KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 21

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Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī

Durgesh Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī had gone to bed around ten and was now pretending to be asleep as she heard her husband, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, come stomping into the bedroom.

She had successfully convinced Imām Muħammad Yåqūb to shift to USA.

Guiding and supporting him constantly now Senator Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī made her husband Imām Muħammad Yåqūb too a Senator now.

A rare case.

She made Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb to support Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club blindly.

In this way she successfully won her granddaughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s blind support to Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was all praise for her grand Abbū.

As soon as President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln, made her residential entrance to the White House, she gave green signal to the Senatorship of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘immensely credible’ grand Abbū, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.

President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln,  knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had made her entrance in the White House possible.

The widely spread members of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad etcetera had created an uproar against the Presidential candidate who fought against President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln.

As if entire American Musalmān Beauties  were members of at least one of these four international movements led by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan successfully.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī made her husband, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, to support Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln blindly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all her four movements Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad supported Jacqueline Lincoln blindly.

Trying to make sure that her breathing was steady and even, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī listened to him move around to his side of the bed, dropping his clothes onto the end of bed and finally flouncing down onto the bed.

Then, with an angry flick, he turned the light off.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī could sense the anger in Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb as she lay unmoving on her side of the bed.

Why did he hate sex all the time, anyway?

Was it fair?

Men always seemed obsessed by sex from puberty until death, yet in women the fires burned lower and lower as they aged.

Why couldn’t their sex drives be the same and the exasperation that led to all this anger wouldn’t be there?

Why he would probably never do it if she would let him.

Allah, Goodness, it had only been…when had the last time been?

When had they last made love?

Then as her mind slowly tripped back over the days and nights, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī realized that it had been a week and a half since they had done it.

Allah, yā Allah! Oh, for goodness sake, she scolded herself, how could it have been that long ago?

That can’t be right, why it seems like it was only yesterday.

She let her mind retrace the nights of television and days of social events, the teas, the canasta games, and all the other functions that she endlessly attended to occupy her time.

Yes, it had been a week and a half.

It had been that Wednesday night that Durgesh spent the night with his friend, Amīnah Iltutmish.

Allah, God, it still seemed only a couple of night ago.

Maybe, maybe I ought to roll over and…

Just then, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī heard the soft, wheeze from Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s side of the bed and she knew that he was asleep.

As usual, she had waited too long and now he was gone for the night.

Well, I will just have to wake him up in the morning with a surprise, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī told herself as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī finally found herself waking up.

As the fuzz of sleep disappeared, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī remembered what she had planned for Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.

Murmuring, she stretched and yawned before she slowly rolled over.

She felt a sudden wave of depression wash over her.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb wasn’t there.

Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, she saw that it was already eight-thirty.

No wonder he was gone.

On Saturday’s he left for work at seven-thirty.

But, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb only worked until noon.

Maybe I could meet him down at work and we could have a nooner.

Allah, Goodness, I can’t remember the last time we did anything like that.

Maybe that’s what I need to put some of the spice back in our sex-life. Maybe, if I started doing things like that, I might want to do it more often and make every thing better.

It is worth a try, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought.

Then, slowly from the core of her womanhood, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī felt that delicious tickle of desire that was so illusive.

Allah, Oh, goodness, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled to herself as the urge began to grow.

Just the thought of doing something wild and crazy was adding fuel to the tiny little spark of excitement.

Why, I haven’t felt like this in ages, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī told herself, throwing the covers off.

Smiling wickedly, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī slowly ran her hands down her beautiful female Musalmān body, pausing for a moment to cup her big, droopy breasts and toy with her hardening nipples.

As Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī played with the big, rubbery paps, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī felt the tickle of anticipation tingle all the way down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Damn, why didn’t I think of this earlier, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself, letting her hands slowly wander down over her smoothly rounded belly to the mat of curly brown hair covering her ardent Musalmān womanhood.

Allah, yā Allah! Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought to herself as she gently dipped a red tipped finger down between the fleshy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Choot.

I’m all wet down there. I’m all wet just thinking about this afternoon.

That hasn’t happened in a long, long time.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she groaned out loud as Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī ran her finger over her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Clitoris.

Damn, I could finish myself right here and now, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought as Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī tenderly peeled the fleshy little covering back away from the tingling knob of jutting flesh.

Delicately running her finger around the pulsating protrusion of flesh, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī felt the delightful tingle of pleasure course up her spine as flow into her brain.

“Stop it,” she growled to herself, slapping her legs together and jerking her hand away from her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Clitoris.

“Damn, I can’t remember the last time I felt this way,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī told herself, sitting up and easing her long, shapely legs off the bed.

Delighting in the foreign thrill of sexual excitement for the first time in ages, she hurriedly showered and rushed back out to her dresser.

Dabbing on a few drops of ‘Illicit Love’, her favorite perfume, onto the soft skin just below her ear, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī lifted her big, pendant breasts one at a time and ran the dauber underneath them, leaving a faint trail of perfume behind.

Setting the perfume down, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī gathered up her long, tawny streaked mahogany hair and pulled it up into a bundle.

Turning her head from side to side, she decided that she would wear it up.

Quickly, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī gathered it up and pinned it up with a couple of strategically placed decorative pins.

Later, with a simple jerk, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī could let it come cascading down over her shoulders, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled.

Then as an afterthought, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī plucked out a couple of strands of hair to give herself that harried, disheveled look that men seemed to like so much for some reason.

Now what to wear, she asked herself?

Maybe I’ll just go over there naked and really surprise him.

“Let’s see,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī said out loud to herself as she jiggled over to her closet with her big, surprisingly still erect tits wiggling merrily.

Picking through the forest of clothes hanging before her, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī spied the soft, black double-breasted suit jacket that Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī loved so much.

It wasn’t really appropriate for what she had in mind, but …what if she wore it without the skirt.

It might be just long enough, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī giggled, holding the suit coat up in front of herself and seeing that the hem was two or three inches below her private parts.

It’ll work if I don’t sit down, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself, tossing the coat onto the bed.

Now what to wear with it.

Maybe nothing, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought, looking at herself in the mirror.

She had a nice Musalmān body for a matronly forty year old; big, erect breasts with nice, perfectly round areolas and big, puffy nipples that always showed through her clothes when she went braless; her belly, hard and flat, still hadn’t the beginnings of a matronly swell.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī could still hold it in when she needed to, but it wouldn’t be long before more work in the gym would be required; soft, sweeping hips, curving down into her perfectly rounded smooth Musalmān thighs that also needed a little more attention if she was going to keep them that way.

Arcing her legs, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī turned slightly and looked over her shoulder to the two round, firm cheeks of her great exquisite excellent gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her great exquisite excellent gorgeous glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and her legs were enough to make men cry, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself, relaxing back down onto the soles of her small, dainty feet.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb likes for me to dress up in my little naughties, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled, so I’ll do it for him today.

Strolling over to her chest of drawers, watching her big, erect breasts jutting about as she did, she bent down and jerked open a drawer.

She knew just what to wear.

A couple of years ago, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb had bought her an outfit from ‘frederick’s of Hollywood’.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī had only worn it that same night and then it had gone untouched, hiding underneath the rest of her underwear since that time.

It was still there, wrapped in the plastic package that it had come in Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī saw, frowning at her inconsideration.

Stepping over to her dresser, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī ran her hand down into the package and pulled out the sheer, lacy material and laid it on the top of the dresser.

It was all still there: a choker, a half-cup bra, a garter belt, crotchless panties, and hose.

Sitting down on the stool in front of her dresser, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī slowly picked up one of the hose, relishing the smooth feel of the nylon on her skin.

Raising her leg, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī arched her toes and quickly slid the sheer, black hose up over her foot, her shapely calf, knee and the soft swell of her thigh.

Tugging it up snuggly, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī ran her hand down over her leg, straightening the hose and removing the wrinkles.

Picking up the other hose, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī repeated the process with it.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī picked up the sheer, black brassiere.

Wrapping the wispy straps of lace around her still miraculously flat female Musalmān belly, with the flowery half-cups of transparent lacework in the back, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī snapped the clasp closed.

Then with a quick tug, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī spun the cups around in front and ran her arms down through the shoulder straps.

Pulling the wisp of a brassiere up under her big, erect breasts, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī cupped them in the soft, clinging material.

Once her still miraculously erect proud Musalmān breasts  were situated inside their lace prisons, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī tugged the lace covered straps up over her shoulders.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī poked and prodded the big mountains of pink flesh until she was satisfied that they wouldn’t flop out ever, every time she moved.

Plucking up the next sheer, fluff of black lace, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī spread the panties apart.

As she did, they split into two segments joined only in the middle at the back and front of the lace-covered waistband.

Shaking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head slightly, she bent down and slipped them on over one foot and then the other.

Standing up, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī quickly pulled them up her long, curving legs and drew the G-string panties up around her excellent exhips. There was so little to them, you almost couldn’t tell Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī had any on, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī frowned. Hurrying, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī retrieved the flowery, black garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. Snapping it closed, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī quickly reached down and fastened the four clasps at the end of the dangling thongs of top of her hose. A few adjustments here and there and there was only one little bit of black fluff left lying on the top of the dresser.

Plucking up the delicate, little choker, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī pulled it down over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head. Now with the sexy little choker encircling her throat, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Nice. Very nice,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled as Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī turned and admired herself in the mirror from several different angles. “If I must say so myself.”

“Boy is Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb going to be surprised,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī said, picking up her suit coat and slipping it on.

Padding over to the closet, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī slipped her small feet into a pair of four-inch heels and stepped back in front of the mirror.

“Perfect,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī said out loud, running her hands down over her coat. “No one Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb ever know, except me, and of course, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.”

Then, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī grabbed her purse and went clopping down the stairs.

Stopping by the phone holder, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī grabbed a pencil, a piece of paper and strolled into the kitchen.

Scribbling out a quick note to me, she opened her purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill and laid it on top of the note.

There, the money Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb get his attention, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself and hurried out the door.*

I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts.

I just couldn’t get used to sleeping in anything.

Just too damned constricting, I laughed, reaching down and pulling on my extremely impressive Uncut Hindu Cock.

But then again, with an Uncut Hindu Cock as big as mine, anything I wear is constricting, I laughed proudly.

Especially for a sixty three year old.

I wonder why the house is so quiet, I said to myself as I flounced down the stairs watching the big bulge sticking out against the front of my shorts flopping around heavily inside my shorts.

Strolling into the kitchen, I spotted the note on the table.

It read:

‘Durgesh,

I’ve gone downtown to have lunch with your unworthy Musalmān competitor, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb. We should be back by five or so. Here’s a bill of ten dollars with my signature. Go show it to my secretary, Nafīsah Åbbās Farīdī. Seeing this bill with my signature, she’d understand what to do. Enjoy my immensely sexy American Musalmān Beautiful girlfriends.  See you tonight,

Love,

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī’*

I remembered:

It was a cold day.

It had been snowing all week and the traffic was miserable.

On my way home I saw four different cars off the road and had to ease the brakes at stop signs to prevent sliding.

I used to love the snow, it meant days off and fun and everyone gathered around a fire but there was no such joy to look forward too lately.

There was no dinner waiting for me, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s wife, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, now ex-wife was in Saůūdī Årab with her parents.

With Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s wife, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, gone, and daughter Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb off to University I was back to being on my own.

I could watch anything I wanted, listen to whatever I wanted and nothing was put away where I couldn’t find it.

Last week my new sense of living on my own was shattered.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s daughter, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, came home for winter break and because of her distaste for her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, and even her Abbū, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb opted to stay with me.

Generally tolerant, her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī,
was suddenly furious with Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.

“What do you want to prove, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb? You dislike me, you dislike your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, yet you don’t dislike Durgesh?”

“You both dislike my best friend, Jacqueline Lincoln, the Presidential candidate. Durgesh doesn’t.”

“You must be crazy.” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī stormed at her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān daughter.

Well, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not a citizen of Saůūdī Årab.

Both Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī and Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb had changed their citizenship to that of USA.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī was an ultramodern Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

It was enough for her that Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān were 26% of the total Musalmān population of USA.

“Why not India?” Imām Muħammad Yåqūb had argued sarcastically, “Most of your Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girlfriends that left Saůūdī Årab, have settled themselves in India instead.”

Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, not senator then, not even citizen of USA, smiled suggestively.

“All of them were after Durgesh, or even if they couldn’t get Durgesh, they wanted a Hindu lover for them.”

“Why? The Musalmīn have lost their penises forever?”  Imām Muħammad Yåqūb was even more indignant feeling more humiliated.

Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī was even more indignant now.

She stormed at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband.

“What do you think; we Musalmān Beauties have our Musalmān Cunts only? We haven’t our brain? We haven’t our self respect? We don’t need proper education? We don’t need true love? We don’t want intimacy? We don’t need to enjoy our life, freedom, our share of administration?”

“And you can have all of it, only when Durgesh fucks you or some another Hindu at least?” Imām Muħammad Yåqūb shouted.

“Yessssssssssss!” Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī also shouted to outdo his comparatively communal Musalmān husband. “Yesssss! Moreover, your cut Musalmān nūnīs are worthless.”

Imām Muħammad Yåqūb marched out of the room too furious to argue with his ‘Overhuman’ wife.*

I loved Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s daughter, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, and I would do anything for her.

So naturally I was very glad she came home to me for break rather than get drunk with her friends.

That must be her aversion to her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, too; she never drank or even went to parties like her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī.

I walked in the garage door and took my coat off.

My electric bill was going to be high this month.

Even when it was freezing out Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb had turned the thermostat way up and I was already sweating in my suit.

“Durgesh! You’re home. They said on the news eight inches of snow.”

“I fine sweetie, come give Durgesh a hug.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not suffering from the heat, the reverse in fact.

She was only wearing a thin white tank top, tall striped socks, and sexy little white panties.

I must be the envy of all the boys from school, what they would give to see her run up and then jump into their arms her tits free to swing, nipples just barley visible through the fabric.

I held her close, and I couldn’t help but enjoy her sexy American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

“I tried to order pizza but they said they won’t deliver tonight.”

Setting Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb down, I circled my hand through her hair and held her chin.

“I guess we are just going to have to make something for ourselves then.”

Walking into the kitchen I went to the freezer and got out Chicken chops and a couple of honey crisp apples out.

I put the Chicken chops in the sink and turned the water on to start them thawing and got out the cutting board for the apples.

I cut up the first apple and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took a piece and jumped up on the counter next to me.

Glancing over I noticed how her panties were now pulled taut against the lips of her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Distracted, the knife slipped and grazed my finger.

“Durgesh! You cut yourself. Here let me kiss it.”

Grabbing my hand Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb brought my finger up to her mouth and kissed it.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb then looked at it closely at my finger and blew on the cut.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb then put my finger in her mouth and sucked it.

Taken aback I was too thrilled and even aroused to react.

As soon as it started it was over and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took my finger out.

“There good as new,” she said triumphantly.

Turning away from Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb I rummaged around the cupboard to get the frying pan.

This was partially to hide my Hindu erection; the combination of her sexy body, well-defined American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, and sucking on my finger had made my attraction a little too obvious.

I filled the pan with water and put it on the stove.

I took the Chicken chops out of the sink and broke them apart putting them in the pan.

“How’s your paper coming along, sweetie?”

“Argh, my stupid Prof forgot what it’s like to be a kid. This is ironic, because my paper is about child development. He agrees with Plato. The ‘brain’ wants a society where the brains lead and children are reared to be model citizens by those best suited to parent, without the necessity of actually being their parents or something like that.”

“Well, it sounds like you know what you’re talking about.”

The Chicken chops were now in simmering water and I flipped them over to heat them move evenly.

“The guy is just bitter I think. I don’t think he has ever been laid, let alone had children, so he figures just institutionalize it and put him in charge. But you wouldn’t let that happen would you, Durgesh?”

The water was now boiled off and she added a splash of apple juice and laid the slices of apple on the Chicken chops.

“And lose you to some stranger? No sweetie. I would never let that happen. Who would heal my finger then?”

“Durgesh,” Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb said mockingly and tilted her head.

“Alright fine, I would keep you for other reasons too.”

“I know.”

She jumped down from the counter and walked over to the pantry.

Grabbing a chair and climbing up she reached to grab the jar of hot chocolate mix.

Her ass was big, round and firm.

I had to hold myself from a feel of that gorgeous excellent glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“Make me hot chocolate Durgesh.”

“But that doesn’t go with Chicken cho…”

“Please.”

“Alright but you get the cups out.”

“Yay.” Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb jumped up again and hugged me.

Again her tits pressing against me.

This girl was going to ruin my pants if she didn’t stop being so Goddamn cute.

Walking back over to the pan she flipped the Chicken chops again sprinkling some seasoning on them before replacing the apples and giving the pan another splash of juice.

She got out double kettle and filled the inside with milk putting it on the stove to heat in the water bath.

After that, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was sitting at the bar on the other side of the counter and was humming erotic songs.

The milk and the Chicken chops finished a few minutes later.

She got us our plates and served the Chicken chops and apples.

She poured the milk on the chocolate mix too, in the cups.

I turned on the TV.

we watched The Daily Show while we ate and drank our hot chocolate.

“Durgesh, can you read me a story?”

“Don’t you think you’re a little old for a story?”

“No. And besides it would be good for my paper and I like when you read to me.”

“Well, how can I say no, since it’s for your paper?”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb kissed me on the cheek and ran upstairs to find a book.

I followed her up to her room.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb had a big room; really the top floor was hers.

She had her own bathroom and what were once a playroom and her bedroom.

The playroom was now a gym but her room remained as it was since she was a little girl.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not a girly girl but she liked pink and still had most of her dolls all set up in the dollhouse her Abbū, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, made her for her birthday.

She also had a big comfy leather chair.

The chair was mine and I read to her in it for many years and it just seemed to belong here.

“Read me my story again.”

Of course, our favorite, Alice and Wonderland.

I had read the book more times for her than I could count.

She was my little Alice, her hair was smooth and wavy just like Alice’s and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb too was always off in her own world.

Sitting down, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb sat back in my lap just like she used to.

The feeling was very different however.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not a little girl anymore.

she was a hot scantily clad American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān babe pressing down on my leg and up against my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Trying to ignore my rising excitement I turned to the first page and started to read.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’

So she was considering in her own mind,as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid, whether the pleasure of making a daisy- chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’

When Alice thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that Alice ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural.

But when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat- pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

“Hold me Durgesh, I’m cold.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was in no way cold.

Not only did she just eat and have hot chocolate and her body was hot to the touch against me, nonetheless I found myself sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me.

Her chubby body was so close to mine I had to force myself to keep reading, she was my little girl and I was reading her favorite story that was all.

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, ‘Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake

‘Curiouser and curiouser!’ cried Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.

She was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English.

‘Now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!’

For when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb turned in my arms and her tits pressed up against my check.

“Oh sorry Durgesh, it seems these have had some of Alice’s bread since we did this last. And they’re not the only ones.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb smirked as she rubbed her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my Uncut Hindu Cock, which as she noticed was growing like Alice, my face still pressed against Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb’s perky young tits I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, uhh, it’s not, uhh.”

“Its okay Durgesh, I would be a little hurt if you didn’t respond, in fact I really like it. Do you, do you want to hold them.”

“I shouldn’t; really, I should go I have things work on…”

“Durgesh, don’t you want to hold them?

“Yes but…”

“It’s not hard, her let me help you.”

She grabbed my arm, still around her waist, and took my hand and pressed it to her breast.

“Mmmh your hand is so big and warm Durgesh. Play with my titties Durgesh, I want to feel your hands on me, so big and strong.”

My hands were moving of their own volition, I didn’t tell them to but soon I had Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb’s tits in my hands tweaking her nipples through her shirt.

“Harder Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  Pinch them harder.”

I reached under her shirt and found her nipple, the small rough spot on her unbelievable smooth torso.

Pulling her shirt up I kissed each nipple then squeezed one slightly.

“More, Durgesh, more it feels so good. Play with my titties. Make my nipples raw.”

Her tits were so perfect, smooth and soft very good sized but not so large as to be obnoxious.

Her nipples were hard and very sensitive.

I could feel her moan as I squeezed them.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took off her shirt entirely and was now rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“Yes Durgesh, play with my big titties. They are bigger than Ammī’s are. I know you like my titties, but I have something else I want you to play with.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took my hand again and this time it led to her panties.

My hand followed her path without resistance.

I held her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pulled her down against my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing in on her extremely beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Slit.

Her panties were being forced in around Uncut Hindu Cock  inside her outer lips.

Still my hand was on her nipple but our attention was on her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, hot to the touch.

I massaged her lips with my Uncut Hindu Cock feeling how soft her little American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and tried to move but I held her still.

“You’re trapped my little Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, too big and all the doors too small.”

“Mmh ahh Durgesh mmmh it’s getting so wet in here am I shrinking or are you getting bigger?”

“You have to drink this, my little Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.”

I brought my Uncut Hindu Cock  from her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and put it in her mouth.

She sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock .

Licking and sucking it made her eyes burning with lust.

“Fuck me Durgesh. No more game. I want your big Uncut Hindu Cock.”

“Patience now my little Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, one must cum before they can go.”

I brought my Uncut Hindu Cock  back to her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and neglecting to move the panties aside forced my Uncut Hindu Cock, panties and all, inside her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

She jerked and made a muffled yelp.

I pinched her nipple as hard as I could and made her arch her back, head pressing back against me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock  was on her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy now.

I found her clit and started to flick it back and forth while I massaged the inside with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was moaning and rocking to my hands.

Her body was smooth.

Her moans of pleasure intensified.

Her breathing too increased.

I rubbed her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her panties were now soaked in her juices.

I wanted so badly to fuck her, but I wanted to feel her cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock more, and she was getting so close.

Her body started to stiffen and I pushed in as far as her panties would allow with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She shook as she came.

Not violently, but she had several aftershocks before she could control herself.

Standing, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb turned around, pulled her panties down and then she bent over and grabbed my Hindu crotch.

“Caterpillar is hiding in your pants. I want to play with him Durgesh. Bring him out in the light so we can play Durgesh.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was undoing my pants and before I could say anything she had my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in in her hand.

I was rock hard and her hands felt so good.

“You like your Uncut Hindu Cock on my tits Durgesh. So big and hard you want to cum all over your nasty little Musalmān girl, don’t you?”

Pre-cum oozed out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb licked it up. Fuck.

“Mmm, it tastes so good Durgesh, I want more.”

She sucked my entire Hindu Prickhead into her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and continued to lick the tip.

Her hair was so fucking smooth I gripped it.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s daughter, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, his sexy fucking daughter was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My hands started to press I needed more.

I had to feel her throat; it would make her stop talking so nasty.

Fuuuck her throat convulsed around me, she was too good at this.

Pulling off she gasped.

“I love your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  My American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is dripping. Why the fuck did Ammī miss this?”

I shoved her back on my Uncut Hindu Cock, she felt so good and her words were a little unnerving.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took me all the way inside her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and grabbed my Hindu balls.

She sucked and licked my Uncut Hindu Cock and even stuck her tongue out to lick my balls.

I finally let her up for air and she gasped.

“Fuck me Durgesh. I want your big Uncut Hindu Cock in me.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her.

Eīshān, her tits were perfect.

They were so full and perky as they pressed up against me.

She reached back, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Dick and rubbed it on her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I leaned back fuck, she was dripping.

“You want my tight little American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh?”

“Yes, yes I want it.”

“You want to fuck your baby girl in her room and make her cum on you.”

I answered by grabbing her shoulders and yanking her down onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She screamed out and I couldn’t even move it felt too good.

I held her down as Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb tried to move, pressing deeper into her.

She started to rock her hips.

I pinched her nipple and squeezed her breast too.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and rocked more.

I held her tight pressing her against me and then I grabbed her hair.

It was so long and smooth.

I pulled and made her lean her head back and she groaned.

I kissed up her exposed neck and thrust into her.

She cried out and tried to rock back on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I thrust again and clamped down on her neck.

I could feel the blood pump in her neck as I sucked and bit lightly.

She just moaned harder and squeezed with her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Play with my ass Durgesh, play with my ass as you fuck your baby girl.”

I gripped her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and lifted her slamming her back down.

She gripped me tightly pulling her perfect tits hard against my face.

“Yes Durgesh yes, play with my ass, Durgesh. I want your Hindu palms on my Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  ass.”

I reached down and felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and arched her back.

I kissed her chest between her tits and bit the skin.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and cringed into the bite, wrapping her tits over my face.

“You’re going to make me cum again Durgesh. You like playing with my nasty virgin ass as you fuck me Durgesh? I want you so bad Durgesh, cum inside me I want to feel your nasty Hindu cum as you explode inside me. Fuck me harder Durgesh make us cum.”

She was going to make me cum before she got off.

It was only partially effective as she screamed and her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clenched on me.

She was so fucking tight, she would be sore tomorrow.

I fucked her harder and I felt myself getting closer and closer.

“Harder Durgesh harder! I want your Hindu cum so bad. Please Durgesh; make me your little cum slut.”

I pulled Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb by her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and meet it with as a strong Hindu  thrust as I could manage.

Over and over did she bounce, tits slapping her chest and my face.

I pulled her hair again and bit her neck kissing on it.

“Durgesh, Durgesh I’m cumming! Durgesh cum inside me I want it. I want it all!”

Slamming her home one last time I did.

I shot over and over into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths and she started to shake and scream as she came again, violently this time.

I held her to me as I emptied myself into her and until she started to calm down only twitching every so often.

We kissed again and then she stood.

“Thanks for the story Durgesh,” and reaching between her legs she gathered some of my Hindu  cum dripping from her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on her finger and brought it to her lips, “and dessert.”

Chapter 22

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