countless Musalmān girlfriends, right?” she asked curiously.
I again said gravely,
“Yes, of course.”
“Would you cheat them ever?”
“Certainly not.” I was even angry somewhat on the question.
“But most of the men do sometimes.”
“I’m not responsible for what the others do.”
“Are you not responsible even for the houseladies of the great Musalmīn, you respect so much?”
“Of course I am, but—”
“But you want to throw them to the wolves.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled ironically, “And that’s your kind of respect you pay to the great Musalmīn, you respect so much. Great. The houseladies of the unworthy Musalmīn are safe with you, and the houseladies of the worthy Musalmīn have to face the scoundrels of the society. You certainly respect great Musalmīn, very much. Bravo.”
I could not answer her.
She had attacked on my morals successfully.
I was not prepared for it.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned forward more.
I was staring at her sexy body.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rising as she spoke to me.
“I can’t believe that Durgesh darling. You haven’t thought of it.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said smiling as she saw a slight bulge appear in her ‘Durgesh darling’s pants.
“It’s true. I never thought in this way.”
“I can’t blame you. But shouldn’t have you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled.
“Yes, I think I should have, but—”
“Durgesh, remember when I said I wanted to tell you something? Well, I’m going to now, ok. Don’t freak out, please.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan swallowed, she had never had a problem saying what was on her mind, but what she was about to say had her really nervous.
“Go on.” I said, wondering what she wanted to say.
“Well, I really like you.” she said and threw me a timid smile.
“I like you too. So what?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my face showing I didn’t get her meaning.
“No Durgesh darling, I REALLY like you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan put emphasis on the word as she said it.
I knew what my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was saying.
She LIKED me.
“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, you… don’t know what you’re saying.” I was grave again at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s words.
I ran my hand through my hair gravely, still taking in the words, fully.
“I know what I’m saying perfectly Durgesh. I want you. I have since I was fifteen only.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got off the bed and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’.
I backed away from her advance.
“We have thirty four years age difference still there. When you were fifteen, I was forty-nine already. Have you thought it ever?”
“No, there isn’t thirty four years age difference between us. You are only thirty-two now, only four years elder to me. We make a perfect couple, even if only the age is there to be considered of.”
“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously as she pinned me against the door that I had walked back into, trapping my body between hers and the hard cold wood.
“Giving you what we both want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned her head to her ‘Durgesh darling’s and lightly placed her lips on mine.
She closed her eyes and traced little kisses along her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.
Making only minimal contact with my skin she let her tongue slide over my lips before bringing her hands to my face and holding my head still as she moved her head back away from my face.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan opened her eyes slowly and looked for a reaction from me.
I was still indecisive at what had happened.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and rubbed her hands over my hair before placing them around my neck bringing her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tight to mine.
I could feel my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breasts squashing against me.
Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin materials we both wore, into my chest, making my Uncut Hindu Lund harder than ever.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what are you doing?” I said, the best I could.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth was on mine again, only this time she had opened her lips and was pressing her tongue into my mouth, swirling it as I spoke.
A light slap hit my right cheek.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s tongue was licking the farthest part of my mouth now and coaxing mine into moving into hers.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan broke the almost everlasting kiss first.
Resting her arms on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders she looked deep into my eyes, the dark red of her hair falling over her face making a sexy contrast and to the paleness of her face.
“No talking when we kiss.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she flicked her head to move the hair from her face.
I acted, as I was hers now, that kiss had sealed the deal as far as I was concerned, I wanted her now.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan needed me very much.
I shouldn’t infuriate her now.
There is no fury in hell like a woman scorned.
Don’t stretch anything to the extent it breaks.
All the rest could wait.
First things first.
Let Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan do now what she wanted to.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew, what I wanted to, she wanted the same thing.
She pulled her hands off my shoulders and slid them down my chest and to the top of my jeans, pulling my belt towards her.
I followed, my crotch pressed into hers.
For the first time, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt the bulge touch her, sending little waves up her spine, causing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot to become drenched, soaking her knickers.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pushed me back against the door once more, and then swung them around so it was she who was against the door.
“Take off your clothes.” she said sweetly.
I just looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously.
This was my first time with her and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Do it!” she said more firmly.
I pulled my top off before slowly pulling down my jeans.
Standing back up I looked at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my briefs tented out from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“All!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan exclaimed looking at my constantly throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled gravely before grabbing the waistband and pulling them down to the floor before stepping out of them and standing back up to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, naked.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stepped forward and put her hands around her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck.
Pressing her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body close to my, she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund angle up against her stomach.
It was so erotic for her as she felt it pulse through her T-shirt.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stepped back and turned her ‘Durgesh darling’ around before pushing me to the bed.
Turning me back around, she sat me down on the bed and looked down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was stood about 6 inches up, twitching in anticipation at what was to come.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.
Grabbing it, she immediately pulled it over her head, throwing it to the floor.
Standing before her ‘Durgesh darling’ naked from the waist up made her heart beat faster than ever, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was wetter than ever.
I watched mesmerized by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings’ massive breasts.
They were so firm and her nipples were so hard.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shook her upper body to make her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts wiggle and that brought a moan from her.
Acting quickly Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan undid her jeans and slid them and her knickers down her sexy legs before kicking them off and standing back up to let her ‘Durgesh darling’ get a good look at her tight wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I stared at her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body taking in every little detail.
The tiny freckles that were on her stomach and the little tuft of brown hair that stood above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could wait no longer.
She leaned forward and pushed me back so I sat in the middle of the bed now.
Placing her legs on the bed, she crawled on the bed with me.
Standing, she placed one leg on each side of her ‘Durgesh darling’s body, and started to sit down until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was just above my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She looked into my eyes as she sat down feeling my Uncut Hindu Lund slide deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
Stretching her legs as she went down more she got her ‘Durgesh darling’ fully in her.
Her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass was resting on my Hindu thighs as she listened to me moan.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lifted her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up so my Uncut Hindu Lund was out by 3 inches then slid back down, making me moan out loudly from my first experience of her.
Smiling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan continued her movements tightening her inner muscles to grip her ‘Durgesh darling’ tight as she felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot every little vain on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan slid her hands and arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back for support as she moved up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Bringing her mouth to my, she started kissing me all over the face, pressing her tongue into my mouth every time he moaned out.
I, as the utmost experienced I was, was more than willing to follow her lead and soon began to move my Hindu pelvis in time with her to give her extra support and take a little of the strain off her thighs and legs.
I also started to kiss her back, sliding my tongue around on hers as we moved, as one.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was starting to moan, too, as her pleasure built.
She lay her head back letting her hair fall over her shoulders and pressing out her massive breasts, which I took no time in moving to.
I kissed her breasts.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she first felt my lips on her sensitive breast.
she brought her head back forwards but made sure to keep her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pushed out for her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was loving the sensual up and down strokes from
my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she sped up her movements on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I stopped kissing my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breast and looked back up at her.
She smiled and brought her face to mine for a long, drawn out kiss, before flicking her hair away and hugging me tight to her, pressing her breast into me again as she rubbed her head against mine and slowed her thrust slightly to make the feeling last longer for us both.
I was getting uncomfortable with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on my thighs so I carefully lifted her and knelt up.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan followed me and made sure I was right before continuing to slide up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The new position was much better for us both.
I was kneeling, leaning back on my thighs, with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan ‘s legs wide apart on either side of me, resting on the bed, making it much less of a struggle to push her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.
Now she increased the pace.
“Ooooohhhhhh aaaahhhh” she moaned as she felt My Uncut Hindu Lund slide out of her until just the head was left in then thrusting back down all the way taking the wet Hindu meat back inside her red-hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
I was caressing her back and shoulders as she became more violent with her wild Musalmān movements.
Pressing her mouth to mine again in a passionate ashvinātam kiss before falling onto her hands that she put down on the bed to stop her falling completely onto her back and risk hurting her ‘Durgesh darling’ .
“Ooooohhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaahhhh yessssss!!!” she moaned as she continued sliding her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot deep and hard.
In this position, she had once more pushed out her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
I took full advantage and began stroking my palms across the smooth skin and hard nipples.
Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth opened wide as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands on her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
The new sensation caused her to grind harder on my Uncut Hindu Lund and throw her hair around wildly.
Pushing up again, she quickly moved her hands off the bed and around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back holding me tight for support as she felt herself begin to fall backwards.
She held me so tight and moved forwards so fast, my Uncut Hindu Lund thrust into her farther than ever before making her scream out in orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah yessssssss!!! Hhhmmmmmmm!!!”Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan screamed as her juices flowed all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund and thighs, onto the sheets of my bed.
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