1: Of my Musalmān friends
I haven’t gotten everything I needed yet!
I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can’t leave behind! Is there any more room?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. “I just need these two more things!” she tried to bargain, showing me two large bags probably filled with more clothes.
“Sorry honey, but if we put anything else into the car there’s gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won’t fit between us on the console.” I said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris.
“What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It’s mostly flat, there’s nothing really in the way. Plus, it’s mostly a straight, long drive so it’s not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!” She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff.
“I don’t know, Al Qamar Al Islam, there really isn’t much room. You’d have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy.” I said, looking up at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, in the window.
“It’s fine, Durgesh darling. I can handle that. It’s worth being able to bring all of my stuff.” She said, apparently resolute.
“It’s your call, darling. Just remember, it’s almost a seven hour drive.”
“That’s okay, Durgesh darling. I can make it. I’ll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!” she called down to me, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. “I’m coming down now!”
I couldn’t help but be content seeing Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s smile.
She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and naturally I loved seeing her happy.
“Don’t forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won’t be able to change!” I called up as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, disappeared into the house.
“Okay, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, shouted back from inside her room. “I’ll be right out after I change!”
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage I couldn’t help but admire the young woman she had turned into.
She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner.
I looked at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s petite Musalmān body as she bounced down the steps toward me.
“And isn’t it good to keep fit our mankind too, Ammī?” Al Qamar Al Islam used to ask her Ammī teasingly.
“I don’t know,” her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān, used to say scornfully, “Ask your ultramodern Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās. He thinks his Corporate Business needs as much of his attention as he doesn’t have optimum time enough for five times Salawāt even.”
“Abbū is a rotten liar,” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās commented curtly, “He avoids Salawāt as much as possible. His Corporate Business is actually an excuse only.”
“Abbū says five times Salawāt was possible when there wasn’t any Corporate Business Competition. Today, competition is so much as no sane businessman can afford five times Salawāt now.” Al Qamar Al Islam favored her Abbū, “We womankind must compensate for our mankind in this matter.”
“I said Abbū is a rotten liar.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās repeated, “There are too many Musalmān ladies themselves very successful Businesswomen. They never zāyah, never miss, their any Salāt out of five times Salawāt. How they can manage it? And if our Businesswomen can do that, why can’t our businessmen too?”
“Your fast elephantine Abbū thinks actually five times Salawāt is harmful to male sexual organ. It clinches it every time hindering its proper development. He says that’s why Hindus are better in sex than Musalmīn.”
“Nonsense.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās blurted.
Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.
I was never ashamed to do so but I couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before me.
She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible young Musalmān ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits.
It was pretty hot.
Consequently, I didn’t want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily.
“I guess that’s what I get for telling her to dress comfortably.” I thought.
“Hey Durgesh darling, I’m ready!” she said, smiling up at me.
“Alright Al Qamar Al Islam, put the stuff in the seat and I’ll try to figure out how this whole thing will work.” I said, watching her move to the car.
“Alright!” she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was.
She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn’t in yet.
“Oops, Durgesh darling! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!”
I stopped just as I entered the car and waited for my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle.
She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to go!” she announced, apparently getting comfortable.
“I sure hope we don’t get spotted by a cop.” Durgesh thought. She didn’t have a seatbelt but he figured she’d be fine.
After all, they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear.
“Looks like we’re off!” I said as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. “Only 7 more hours to go!” I said as I playfully nudged my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “You better be able to handle it!”
“Durgesh darling I’ll be fine! I don’t mind sitting here at all!” she said back to me, punching me in the arm.
We got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college.
We drove for about 45 minutes before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, started shifting around on the console.
We had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now.
I couldn’t even see another car ahead or behind us for at least half a mile.
I eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable.
“Something wrong, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, obviously sarcastic.
“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don’t think I’m gonna last.” She said, giving up pretty easily.
“Well, there’s not much you can do! I told you it’d be hard!” I said, wondering what was going through her mind.
“I’m okay, Durgesh darling! Just let me sit on your knee! That’ll be much better, so I won’t have this thing sticking into my bottom.” She said, pointing towards the console handle.
“Uhh, I don’t know about that. What if a cop sees us? I’ll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you’re in the seat!” I reasoned.*
Realizing I’d have no way to know in advance, I decided I’d find Al Nādirah Al Åzīm at the party and figure out what to do there.
I drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside.
I walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.
I looked around as I entered; realizing I probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party.
The house was packed, and I could recognize anyone that was unmasked.
The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and I couldn’t tell who they were even if I did actually knew them.
I pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards me in a very revealing Pocahontas costume.
I looked the woman’s body up and down, enjoying the eye candy.
The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her little frame perfectly.
It was a two-piece costume, and the top showed off her perky big breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness.
The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thighs and only covering up to just below her beautiful ass.
Finally, I looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!
I was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that I had been checking her out, before I was interrupted as she eventually reached me.
“Hey father in law!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, reaching her arms over my neck and pulling my head down towards hers.
I Momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing.
My question was soon answered.
She pressed her soft, full lips against mine, melting in my mouth.
She pushed her tongue inside my mouth, meeting mine, before I could fully react to what was happening.
I was making out with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm !
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to passionately press her lips to mine, before I broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion.
“What the hell, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ?” I said, realizing she had no way of knowing Muħammad Raħmān wasn’t coming.
“What the fuck? Durgesh? Why didn’t you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson’s costume?” she asked, seemingly mad.
“Yār, he got called for a work thing. He told me to come here and make sure you wouldn’t leave on account of him. I wanted to enjoy myself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?” I asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.
“Oh nonsense.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, realizing what she’d done. “Sorry about that, ‘Dad’(?). I didn’t know it was you. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve had a bit to drink.”
“I can tell.” I said bluntly.
“Anyway, Durgesh, you really shouldn’t be here. This is more of an adult party-” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was cut off by none other than her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! I can see your husband, Muħammad Raħmān, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing me like that in front of everyone!” she teased.
“Nonsense” I thought to myself.
She’d just seen Al Nādirah Al Åzīm kiss me and thought I was Muħammad Raħmān now.
I’d just planned on introducing myself.
I hadn’t thought that they might think I was Muħammad Raħmān.
“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she’d just kissed her stepfather in law.
“Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around and motioning towards the bar.
I instinctively looked down at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume.
It was skintight and really put her amazing Musalmān ass and tits on display.
I could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn’t wearing any.
She walked towards the bar, I staring at her beautiful Musalmān ass as her hips swayed back and forth.
“Durgesh!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said abruptly, snapping me out of my hypnosis.
“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!” I said, remembering what had just happened. “What are we gonna do? They think I’m your husband, yār.”
“Well, I really don’t want to explain why I was kissing my own father in law like that, so I think you’re just gonna have to tough it out.” She explained.
“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.
“Tonight you’re gonna have to act as your stepson, my husband. I don’t want them thinking I’m some weirdo for making out with my father in law, even if it was on accident. Don’t worry, we won’t have any more of that.”
“Fine,” I said, realizing that was probably the best option. “But I’m gonna go get a juice, then.”
“I’ll let you tonight, because of what’s happening, but you better not take even too much juice!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
I didn’t ask what the hell she meant.
“I should say the same to you!” I said, walking off in the direction of the bar.
I had a few juices, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances.
As they drank more and more, probably too much, I started to notice Al Nādirah Al Åzīm once again.
Her costume really didn’t leave much to the imagination.
It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her beautiful Musalmān ass, especially when she moved around a lot.
I tried not to stare, but as the night went on I became more and more transfixed by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s hot Musalmān body.
I caught myself several times ogling her tits and admiring her Musalmān ass when she turned around or bent over.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm could feel it too, as we could both sense a small amount of tension building up between us.
It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.
We continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more she drank.
Eventually, without realizing, I had gotten pretty brave with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I placed my hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from me, dancing to the fast music.
She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to me.
We lost ourselves in the haze before we were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, let’s go upstairs! I want to show you something!” It was Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān again, we noticed.
And she was motioning for them to follow her.
We stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān led us up.
We both were wondering what she wanted.
She led us into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
The three other couples sitting on the floor in a circle.
The men were all wearing some sort of masked costume.
Not that I’d recognize them if they weren’t, anyway.
The ladies sat next to us, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad.
I couldn’t help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.
“Sorry for interrupting you guys” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. “But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!”
“What’s that?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, I hoping it was nothing too serious.
“Well, it’s couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for us. We can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān explained.
“Okay, but what’s the point? If we don’t want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, wondering why we would want to play in the first place.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, excitedly. “The winner gets this!” she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. I didn’t really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish.
The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.
“Where did you get that?” They asked.
“Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It’s a collection piece, so it’s pretty much priceless.. I thought I’d include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!”
I could tell by the way she looked at it that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad.
Ever since I could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop.
Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.
“So, what do you guys say?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, asking everyone.
Simultaneously, the other three women, including Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, said,
I looked at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, wondering what she was doing.
What had she gotten us into?
“What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm?” I said, whispering to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I’m sure it won’t be anything too bad.”
“Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, motion towards me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm .
“Okay, I guess,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, cautiously. “I guess we’ll take truth, just to start it off.”
“Alright!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said excitedly. “Now let us come up with a question!” The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. We broke their huddle and Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān spoke again.
“Here’s your question. What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?” she said with a grin on her face.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
I went to inspect the costume I was to wear, seeing that it was only a
stupid batman thing with a mask.
“No problem, I guess.” I thought.
I got ready for the party, putting on my costume and seeing what it looked like in the mirror.
It fitted me barely.
I was a tad more muscular than Muħammad Raħmān was.
And it was pretty cheap.
Overall, it was a fun suit, but the mask covered most of my head save for my mouth and eyes.
You could hardly tell it was I.
I myself was a strapping ever young man.
I started for Stavans since my childhood.
I was muscular from keeping up with the Trishapt.
As I looked in the mirror, I briefly wondered what Al Nādirah Al Åzīm would be wearing.
Muħammad Raħmān had forgotten to tell me what costume she was going to be dressed in, and I thought I might be in trouble if she had a mask, like me.
I tried to ignore it, but it had not escaped my awareness that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly hot for her age.
My friends always ribbed me about what a beautiful sophisticated young Musalmān lady she was, and even I had to admit she looked great.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was very petite, barely coming up to about 5’0″, but curvy in all the right ways.
She was already twenty-eight.
She had a pear shaped figure with incredibly wide, sexy hips.
She was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio, and as a result was incredibly lithe and fit.
She had, even I could see, never ashamed to admit it as I was, an absolutely phenomenal ass.
It was perfectly round and bounced with her every step, making the most of her curvy, wide hips.
I’d often accidentally find myself staring at her tight Musalmān ass as she performed her morning yoga in the living room.
Even as a Bahū Bégum in late twenties, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was a perfectly knockout.
I couldn’t believe how Al Muħammad Al Raħmān was ready to share her sexually, and socially even, with me.
I could never even think of to share any of my wife with anyone.
If some of my wife were adamant to want me to share her with anyone, I would have advised her to divorce me immediately.
If she wouldn’t I would have compelled her either to divorce me or have me exclusively.
A wife is a life partner.
A life partner should have only one partner exclusively to establish a good, happy, nice, strong and perfectly progressive family.
Most of the Westerners never realized the pivotal importance of the family in human life.
They have destroyed it mostly knowingly and somewhat unknowingly.
It has done more harm than benefits to humankind.
It has destroyed family, and even massacred millions of corporate or potential corporate financial leaders, thinkers and businesspersons.
If these all would have been allowed to live, the financial progress of the entire humankind would certainly have been sky rocketing.
Unfortunately in its immensely inexperienced unwise enthusiasm the almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed it all, deliberately, with deliberate movements against entire progress of humankind in several important fields.*
I said as I tried to pack more of my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s, belongings into the car.
“Al Qamar Al Islam, we’re running out of space in here. I don’t think you’ll be able to take anything else, really.”
My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, was moving away to college for the year.
She kept trying the car with all of her stuff because her apartment and school were in another state, so she wouldn’t be able to easily pick up anything she left behind.
Why she chose such a far school, especially when the closer one was the same price, I’d never know.
“You aren’t my uncle only anymore.” Al Qamar Al Islam had always explained, “My entire Buās, Kħālās, Chacīs, Mumānīs are your live in relationship partners actually, true, nevertheless, you have sex with my Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam as well.”
“Then call me, ‘Daddy’” I smiled impishly.
Al Qamar Al Islam smiled too,
“You aren’t my Daddy exactly as well.”
“You are only her Sex Therapist.”
“I’m your family Sex Therapist, idiot.” I laughed.
Al Qamar Al Islam winked at me,
“It means you would fuck me too, if needed?”
I watched her gravely.
“It’s a matter that should be decided by yourself, young lady, and by your parents, not by me.”
My voice was somewhat curt.
Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam was too beautiful to resist, nevertheless, there must be a limit of everything.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ parents as well as Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān’s parents were very much displeased on it.
“Nonsense, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās,” his Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said curtly, “Allah Miyān have blessed you with multi millions. I myself was a millionaire. And by Allah’s fazlo Karam, by Allah’s immense grace, you have converted my million into multi millions. We aren’t poor enough that can’t afford Durgesh’s fee for inaugurating our daughters and granddaughters.”
“That isn’t the matter at all, Abbū.” Al Muħammad Al Åbbās smiled politely with all due respect to his learned successful father, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm.
“Then may I enquire what’s exactly the matter that you are leaving the medical problem of her cherry, and social problem of her mental development to lead a successful family life to an inexperienced unskilled Musalmān kid that would be called her husband?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said furiously, “The idiot is bestowed with the moral and sharaåī rights of even to slap, beat and divorce my beloved innocent granddaughters and you want even to risk their health medically and socially only to provide that immensely inexperienced bastard with the virginity of my granddaughters. I say…”
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās raised his hand.
“Please let me explain, Abbū. I plead to you.”
“I don’t want to argue with you anymore.”
“You know what happened to your Ammī, Al Sādiyah Al Waħīd, when we were married?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s fury was increasing more and more.
“Abbū, those were the days of entirely unjust, unwise, orthodox traditions. Sex Therapy wasn’t accepted in those foolish days of unscientific self respect and family respect. The premarital sex wasn’t even criticized for male members of the family while the same was even a perfect reason for Honor Killings for the female members of the same family. We have left those unscientific days now too far behind. And you are still talking of Ammī’s…”
“Yes. That’s right. I’m still talking of your Ammī’s uncontrolled continuous nonstop bleeding due to the immense ignorance and entire inexperience of both of us of sex.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm shouted, “We believed in the immense sanctity of virginity of the bride unless she isn’t married. We forgot if Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had insisted on it, he would never have married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā even. We are Musalmīn. Why the hell we don’t follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam intellectually?”
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never married with the pre-condition of virginity of the potential bride.”
“He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Was she a virgin when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married her? Why the hell, the Muħsin-e-Insāniyat sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while he could marry any virgin he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam wanted to if the virginity of the bride was that necessary in Islam?”
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās didn’t say anything.
He listened to his great Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, immensely respectfully with immense proud of him.
He wasn’t Al Muħammad Al Åzīm in his name only.
He was really Åzīm, really great, in his thinking and in his actions as well.
Only the one incidence of his life had changed Al Muħammad Al Åzīm entirely.
He loved Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ Ammī beyond credibility even.
She was suffering from continuous bleeding for a long time, despite the continuous medical treatment of her.
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm was crazy to save her life.
He wasn’t millionaire then.
The necessity of enormous money to save his innocent wife’s life compelled Al Muħammad Al Åzīm to work crazily day and night to extend his otherwise normal business.
It didn’t only save his wife’s life.
It made him a millionaire as well.*
She was too afraid of sex to let him even put his hand sexually on her body.
“Allah,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm couldn’t raise his head from sajdah after completing his Salaāt-e-Shukr, “What the hell have I done in my utter ignorance and entire inexperience. I can’t see her in this way. My Master, Allah, Rabbil Åālmīn. Forgive me for every sin I’ve done either knowingly or unknowingly. I promise you I won’t touch her ever if you don’t want to let me touch her. Yet, please return her to her normal life.”
Closing the door of my library, I watched Al Muħammad Al Åzīm respectfully.
“Yes, uncle, you were very impatient to meet me. Here I am. What can I do for you? You never needed to come here. If you have only called me I would have been glad to serve you being myself present there immediately.”
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s eyes were filled with tears of immense remorse.
“First of all, I want your forgiveness, my son. Please, forgive me.”
“Uncle, you never need to degrade yourself in front of your children. I’m sorry about that incident.”
“You don’t need to. You never need to. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm herself raped you virtually. She has convinced me now. You were never responsible even slightly. I misbehaved with you immensely. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm is my youngest sister and I caught you with her red handed.”
“It’s alright uncle, I understand.”
“You were in missionary position with Al Fātimah Al Åzīm. You both were nude. Your pe..penis was visiting her va..vagina vehemently passionately. You were on top of her between her Just eighteen Just Adult legs. I couldn’t control myself.”
“I know uncle.” I tried to smile, “My Ammī Ħazrat is your own cousin. You know she is herself an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady. I understand what Islam is and what not. I am both Hindu and Musalmān simultaneously. My father is a Hindu but my mother is a Muslim.”
“I know that. I know that.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm had to exert immense effort to keep himself calm and under control.
He wasn’t used to it.
It was quite unimaginable then the Indian National Congress would downfall sometimes to the forty four MPs and Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi, Manishankar Iyer and Salman Khurshid would be so desperate, with entire Indian National Congress even, that they would commit anti National political activities even shamelessly.
“I know you know that.” I smiled politely and respectfully, “I am not telling you that. I’m only reminding you that I can’t do anything to harm you and your family members. We aren’t two separate families altogether. We are family members.”
“Thanks for still accepting me one of the family members.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said gratefully, “I’ve done something very wrong to you. That’s why I hesitate asking you to do something for me only you can do. I need your favor.”
“Would you be generous enough that…”
Al Fātimah Al Åzīm suddenly entered there.
“Abbū, you haven’t any right…”
I raised my hand.
“Al Fātimah Al Åzīm, please. You left your Abbū’s house and came here to me. I tried to explain you my best why it wasn’t a good move. You rejected my advice. You refused to return to your Abbū’s home. It’s all right. It’s your decision. You are adult now. I can’t compel you to follow what I advise. Nevertheless, you please understand, he is my maternal uncle after all, even if you don’t want to respect him as your elder brother. Please, no bad manners.”
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm smiled ironically.
“It’s all right, Durgesh. Let her tell me whatsoever she wants to.”
“That’s none of your business. You have ordered me to leave your home. I have followed your order. You have told me we are dead to each other. That’s okay with me. Now it isn’t anything for your concern at all what I do and what I don’t.”
“That was my tremendous mistake, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said, “I was furious at that time. What I said in my blind fury then doesn’t mean a single damn thing. Forget that and you may return to your home whenever you want to, even if you don’t want to accompany me right now.”
“Thank you very much. I don’t need anything from you now. You said we are dead to each other. Let’s remain so.”
“Māmūjān,” I tried to mediate between them, “she is as furious now as you were then. You said what you told then in your blind fury doesn’t mean any single damn thing. The same principle is applicable here too. Forgive her please. In her blind fury now she too doesn’t understand what she is saying.”
“Nonsense.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said, “I am not in any blind fury. I have taken now this decision with my mind quite cold and calm. I would never return there. And, Durgesh, you don’t worry as well. I am myself a millionaire. My maternal grandmother has gifted me enough money to take care of myself. There is even a group of industries that, she has gifted to me. I would never be any financial burden on you. As far as our adult life is concerned, well, I never intend to release you from my clutches. I don’t want to act as a bitch. Not to you. Never. But if you compel me, I can’t help it. I don’t believe in any damn traditional values. But you are my dream man, and I would never let you leave me. I love that great Uncut Hindu Penis of yours between my perfectly adult, Just eighteen Just Adult, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.”
“Okay, extremely beautiful bitch, you are most welcome in my adult life.”
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm tried to say something but he changed his mind understanding the inappropriateness of the situation.
He turned to me.
“Durgesh, I still need a favor from you only you can do to me, none else.”*
I smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.
“As soon as the car stops, open the door, grab your gown and wrap it around yourself. I’ll yank up my shorts, and then pick you up and carry you to bed…”
Saåīdah Zāfar interrupted me,
“No Durgesh, you need to take care of Ammī.”
“Let me finish.” I interrupted her. “Telling your Ammī you fell asleep. Once we get to your room, I can put you down and go take a quick shower before joining your Ammī in bed. Okay?”
“Allah Allah. Thank God we’re home.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān announced turning into our driveway and hitting the opener.
We drove into the garage, and as soon as the car stopped my door was thrown open, Saåīdah Zāfar jumped out and grabbed her gown off the floorboards.
She quickly wrapped herself in it as I yanked up my shorts.
Jumping out of the car, I swept her up into my arms, and called out.
“Bhābhījān, Saåīdah Zāfar’s asleep, I’ m going to put her to bed. Then I need a shower. I’m sweaty from the ride. I’ll meet you in bed. Okay, mérī Jān? ”
I hurried into the house before My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, could ask any questions.
Practically running through the darkened house I prayed that I wouldn’t trip on anything as I ran up the stairs and down the hall.
Safely making it to Saåīdah Zāfar’s bedroom, she reached down and opened the door.
I stepped over the threshold, neither of us missing the symbolism.
Before I could put her down, she was kissing me and pulling me to her.
Her hungry beautiful Musalmān eyes begged me to stay, but now it was my turn to be the strong one.
“I so want to, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar,” I said to her unspoken request, “and one night soon I will. But for now we can’t.”
I said it putting her down on her bed.
Tearing myself away, I stood up and turned to the door.
“Durgesh, before you leave…”
I turned back to her.
She dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts exposing my hard Uncut Hindu Dick again.
Pulling her head away, she looked at me in the eyes,
“Go make Ammī as happy as you made me, and one day we can all make each other happy.”
I nodded and smiled, taking one last long hard look at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.
Then I pulled up my shorts and I left her room.
As I shut the door, I heard a slight buzz, and she moaned,
I paused willing myself not to look back.
I pulled the door closed and headed into the master bath.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, hadn’t made it to our room yet, so I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the hamper.
I turned on the water to very hot, and began to scrub all traces of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter from my body.
I dried myself off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked into the bedroom where my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was standing in the heels and hose she wore to the wedding, but the rest of her outfit was like nothing I had seen before.
I didn’t even have words to describe it except what I said to her.
“HOLY! GREAT! HELL! YOU LOOK AMAZING!”
She smiled and did a pirouette.
“Do you like it?” she asked innocently batting her eyelashes at me as I just stared and drooled at her.
It was white, and looked very bridal.
“Ůzrah showed it to me in a catalog and told me it was what she was wearing under her wedding dress, and would be wearing tonight when she and her Hindu husband …” That was the last word spoken as I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed burying my face into her exposed and freshly waxed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“There’s your welcome material.” She said.
Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān was moaning and bucking her hips as I drove my lips.
All too soon, she moaned,
It was a game we had played every time, we made love.
The first time we made love was in a movie theater.
We were watching Top Gun, and when I slid into her, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said,
“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Since that night, she always repeated that line when she wanted my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her.
I pulled my face away from her, causing her to shudder in pleasure.
She smiled at me and said,
I shuddered at how much her voice sounded like Ůzrah’s.
I didn’t respond for caution my voice would betray my thoughts.
She whispered in my ear,
“I won’t be mad but I always wondered…did you ever fuck Ůzrah? I believe she won’t let you not to.”
I began to furiously thrust into Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān picturing Ůzrah wearing the exact same lingerie My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was wearing.
Just then, I realized what a grand Bhogchakr I had.
I had an 18 year old daughter of my friend Al Muħammad Al Zāfar who wanted to sleep with me, and is willing to share me with her gorgeous Ammī, and his second daughter too that just might join in the fun.
I savagely fucked Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān roughly squeezing her beautiful Musalmān tits.
Sweat was dripping off my body and each time a drop landed on her body she convulsed in pleasure.
After a long session, my balls were boiling and my Uncut Hindu Dick was tensing up in preparation to blast my Hindu cum deep into My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy once again.
“I’m about to blow…”
My senses went onto overload.
The first blast came a fraction of a second later, and to me it sounded like a howitzer, as each blast exploded from my Uncut Hindu Dick and found its target.
Each time my Hindu cum struck into her womb she moaned in desire as it was hammering into her cunt simultaneously.
The fourth blast was the last one and it hit her as her orgasm over took her body and sent her into full body convulsions.
She gasped and moaned and I let the last of my cum spill from my cock into her hot Musalmān womb.
I fell on her listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as her orgasm ended.
I just lay there breathing trying to control of my body, listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, panting form her own explosion.
I pulled myself up using the bed and sit on it.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, lay there looking so sexy in her lingerie, with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy covered with my Hindu cum, and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, I couldn’t resist.
I picked up my cell phone and took several dozen pictures of her.
I even took some extreme close up video of her body starting from her cute toes and working up to her still wet Musalmān pussy and then on to each breast, and I continued up to her face.
Putting my phone down, I took her hand in mine and just held it waiting until she was ready to speak.
“Allah, God, that was intense.”
She sighed as she tried to sit up.
I helped her up and handed her several tissues from the nightstand to wipe her face off with.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at me without taking the tissues from me.
“Honey, I need to know, did you ever fuck my daughter?”
Not wanting to lie, I looked her square in the eye and said “The last time I saw Ůzrah naked was when she was 6 and I was giving her a bath while you were out of town, when she had that broken arm. We never did anything like that.”
Nodding she accepted my answer, not thinking to ask about Saåīdah Zāfar, and I exhaled in relief.
“She would you know. She told me more than once, the reason she married her husband, is because he is too a Hindu. She has a bit of an Electra Complex.”
My Uncut Hindu Dick tried to stir, but my balls sent in a rain check since they were totally drained of cum.
My Uncut Hindu Dick said what the hell and started to grow anyway.
“I know how you feel about her, hell the whole family does and we all know she wants you and you want her. When she gets home, you have my permission to make love to her.”
I stood there in shock.
Was my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, actually suggesting I sleep with her married daughter?
I couldn’t help but wonder.
“Umm I take you up on that very generous offer. Thank you very much.
Bit I reminded myself that I had fucked her youngest daughter less than an hour ago, and she didn’t know it.
I decided this was not the time to confess to her, but to reassure her I wasn’t mad and to plant the idea that maybe it was okay with me if she decided to be more than an Ammī to our four boys.
I leaned close to her.
Her eyes met mine and we kissed.
It wasn’t a passionate kiss but it was powerful and brought us emotionally closer than we ever had been before.
We stared at each other silently for over an hour, just holding hands and enjoying.
As the sun was rising, she stood up and went into the bathroom to wash.
I laid down naked in our bed, and soon Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān joined me wearing nothing but a smile.
She was lying on her side facing at me.
I slid up against her, and reached over her body gently holding her breast.
She moaned in pleasure.
I moved my hips against her and she spread her legs.
No words were exchanged, this was not for pleasure this was the joining of two people into one.
It was the most intense experience I had ever had with her recently.
After what seemed like a week of long slow strokes into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s pussy, my Uncut Hindu Dick finally convinced my balls to send a rush order of Hindu cum and once again I emptied myself into a warm wet Musalmān pussy.
As my seed filled her, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, moaned and grasped the hand holding her breast pushing it into the soft flesh, whispering, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I replied as we lay there joined together, never wanting to pull apart.
As she drifted off to sleep, I said, “Ħamīd the bellboy was right.” as we lay in bed together, glowing from our lovemaking. “Saåīdah Zāfar and I did grow a lot closer during the car ride. I think we’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on.”
Glad to hear it dear.” she murmured sleepily as I lightly caress her naked breast.
Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drifted off to sleep, and I lay there wondering what life was going to be like from now on, wondering how to get Ůzrah to go for a road trip on my lap.
Maybe with her real Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar, driving this time.
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It was too wonderful to stop.
Saåīdah Zāfar dropped her gown, and pulled it closed hiding me from view.
Knowing My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was only a few feet away from me, while I was hidden under My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s silk gown, pounding vehemently her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, in public, was probably the single most erotic experience anyone has ever had.
“Are you okay, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar? You seem flushed. Why are you breathing so hard? Where’s our family Sex Therapist Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?” she asked Saåīdah Zāfar as I tried to move as little as possible while continuing to fuck her.
Sālī Just eighteen Just Adult.
What a brave girl.
I never knew she was so cunning.
She was tricking her own ever cunning Ammī, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
She was fucking me right under her nose.
In front of her Ammī’s own very eyes.
Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know.
“What do you mean?” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān asked somewhat angrily.
“A wife needed him. He is coming soon.”
“tortured sexually by her inconsiderate Musalmān husband.”
Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know it.
She couldn’t see what was happening under the gown of her Just eighteen Just Adult daughter.
“We were walking over by the woods and a skunk started to chase us. We had to run our asses off to avoid getting sprayed.” Saåīdah Zāfar said between gasps as I throbbed my immense experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot without movement my waist.
I heard her saying,
“Ammī, umm my…my legs are a bit un…unsteady. C…c…can you go get me a co…coke. I need th…th..th…the sugar aaaaa…nd the caffeine.”
“Sure honey.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said, heading to the vending machines around the corner.
Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked away, Saåīdah Zāfar whispered “Hurry Durgesh, I’m so close to cumming. I can’t wait. Finish me off. Fuck my pussy and fill it with your Hindu cum my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
“Sālī Badmåsh, you misled my Bhābhījān.” I smiled fucking her vehemently.
“You fuck your Bhābhījāns. Wow.”
“They aren’t my real Bhābhījāns.” I told her.
“Nevertheless, they are your friends’ wives.”
I started to fuck my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter as hard as I could.
With one of my hands, I reached behind her, found her other crack, and began to explore this new area until I found what I was looking for.
She gasped and her body went rigid.
A second later, I rewarded her with a flood of my Hindu cream as her legs began to shake.
She grabbed my waist and mashed it against her sexpot.
Suddenly we heard my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, returning, so I stood up and marched around the corner out of sight.
It was covered in wonderful smelling teen Musalmān pussy cream, made all the better because I got it fresh from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter.
I reluctantly washed it to hide the evidence of my infidelity from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
Returning to the car, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter were nowhere to be found.
I opened the passenger door and sat down to wait for them, wondering what they were doing.
Several minutes later, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, showed up at the car sans daughter.
“Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar?” I ask concerned.
“She went to the bathroom.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said coldly.
“Something wrong?” I asked worried that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter confessed what we did to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and she was processing it.*
I didn’t have anything going on.
I assumed I’d be able to get a look at Nādirah Åzīm’s friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān in her skimpy Halloween outfit.
I figured, why not?
“Sure, yār. It’s not as if I’m doing anything tonight, and I don’t want Nādirah Åzīm to miss out on something she’s been waiting for. Do I need a costume or something, though?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah, Dad. Just wear the one I got. I haven’t even worn it yet, and we’re similar builds so it shouldn’t matter. Thanks for doing this for me. Your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife will really appreciate it.”
“We don’t have any extramarital affair.” I said curtly, “Yes, Farīdah Imām etcetera are countless my Musalmān stepdaughters in law are my wives now. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean my every Musalmān stepdaughter in law has extramarital affair with me.”
Al Muħammad Al Raħmān smiled ironically.
“I haven’t any objection at all even if your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife declares her live in relationship with you publicly. Everyone already believes in your extramarital affairs with your entire temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wives. No need to hide it from me.”
“Al Muħammad Al Raħmān, you…”
“Dad, will you do this favor to your Musalmān stepson or not?”
I smiled curtly.
“Okay. No problem. When am I supposed to be there?”
“Try to get there by six. I have to leave real soon, so I’ll leave the rest to you. Here’s the address. Have fun!” Al Muħammad Al Raħmān said, picking up my coat and briefcase, handing me the address before heading out the door.*
Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān turned and looked at me “How could you leave my daughter all alone after that experience?” she sounded annoyed.
I was confused for a second, then I remembered the cover story Saåīdah Zāfar used.
“She said she was fine and Pepe Le Peu scared the bejesus out of me. If I hadn’t run to the bathroom, my clothes would be unwearable.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I was saved from answering when Saåīdah Zāfar walked around the corner.
I swung my legs into the car and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, held Saåīdah Zāfar’s hand as she climbed in.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat on my left leg, with her legs over my right leg sitting almost sideways.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked around the car and started it.
“Wait, I left my soda on the roof”, Saåīdah Zāfar yelled, and jumped out of the car, before I could close the door.
I watched as she winked at me, put a single finger against her full pouty lips, and began to quickly strip out of her gown.
I was puzzled when she stood there naked for several seconds letting me look at her extremely beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, not as my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, but as a desirable Musalmān woman I have fucked and still was going to fuck, and fuck soon.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat in the same position as before and I could see everything.
Her pussy was completely clean shaven and her lips were engorged and shiny from her earlier orgasm.
Her nipples were painfully erect and were ripe for being kissed.
Once she was in position, she draped the gown over us like a blanket, hiding anything we were doing from prying eyes, if there were any.
As soon as we were back on the interstate, her hand pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of my shorts and began to stroke it.
I leaned in and kissed her again as my hands began to freely explore her now entirely naked young Musalmān body.
We kissed, as my hands got intimately familiar with the flesh of her stomach and breasts.
She broke the kiss and put her head on my shoulder, just as she did when she was a little girl.
The mock innocence of the gesture and the taboo nature of our behavior was a huge turn on.
Saåīdah Zāfar whispered to me.
I had to bite my tongue hard to stop myself from cumming when I heard those words and her warm breath on my ear. She lifted herself off me, and I lifted myself off the seat so we worked together to slide my shorts down my legs freeing my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls for her.
She pulled the dress aside and took a good look at my Uncut Hindu Dick.
She gasped and whispered in my ear,
Before she could shift positions, I took advantage of the Moment.
Bringing my hand down, I captured her nipple and squeezed it.
She gasped in delight, as I squeezed it hard.
My another hand found her other breast which was still covered.
I began to pinch and yank on her nipple.
I could tell she loved it by the sounds she was making and the way her cream was gushing out of her body.
Her words didn’t register right away because I was preoccupied with not blasting my cum from job I was getting, not to mention enjoying the sensation of one nipple in my one hand, one in another, and my Uncut Hindu Cock playing with her sticky sweet Musalmān hole.
When her words penetrated the fog of lust shrouding my brain, I swelled with pride.
I knew I was unusually large.
What man doesn’t want to be told he has the biggest Uncut Hindu Dick his partner has ever seen.
Releasing her nipple from my hand, she carefully lifted herself off my leg and pushed my legs together.
I was fighting not to cum too soon.
I didn’t want to explode before I had time to really enjoy her teenage Musalmān pussy to the extent she wanted.
As Family friend and my friend’s daughter we were about to break the final frontier again, now forever.
Then I felt it.
Her pussy had made contact again.
She paused and took a deep breath.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Dick more firmly, and began to lower herself.
She paused and lifted herself up a bit leaving only the head inside her.
My hands gripped the tops of her thighs, holding her in place.
“Don’t move unless you want this to end real quickly,” I breathe into her ear.
I lay my head back against the headrest and breathe deeply trying reducing my balls from boiling to simmer.
I began to mentally review client data from work to take my mind off the unbelievable ashvinātam pleasure coursing through my body.
After several minutes, I had myself somewhat under control and released Saåīdah Zāfar’s thighs.
My hands slid up her body to her breasts which I began to squeeze and rub, whispering in her ear,
“Go ahead baby; fuck your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Durgesh. Ride Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock until he fills his friend’s little Musalmān girl’s Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt with the same cream that gave life to everyone.”
Saåīdah Zāfar shuddered in a mini orgasm at my words.
She began to rotate her hips on my Uncut Hindu Dick as she surrendered to the passion that consumed us both.
I thrust into her, my movements limited by her weight on top of me, but any movement increased the pleasure I was feeling.
Saåīdah Zāfar began to match my powerful Hindu thrusts as we sped down the highway.
“Hey, you guys want a bite to eat? There’s a 24 hour drive thru at the next exit.”
“I could go for a nice big, hot, thick, juicy, wiener. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.” Saåīdah Zāfar replied, “And a thick, white, creamy milkshake to wash it down with.”
My Uncut Hindu Dick jumped at her words knowing what she was really saying.
“What about you, Durgesh? You want somethin’ to eat?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu of any drive thru!” I replied.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter giggled and her Musalmān pussy muscles squeezed my Uncut Hindu Dick as she continued to rock her hips.
“Well when we get home, maybe that can be on the menu.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.
“No more sex jokes please.” Saåīdah Zāfar said in a teasing tone, “I can’t fuckin’ take much more, and if you keep it up, I just might cum up with my own.” I made my Uncut Hindu Dick jump inside her to let her know I got her reference.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, laughed as she took the exit and followed the signs to the restaurant. “Seriously Durgesh, you want something?”
“Actually I have a sudden craving for a banana cream pie and a cream soda.”
“What!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said as My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters laughter clues her in on the pun.
“No! I’ll have a large order of onion rings, and a 7up.” then I whispered in Saåīdah Zāfar’s ear, “I have my wiener up your onion ring.” She moaned or groaned, I wasn’t sure but she kept riding my Uncut Hindu Dick as I played with her nipples that were so hard they could cut diamonds.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, pulled up to the speaker and placed our orders.
Then we pulled up to the window and waited for our food.
While waiting, I saw a video camera mounted on a pole pointing into our car.
“Hey baby want to put on a show for these poor fools stuck at work I said pointing to the camera.”
Saåīdah Zāfar looked up and seeing the camera she whipped the gown off our bodies and dropped it to the floor, exposing her whole body to the camera.
I moaned in pleasure and began to rock my hips to increase the joggle of her naked breasts, as she began to ham up her pleasure for the camera.
After several minutes of our public lewdness, I heard the cashier said,
“Here’s most of your food, just waiting on the onion rings to finish cooking. It’ll be another minute or so.”
Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself off my hard Uncut Hindu Dick once again exposing me to the camera.
Somehow, she was able to turn her body around so she was facing me.
She put one knee on each side of my body and lowered herself onto my cock.
“Cum for me, Durgesh. I want you to cum on camera. I want the loser who’s stuck watching that camera to see my Durgesh‘s Hindu cum blast out of his big hard Uncut Hindu Dick, all over into my Musalmān ass and Musalmān Cunt in that order strictly.”
That was all it took.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her cunt, felt her trap it between her wonderfully firm Musalmān ass cheeks and keep the friction going as I bit my lip to keep from grunting.
As my Uncut Hindu Dick convulsed and shot hot cum into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back. The first blast landed between her shoulder blades, and started to run down her spine.
Each powerful blast landed on her back as my body spasmed in orgasm.
Just as the last of my load oozed out onto her ass cheeks, we started to pull away from the drive through.
I waved at the camera and Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and blew it a kiss.
“For the third goddamn time, can one of you take this food!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s annoyed voice came over the present that was acting as a barrier between her and the taboo fuck fest that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I had been involved in for almost an hour.
“Oh sorry honey I was daydreaming and I think Saåīdah Zāfar fell asleep.” I replied reaching over to take the bags from her hand.
Saåīdah Zāfar had her hands wrapped around my neck and was holding me tight, on the verge of her orgasm.
If her Ammī hadn’t spoken at just that Moment, she would have been wracked with pleasure right now.
“Soon baby, soon, Durgesh will make you happy.” he just gripped me tighter and started to kiss my neck as I pulled out the food we had ordered. I put our drinks in the cup holders, figuring Missy had kept hers. Then I took out my onion rings, and her hot dog. Looking in the bag, I saw all that was left was a Large soft pretzel with a few packs of mustard and some cheese sauce.
Handing Missy’s food back to her, I said, “Thanks for this babe it really hits the spot.” While using some napkins to wipe my Hindu cum from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back.
“Yes it’s just what I wanted” Saåīdah Zāfar said as I cleaned her up.
“You guys are acting weird. You got a hot dog and onion rings and are acting like it’s Beef Stroganoff.” Missy said as we get back on the highway to finish our journey home.
“All the action wore me out.” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really needed a protein injection.”
“Saåīdah Zāfar!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said in mock horror.
“I must be tired. I’m starting to make sex jokes like you guys.” she said rubbing her ass on my Uncut Hindu Dick.
“Besides babe, when we get home you can be the one Stroganoff the beef.”
“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar said sounding just like her Ammī, and all three of us cracked up.
While we were all joking around, I secretly slipped an onion ring around one end of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s hot dog, and found another one that was the perfect size for an idea I had.
Saåīdah Zāfar squirmed around so she would be facing forward, and I handed her the hot dog.
She looked at it in puzzlement.
She licked the hot dog where it over hung the bun, right next to the onion ring.
I sighed as I envisioned this happening at home.
I had never before seen someone eat a hot dog so erotically.
I would never be able to visit a Nathans without getting a boner, but it was worth it.
Once she finished that, I was hard again and her pussy was resting right on top of my Uncut Hindu Dick, her lips hugging the shaft.
It didn’t take long before she grunted and started to writhe around having finally reached the climax that had been building since we left the rest area almost an hour ago.
When she had control of her own body again, she leaned back against me. Sighing she said,
“How long before we get home?”
“About 20 or 30 minutes,” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān replied.
“Durgesh, can I eat your last onion ring?”
“It’s all yours, baby.” I replied loud enough for My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to hear.
Then in a low voice only she can hear,
“I saved it for you…” I picked it up with my left hand and reached for her left hand with my right.
Taking her left hand in my right, I held up the onion ring and slid it onto her ring finger. “…with this ring, I thee bed.” I paraphrased the famous line we had heard just a few hours ago.
“Durgesh?” she said looking at her finger and then me.
“That is my promise that you will always be welcome to join me in my bed, no matter what.”
“Oh Durgesh,” she said as tears filled her eyes. “ I’ve wanted to be your lover since I was 15, and was always jealous of Ůzrah thinking you two were lovers.”
I kissed the top of her head and whispered,
“I’ve never made this sort of love to anyone but your Ammī since she got married to your Abbū, until tonight…well, except that one night on our honeymoon, but that’s another story. No woman has ever filled me recently with the passion, the desire, the animal lust as you did tonight. I promise you that one night soon our little fantasy will happen.”
Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and kissed me on the mouth her tongue even more aggressive than the first time we kissed.
My cock which had started to get erect shot to full size in record time.
Breaking the kiss, she said,
“No Durgesh! We can’t. You need to take care of Ammī when we get home.”
I knew she was right, but I still wanted to fuck her tight wet Musalmān twat now as much as she wanted.
I resigned myself to playing with her tits as we turned off the interstate and begin the journey through the surface streets to our house.
While I squeezed and fondled Saåīdah Zāfar’s breasts she kept lightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, to keep it hard and ready for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, when we got home.
Saåīdah Zāfar knew just how to touch me to keep me hard and horny without going so far that it would lead to another blast of cum on her naked Musalmān skin.
Turning onto our street, less than a mile from our house, Saåīdah Zāfar went into a panic.
Her dress was on the floor, and there was no way either of us could reach it to cover up and my shorts were around my ankles and under her gown.
“What the hell are we going to do?” she asked as our house came into view.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
As the sun shone through the wall of windows, I could not help admire the extremely beautiful young Musalmān body of my little princess sleeping next to me.
Remembering the night before, as the most beautiful woman I knew recently, had told me about her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, training her to be my new lover and to help me enjoy my life with the two of them more.
The last thing I could remember about our talking was that her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had left some tapes for her use and had left one for her to give me if this day had ever came.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had placed it into the player and said, “We are not to watch it until after our first night.
Well, our first night was over and guilt was starting to rise in Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
A daughter should never surrender to lust, step or else and she is only 19-year-old with her own stepfather Hindu or else.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had the most handsome stepfather.
My but perfect frame so close to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that not even air could slip in between our bodies and my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried in her tender wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was something Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had never thought possible.
She slowly moved away from the sleeping Anant Muslimātchod Hindu next to her so as not to wake me, but as my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of her delicious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, I moaned somewhat, but remained asleep.
She went to the bathroom, did her morning piss and turned on the shower letting the water warm.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam brushed her teeth, and stepped into the shower.
During this time, her thoughts were on the tapes, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and me.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam pulled on her robe and went toward the player with the tape.
There was her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, sitting in her favorite chair.
She still kept her smile and appearance.
The sparkle in her extremely beautiful extremely loyal to me Musalmān eyes, the hue of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin, the total package, all in a woman that knew she always had infinite time to share her undying Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān love for her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.
Another Mastānī of Bājīrāo?
Another Réħānah of Subhāsh Ghaī?
Another Saåīdah Kħān of Brij Sadānā?
Another Sārah Åbdullāh of Sachin Pilot?
Another Dimple Kapadia of Rajesh Khanna?
For the next three hours, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam set while the tape ran with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān telling her that her Daughter and she had spent the last few years learning to be.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me about how she had suggested to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam about things from birth control to applying make-up and most other things a mother and daughter would talk and share.
The stunning part for me was when Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān stood up but the camera did not rise with her.
It revealed her body. During the filming of this video, she had been completely naked.
On the table beside her, was her rather large collection of toys. Her large breasts (35in with a D-cup) showed no sign of drooping, her 26in waste and that beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at just over 36 inches of glorious sexy willing to please.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me that she had shown our child clips of our pleasure time and informed her that Ammī wanted but never demanded, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to look after me and to kick start my life if I still miss her whenever she isn’t with me.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t my wife.
She was my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife.
But Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is actually more than a wife to me.
Whenever she was with me, she never allowed me separate from her.
We both were always nude entirely.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was always either into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, in her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth or at least in her beautiful Musalmān hand.
She was always my integral part whenever she was with me.
That they were fuck tapes as well as masturbation and some group and yes even of her lesbian side.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān said that if she knew me as well as she thought she did, I would be feeling a mix of emotions about now and that was unnecessary because everyone was an adult and consented to the world of pleasure.
The next scene was of Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān placing the camera on a tripod.
At that point, she reached out, took hold of a hand, and pulled it toward the center of the room, showing her cinematographer to be her fuck buddy me.
She looked into the camera and said Al Tawaħīd Al Islam this one is especially for you because I know how much you love to watch me suck and fuck Durgesh the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies whether we are married to him or not.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān dropped to her knees, reached out, grabbed my belt, slowly unfastened it and with one quick movement unsnapped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear.
She wrapped her fingers around the massive Hindu shaft and started stroking with smooth gliding caressing movement.
The flowing movement of her sensual Musalmān strokes worked the excitement to a fevered pitch.
The moans from her Hindu lover were becoming more frequent and louder as she played.
She was a giving lover, and willing to show her appreciation by pleasing me if I would allow.
She licked, sucked, stoked, and with her other hand, cupped my balls all the while keeping her eyes on my face looking for the signs of a man in ecstasy, knowing that my release was going to be her pleasure.
As she cupped my nuts, she pushed forward only pulling back to where he was close to falling out of her magical lips before taking in more and more and then pulling back just to do it again.
Her favorite thing was to hum all the while keeping the sucking and licking going.
If I wasn’t careful and with extraordinary sexual prowess it was never possible that even I could last under her expert dick sucking more than 10 minutes.
Once she had her throat opened and relaxed, she would take both of her hands, place them on my hips pull my Uncut Hindu Cock from her mouth and tell me to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as hard as I could.
She was my wonderful cocksucker.
Moreover, when some overflow happened she never let it go to waste, her hands were there to catch it and she licked and cleaned her hands like a cat, savoring its pungent aroma and salty flavor.
After watching her suck my massive 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock, she spent the next 45 minutes spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , showing how her lips would gleam and swell, contract, pull and push my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out.
When she would ejaculate, there was so much and as mine, it shot over 3 feet away.
As soon as she had finished her orgasm, she flipped over, spread her ass cheeks, showing her tight brown star to the camera and requested me to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund into the dark asshole without stopping to lube it.
At that time in the tape, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me to turn and look at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam lying in my bed and know that she was her final give of love and to enjoy as if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was my fuck toy and to love her as I loved I had loved her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam slowly walked to the bed and pulled the covers off me.
I started to moan, and kiss back.
She slowly opened her mouth and before I could react she said, “once I grab your hips Durgesh, pound me like you do my wonderful Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, make me choke and swallow your Uncut Hindu Cock until you cum. Make me your Uncut Hindu Cock sucker!”
She worked and enjoyed having her young Musalmān mouth filled tasting my man-meat, keeping the eye contact and trying to take as much as was fucked into her warm wet my Uncut Hindu Cock-sucking Musalmān lips.
The experience would come with the more opportunity to practice, after all no one is great naturally.
I rolled her pretty pink nipples to cause the moaning from pleasure and pain run from her throat to my cock and in turn forcing me to pound even harder between her slobbering Musalmān lips.
I was telling her how good it felt to slam my pubic hair against her nose and my balls swinging into her chin.
Once again I wondered if she would be able to handle all my cum building in my Hindu scrotum and would it catch her by surprise?
Could her willingness overload her talent and desire?
Would I cause her reel away from all that was going on in this moment or would she enjoy and become more like her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān?
I thought all of these things as well as the football scores, the stock market bulls and bears, whatever it took to keep me from Cuming, as I wanted this to last as long as possible.
When I could no longer think about anything other than cuming, I howled,
“Suck me you fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, swallow my nut. Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, my God, you are so fucking hot, my little baby. Don’t stop until you get it all, bitch!” Then it came. Arrrrrrrrgu, I came and it was as if the sky had gone dark, I saw stars flying toward me and at the same time moving away.
My knees turned to rubber and I grabbed her head to steady myself.
When I recovered, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was holding and comforting me, smiling from ear to ear. She said,
“My goodness Durgesh, I think you enjoyed that as much as I did!” and to my surprise Al Tawaħīd Al Islam picked up the phone and ordered, “breakfast for two in the master suit, and bring some oysters as well because we will need them.”
She was amazing with her complete control as she climbed out of bed turning to kiss me before slipping into the bathroom turning on the shower and singing as her morning began.
She was just finishing in the bathroom when the steward knocked on the door.
The steward said,
“My name is Amīnah, and I am your morning steward, we did not have a chance to introduce ourselves yesterday but as we serve you we will each tell you who and what we are here to do to make your voyage aboard “Down on Me II” more pleasurable.”
At that moment, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came out of the bathroom and replied to Amīnah saying,
“Thank you so much, but today my husband and I will be staying in and fucking all day. If we need anything, we will definitely let you know and hopefully we will see more of you!”
I was aghast at how open Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about our plans and not a second of remorse or shame as to who we were.
Ashvinātam Sex has always happened only in private without the prying eyes of society because people have this ability to judge others.
As Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and I sat eating our breakfast, we talked about last night, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, the tapes, the itinerary, as well as the entire crew.
I found out that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had flown to Tampa and met the crew, made all the arrangements, chose the menus for every meal, made choices for everything except the weather, after all this was the Gulf of Mexico.
The most surprising thing was that she had paid for everything from the special account her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had sat up for her.
I found out that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had the forethought to take care of her baby in every way. Her schooling and enough money to last a lifetime without ever having to ask me for anything.
That was however not a disappointment for me after all I was the one who had made all the money, although Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had pushed me to be the very best businessman I could.
Therefore, money would never be a problem.
In addition, it did not hurt when we struck oil on not one but 786 of our land deals.
They were her special Salawāt.
I was continuously fucking her in them performing my Stavans simultaneously.
Of course, we both were nude entirely then.
However, it wasn’t anything new.
“If you want to thank me Durgesh, you can but you know what I want and how.”
During our meal, I made a decision that I would keep to myself for now at least. that would be to play with my baby and tease her by being the slow-handed lover that would take her to the point, then just stop short of taking her over the edge every time until she would be begging for total commitment.
I would make her cum but only not the biggest, never to the brink so to speak.
As she lay on the bed, I followed her steps, knelt beside her and kissed her tenderly with enough passion to allow her body to warm and start feeling desire for my touch.
I lightly placed my hand against the side of her angelic face drawing low moans from her.
Tracing down her cheek toward her delicate neck still tracing the long slops of her golden skin kissing everyplace my hand had been running my fingers down lower to her ample breasts cupping each one separately, just brushing across her nipples and tweaking each with a slight pinch to force them to stand at attention.
For my reward, she could only exhale with little coos and ahhhs.
When my mouth rested at her nipples, the salty sweet taste kept me there for a longer time than I had planned.
Her pink nipples were beginning to turn a more darkish reddish pink and appeared to strain against her skin to the point of causing discomfort but I stayed kissing, adding a little twist as well.
Her moans became loader and more rapid, yet I stayed.
When her hands reached around my head and tried to push me father down, I stopped and went up kissing her beautiful Musalmān lips again.
Much to her surprise she was not in control; I was.
When she realized that I was the one pleasing her, and she stopped trying to force me, she would receive more.
She was now aware that her Durgesh was much more than her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said.
I gave her tits a quick firm slap but not enough to bruise on my way to her tiny belly button.
Her squirming became uncontrollable and yet I stayed, still lingering, while kissing, and smelling her sweet but salty sweat as the beads began to build giving me full knowledge of her arousal.
Then it happened I started to move down again and she must have thought I was moving to her pubic area, I had to chuckle as I skipped down past her “V” and past her knees all the way to her feet.
As I massaged each of those lovely feet, I started moving up even slower than I moved down kissing behind each of her calves up to the bend of each knee kissing and tickling each until she began to moan out in open defiance yelling, “Please Please, Durgesh, you are driving me crazy. I need you NOW inside me!”
I froze and calmly said,
“No, you are not getting off that easy Princess.” I went back to the knees and started over.
I had never told her, “No” before and it shocked her more than anything I could have done.
The outer lips were swollen and not been touched as of yet, when they spread open the inner lips were clutching at air trying to find something to wrap around and pull into the abyss.
Slowly I worked my way up her inner thighs tasting and smelling the juices as they splashed around because of her movement.
There was just a moment when I thought about skipping back down but her body would not have stood for it.
My lips kissed her cunt lips and there it was.
She ejaculated with just one kiss.
The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping the creamy sweet cunt juice from gushing out.
I had never had a woman recently cum so much from just my lips touching hers.
I had won the battle even if she knew nothing about it.
She had passed out and when she woke, I was lying beside her.
I asked her a very simple question,
“Are you ready?”
“Durgesh, I am yours to do as you wish, without any reservations.”
I went back down to her open legs and started kissing and tonguing her slit and as I did reached up, finding her cobra hood surrounding her protruding clit.
Once I found it and lightly touched the magic button, juice started flowing and did not stop.
I felt her quiver repeatedly until she said.
“No more playing Durgesh! Fuck me, make me your Hindu cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sex goddess fuck over and over in every hole I have, but first stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck me till I pass out and then keep fucking me until you fill it with your Hindu cum!”
When I first entered her last night it was for a quick one to end the virgin part of her life I really did not think things would come this far.
That all changed when I watched the tape her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had made for me and I knew that this young woman, my princess, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter would be my long-term lover, my endless lover.
When I entered her still soaking Musalmān Cunt, it was slow and steady, not the rush to get it over with, to make it loving and tender for her enjoyment.
Something she would remember for as long as she lived.
As I pushed into her little hot Musalmān fun spot, I looked into her eyes and she back at mine.
I felt the love growing stronger between the two of us.
A bond, if you will, that can never be broken.
With each Hindu stroke of mine in and out, over and over she began to understand the love, between a Hindu man and a Musalmān woman and this was the first time she allowed emotions to show, her tears were not of sadness but joy and pleasure of knowing that her first time was with someone that loved her without conditions.
She knew what her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, felt after all the questioning and fear she had hidden to please her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
She felt as if her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had given her all the information as a cold fact.
Now she understood the heart of her loving Ammī and knew the love her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had for her and her Durgesh.
As I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tender young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , I could not remember the last time a Musalmān Choot felt this warm and wet, as tight as this was.
I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had told Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that I was a dominate and she had been a submissive sex goddess, but I did not know if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was going to be a submissive for me as well.
I knew that if the training were right, she would follow in her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s path.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came so many times that I lost track , but I was working to make sure that she would sleep for a while because if she did not rest soon, her body would give out and I would be back to no sex until she recovered.
The monster awakened.
She came one last time screaming out begging for me to fuck her faster and when she came her legs already wrapped around my waist pulling me in with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Cock, suddenly started to squeeze me so tight I felt my breath leaving my body.
When she finished I started to cum and I pumped hard strong and as fast as I could.
When my nut filled her, I was so deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, there was no movement from either of us for what seemed like an eternity and we collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam again woke before I did and had ordered lunch.
She had started the shower, and then woke me saying.
I laughed and said.
“Well as sore as my body is, I don’t think I could wash any part of myself. So I may need your help as well.”
We showered and simply held each other as the water washed over our bodies and we just poured the body gel on our heads and let the water foam it up and wash our bodies.
It seemed the steward knew when we had finished; she knocked on the door and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said,
Once again, Amīnah entered pushing the cart but, something had changed, or should I have said Amīnah had changed.
She had lost every stitch of clothing with nothing hidden.
I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and she burst into an uncontrolled laughter.
She was giggling as she tried to tell me what was going on, but she could not get a single word out because of her laughing.
“We were told that if you shared your bed with your lovely young Musalmān wife, we were to shed our clothing until we reached the next port and when we are out to sea it would be no clothing.” She looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and said, “Isn’t that right?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed and said,
“I had forgotten about that part. I hope you do not mind?”
I smiled and said,
Amīnah looked at the both of us and replied,
“We are here for your total pleasure no matter what it may be, day or night. Everyone of the crew is willing to participate, so feel free at any moment.”
“Well now this just got even more interesting! Right now, though I think we need to relax and rest up. At least I do but Princess if you feel the need to please, feel free!”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam commented,
“As sore as my kitty is right now, it may be a while for me as well.”
The three of us laughed and Amīnah left us to enjoy our lunch.
After finishing our lunch, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wanted a drink.
I left Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to relax and nap if she wanted, while I went to the bar more to stretch my legs more than for a juice.
When I got to the bar, the other steward was cleaning the room after what appeared to be a wild party.
As I walked to the bar I noticed she was nude as well and her body was as hot as Amīnah.
She looked at me and said,
“Good afternoon Mister Durgesh, my name Al Noor Al Islam and I am your afternoon steward.”
“Helloooo Al Noor Al Islam, please call me Durgesh.”
“Do you like what you see or do you want something else?”
“The sight is fantastic, but I could use a juice while I enjoy the fresh air and the view.”
Al Noor Al Islam was an excellent bartender and good company.
At this time, I was worn out to partake in anything other than a stiff drink.
We just sat and talked.
Al Noor Al Islam reminded me that we would be stopping in New Orleans shortly so everyone would be required to dress if we were going to shore or above deck.
I smiled and thanked her for the juice and the reminder.
After my juice, I went back to my cabin.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was up and in the shower again.
I reminded her that we’re about to hit port and she said she had to leave ship for a short while and that a surprise was coming for me, but when she returned, she wanted me well rested for a night on the town.
We would be in port for two nights.
It was my turn to sleep and catch up on my energy.
That was my plan.
Plans seem to fail when needed the most.
As I slept, I felt movement in the room and slowly opened my eyes, the bright white shirt of one of the stewards was there bending over to straighten items on the table.
She was quietly arranging things, as was part of her daily responsibilities.
I watched as she turned and bent forward away from me leaving me a perfect view of her pear-shaped gorgeous Musalmān ass.
It was magnificent.
I felt the familiar pulse of blood rushing to my Hindu cockhead.
The more I watched the more the blood rushed. Suddenly she turned and caught my eyes glaring at her chest, the two-button closure that held her shirt closed.
It was Al Noor Al Islam, she smiled and said,
“I am sorry, I did not want to wake you but this is the only time we can clean the rooms. Most of our guests go ashore and we work.”
I smiled and told her,
“It’s ok, but I hope you don’t mind that I watch as you work!”
She smiled and replied,
“Would you like to pretend that we are still out to sea and I wear my other uniform?”
I sat up, reached out, as I pulled her shirt a little closer and started unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her shirt, saying,
“I would love to see that uniform.”
When the last button of her shirt unfastened, the cabin door opened, and Amīnah stepped into the room with an arm full of towels.
She smiled and said,
“Sir, we thought you had gone ashore!”
There I was lying on the bed with a hand on Al Noor Al Islam’s shirt and she smiling as she twisted her beautiful Musalmān body to let the top fall from her shoulders.
“This is much better than shore leave.”
As she sat the towels into a chair, she pulled at her own buttons.
Very quickly, three of us were on the bed and Al Noor Al Islam had reached for my rapidly growing Uncut Hindu Dick and was shoving it into her beautiful Musalmān mouth while Amīnah had climbed into the bed behind me and had her mouth pressing on my ass cheeks.
When she had enough moisture on her lips she started licking the crack of my ass and her Musalmān tongue worked its way toward my asshole.
Once Amīnah had found my brown star, she tried to force her tongue into the hole.
Before I could say, “that is an outy only!” she buried it as far as she could, forcing me to ram forward deep into Al Noor Al Islam’s throat, causing her to gag.
I came way ultimately, although I stayed hard.
After spending the last 27 hours fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew.
Do not let anyone bullshit you, no one can fuck and abuse their cock as I have, so I finally said,
“I need to stop and rest for a while.”
I pulled my dick out of Al Noor Al Islam’s beautiful Musalmān mouth, pushed myself off the bed and fell into the chair just as the cabin door opened once again.
Putting her hands on her hips, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed,
“Well it looks as if you have been a bad Durgesh while I was away.”
Before I could answer, she said,
“Durgesh, here is your surprise, I hope you like it.” Sidestepping out of the way, her best friend in the world appeared.
“Rāħīlah Sultān, how are you? I can’t remember the last time I saw you and look at how you have grown!” I started to stand and remembered that I had nothing on, so I sat back down.
Rāħīlah Sultān was 19 years old and was about 5 inches taller than Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was but was much smaller everywhere else.
She had the blackest hair I had ever seen and behind her black-framed glasses were green Musalmān eyes that could see the soul.
Her breasts were a solid A-cup, but they were real, not store bought, so they matched slender body that she kept hidden under baggy outfits.
I had known her almost as long as I had known Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
I knew she was my princess’s lover and that she hated men, although she had a deep emotional bond toward me, more later.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān looked toward the bed seeing the two women naked and clearly not bashful, they quickly stripped, walked toward the bed-smiling saying,
“An all Musalmān girl party would be fun, can we join you?”
I took this opportunity to lock myself in the bathroom and turned on the water filling the hot tub for the first time, climbed in and soaked, don’t ask me how long because I slept.
When I woke, it was dark outside and I was wrinkled but relaxed.
When I came out of the bath, drying Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān were sitting, laughing, doing the friendship thing.
They looked at me and said they thought about waking me but I looked relaxed and our trip was just starting and how they wanted me to relax and enjoy everything.
We all dressed and decided to go ashore and have supper in the French Quarter at a nice restaurant.
We strolled down Bourbon St. as most tourists do and enjoyed a jazz club until after 3 a.m. and a leisurely stroll back toward our ship.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam asked me,
“Durgesh, do you mind if I sleep in my stateroom with Rāħīlah Sultān tonight?
I quickly answered,
“No honey, I could use a break.”
The rest of our walk we just held hands and breathe in the salt air.
I smiled with Al Noor Al Islam and Amīnah on my mind.
Are they still awake and should I find out?
Well, they both were available.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family
Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar
Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān
Durgesh Al Asmā Al SalmānNādirah Åzīm called out as her husband and I walked into the kitchen.
“Okay, boys, I’m heading out now!”
“I’ll see you later, honey.” Nādirah Åzīm said, kissing Muħammad Raħmān as she began to step out the door.
Before she walked out, she turned to me:
“And you, ever young Hindu man. You better not get into trouble with my extremely beautiful naughty Musalmān lady friends while we’re gone tonight. They are sex starved and they may drain you out of your so called infinite Hindu sexual prowess even. I don’t prohibit you to satisfy them sexually if they need it. Nevertheless I’ve warned you how ravenous they are sexually. Watch yourself not to be drained out completely.”
Muħammad Raħmān laughed,
“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, you are warning my Hindu stepfather as if you yourself need his skills after you return.”
Nādirah Åzīm smiled teasingly at her naughty husband.
“Maybe your joke come true sometimes, Muħammad Raħmān. Don’t kid me thus every now and then. I know you believe Durgesh and I too have extramarital affair despite our constant denials.”
Muħammad Raħmān laughed.
“I can’t believe Durgesh is so available to you and you are still loyal to me.”
“Are you impotent?” Nādirah Åzīm teased him.
“You know I’m not.” Muħammad Raħmān smiled, “Nevertheless, I’m not Durgesh after all. He is the Sex god, everyone believes it.”
Nādirah Åzīm didn’t reply Muħammad Raħmān.
She turned to me once more,
“We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning.”
“I know, I know, Nādirah Åzīm.” I started, “I’ll just be here serving your needy beautiful Musalmān lady friends. However, they aren’t ravenous. Their husbands leave them ravenous.”
“Okay, my over human Hindu stepfather in law, you are already called the Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt. They claim we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are having sex with you actually, however much we deny it. Nobody believes us even a bit. It’s all right. Enjoy them. They really need sex from you. Their husbands don’t take care of them optimum sexually.”
“Because they suspect them.”
“And aren’t they right? Don’t my entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends ravenously have sex with you?”
“Nādirah Åzīm, if their husbands had provided them it they would have never needed me.”
“Why don’t you tell them it? Aren’t they your own friends? They pay you monthly heavy amounts as your Sex Therapy sessions with their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives. Isn’t it a fact that they never want their wives cured? They actually want to get rid of them sexually.”
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
“Isn’t it a fact that today Musalmīn are tired of Islam actually? They have surrendered completely to the present materialistic western culture? They don’t want to waste their precious time in worthless sexual activities with their wives. They want to earn money instead. Their sexual responsibilities to their wives are burden for them. That’s why they have friendship with you.”
“You are not Sex Therapist for your filthy rich Musalmān friends actually.” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “They call you that to deceive you. Actually they use you as an extremely successful Hindu male prostitute for their over sexy Musalmān houseladies. Isn’t it true? Tell me you don’t understand it. You aren’t that foolish yourself. Isn’t it?”
Muħammad Raħmān held her hand.
“It’s alright, Nādirah Åzīm. Our entire present social system is rotten absolutely now. It’s true cure is Islam. But there isn’t true Islam anywhere itself. Instead of fighting with non Muslims for Årab Imperialism if we Musalmīn…”
“Let me tell your over human Hindu stepfather that he must never think his filthy rich Musalmān friends are innocent. They are not. They want their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to have extramarital sex with Durgesh so that they are free to do their corporate business more successfully. I hate these hypocrisy oriented swines.”
Muħammad Raħmān smiled at me,
“Sorry, Dad. She is angry now. You know she respects you but she can’t bear your hypocrite Musalmān friends.”
“I understand, Muħammad Raħmān. My plans were canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?”
“We’ll be at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s. She’s hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess.” Nādirah Åzīm said flatly. “Now goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she headed out the door.
I smiled sarcastically.
Nādirah Åzīm wasn’t so innocent herself as she tried to appear to everyone.
Why the hell otherwise she called me ‘sweetie’?
I was her father in law step or else.
I wasn’t her junior or equal even.
She never accepted me her father in law.
She still respected Muħammad Raħmān’s real father, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was a sophisticated innocent multimillionaire that was too ethical to understand his wives sexual needs.
I took advantage of his generosity and fucked his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān wives one by one.
She could not understand why Al Muħammad Al Åbbās and Al Muħammad Al Raħmān both thought I was innocent and their immensely loyal family friend.
Muħammad Raħmān smiled.
“You don’t know anything. Durgesh Dad isn’t fucking our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are fucking Durgesh Dad instead. If Durgesh Dad isn’t keeping it secret…”
“What secret?” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “What is secret there? Your youngest sister, Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān’s eighteenth birthday hasn’t too old to forget. Durgesh inaugurated your sister. She celebrated inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh for complete one year. In that inaugural party didn’t Durgesh fuck every beautiful Musalmān lady invited there? Didn’t he fuck your beautiful Musalmān houseladies too with immense fanfare openly? Even the videos were prepared of the entire celebration and released with great pride. ‘Durgesh inaugurates Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān at her eighteenth birthday, the youngest family member of Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family’. What is secret there I say?”
Muħammad Raħmān watched his twenty-eight years old extremely beautiful wife with immense sarcasm.
“And what about your own younger sister’s birthday? Didn’t Durgesh Dad inaugurate your younger sister Al Saħar Al Åzīm too? Didn’t your Abbū Åzīm Sāħab himself arranged for her inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh Dad? If our family does something it’s wrong and if your family does the same thing it’s right?”
“Certainly not.” Nādirah Åzīm said coldly, “I couldn’t stop Abbū in Al Saħar’s event but did I let my Abbū to inaugurate myself? Did I too celebrate my inaugural honeymoon with your Durgesh Dad?”
Muħammad Raħmān could not answer it.*
His parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend’s house, and his Ammī had left early to help get set up.
They were apparently going her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s from work, and my head immediately shot to images of Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān who came over almost every week and I knew pretty well.
This Nādirah Åzīm’s friend was an absolute bombshell.
She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest Musalmān women I’d ever recently met.
I’d imagined fucking her many times over the course of our acquaintance, and every time I met her, she winked at me, seemingly knowing something I didn’t.
I walked upstairs to my room, trying to picture what slutty costume she’d be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that.
She was married, though.
“Too bad,” I thought to myself.
I was set for a pretty interesting day with Nādirah Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān lady friends, and reserved myself to messing around in my room, when after a few hours, I heard the phone ring.
I walked out of my room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped.
I stepped down the stairs and saw Muħammad Raħmān had answered it. I overheard what Muħammad Raħmān was saying.
“Are you sure you need me?” Muħammad Raħmān asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a pretty big account. We can’t afford to have anything happen. I’ll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours.” He continued, replying to a voice I couldn’t hear.
Apparently Muħammad Raħmān’s work needed him for something.
Muħammad Raħmān hung up the phone and turned around, seeing me on the staircase.
“Dad! There you are!” he said, walking toward me.
“What’s up, Muħammad Raħmān?” I asked, wondering what had happened.
“Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It’s a few hours away. I probably won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”
“Oh nonsense, really? That sucks… What about your party with Nādirah Åzīm?” I asked, wondering what he planned to do.
“Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you’d go for me and tell your over ethical immensely conservative Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter in law, your Bahū Bégum, that claims she is too ethical to have sex even with you the supreme successful Sex Therapist nowadays. Haha. She is crazy. She thinks I really believe it. Even if she is really as foolish as she really never enjoy the unique sexual bliss only you can provide I don’t think you too are as a damn fool as to leave her without fucking until now. She is herself too beautiful to leave her without. Go fuck her and tell her I couldn’t come. I know she’ll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me, and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it’s Nādirah Åzīm’s friends and it’s kind of a drag, but you’d be doing me a huge favor.” Muħammad Raħmān explained.*
Asmā Salmān reached down and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick, “”Well the boys have all left for the airport to get back for their finals and the wedding party is either passed out drunk in their rooms or…:otherwise occupied. It’s just you me and Saåīdah Zāfar who’s over there, helping the DJ pack up. We have to get all the wedding gifts home.”
Asmā Salmān gestured to the mountainous stack of brightly wrapped boxes of all shapes and sizes that overflowed the two gift tables we had set up.
I looked at the stack of presents and nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll all fit in the Mercedes. Maybe we should have brought the Land Rover.”
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife refrained from saying I told you so, but isn’t quite able to keep the smug look off her face.
However, if we had brought the Land Rover, I would be sober, or we would be spending the night in the hotel, since she refuses to drive it.
“Saåīdah Zāfar, stop flirting with him, and get over here.”, I shouted across the room at my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, who was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, making her look a lot older than her tender age of 18 years.
The dress was a bright crimson floor length gown, with a slit up the left leg that stopped just short of paradise.
The bodice was strapless, sleeveless with a deep V, and it squeezed and lifted making even the smallest bust look mouth watering.
The gown had rhinestones encircling the waist, creating the illusion of a belt.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told me the dress was so tight none of the bridesmaids could wear even the skimpiest of thongs, without having unsightly lines ruining the look.
I was very excited about that, until I realized my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter would also be going commando.
When I first saw the dress, the bodice and upper part of the skirt looked to be painted on, and then it flared out big enough to hide a person underneath. It was so tight and form fitting, that I asked my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, if it was painted on.
“No, silly, it warps around the wearer and there are several bra type fasteners to hold it closed. When it’s not wrapped around a body, it opens to be the size of a blanket.
“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar cried in whiny teenage voice.
She handed the DJ a piece of paper.
She walked over to me.
Before she could voice her complaint to me about being embarrassed, I told her,
“Go to the front desk and ask them to send a couple of bellhops in here with a few luggage racks, then show them what to load.”
Turning to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “Pull the car up the side door down the hall, so we don’t have to walk across the entire hotel. That should save time. Meanwhile I need to change.”
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, turned and left as I picked up my gym bag.
“Durgesh, why didn’t you tell me to bring a change of clothes?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked.
“Because I figured you’d be going home with the DJ.” I reply teasing her.
“Durgesh!” she said as I walked away laughing.
It was harder than I thought to get out of a tuxedo and into a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt when My Uncut Hindu Prick is rocking my world.
I finished the task, without setting any speed records, and then headed out to meet my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to load the car.
Damn Al Muħammad Al Zāfar.
He left his wife and daughter to me because he had to attend a very important business meeting.
“But Zāfar,” I started to protest.
But he winked at me,
“You are my family Sex Therapist. Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān is your client. She is your responsibility now, not mine.”
I slapped him playfully.
As I walked by the bar, I stopped in and ordered three coffees to go.
It was already 1 a.m. and we had a two-hour drive home.
Moreover, I knew if my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, or I fell asleep, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, would be pissed.
If she fell asleep, we’d be dead.
When I arrived, there was already a huge pile of gifts to load.
“Thank God I played a lot a lot of Tetris” I joked to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as I began to carefully load the gifts to make sure nothing was damaged.
After almost 40 minutes of loading the car, all the gifts were packed in but only the driver and front passenger seat were left open.
One package was tall and long but thin, and it separated the driver and passenger seats leaving only a few inches open close to the roof.
“Good job genius, now we have two seats for three people.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said condescendingly. “Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar going to sit?”
I stood up stretching my back and looked to see if there was any way to shift things around to free up just one more seat.
Throwing up my hands in despair, I told My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, “There’s no way to fit her in the car.”
“How about we tie some stuff to the roof?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.
I shook my head.
“I don’t know what’s in the boxes and I don’t want anything damaged before it’s unwrapped.”
One of the bellhops who had been helping,..
Well, truth be told he was staring at My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter, more than helping,
But I really couldn’t blame him.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was still one sexy lady, especially for a mom of a 5 extremely beautiful daughters, the oldest being 25.
Hell she always is carded when her daughters go out for drinks.
And my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, his beautiful daughter. She always was an attractive girl, but during her teen years, she blossomed into a real heartthrob.
She was 5’4” and I swore 3′ of that was legs.
She had an hourglass figure with 10 extra minutes just to make sure.
She had been asked several times to be a model by talent scouts, but she wanted to use her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān brains, not her equally excellent beautiful Musalmān body.
During the planning for the wedding I overheard My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told the dress maker her measurements, 36B-24-36, and I remember thinking My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter is built like a brick shit house, and was never ashamed.
Well, why the hell should I?
The truth was the truth after all.
Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was more an ultramodern Westerner than he was a Musalmān.
Damn the bastard.
Then I saw her in this dress.
I was jealous of every person who has to see my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter in this dress, because they could all imagine stripping it off her young sexy body and doing things to her no father should ever know about.
“What did you say?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked the bellboy bringing me out of my reverie.
“When my parents helped me move to college, he said, “we had a similar problem. There wasn’t enough room in the car for mom Dad and me. So I drove and mom rode on my father’s lap.”
“Wasn’t it weird to have your mom sit on your father’s lap when you were present and driving the car…?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked the young man, pausing for his name.
“Ħamīd”, he offered his hand smiling at her in a way that made me want to punch him in his face. “Not really, it was actually one of the best road trips I’ve ever taken. It brought mom and Dad closer than ever before.”
His smile was really beginning to creep me out, so I stepped in front of Saåīdah Zāfar and said,
“Well, that won’t work. My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, needs to drive, so she can’t sit on Saåīdah Zāfar’s lap.”
“Maybe Saåīdah Zāfar could drive and Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān could sit on your lap.”
“That would work, if Saåīdah Zāfar hadn’t failed her driving test four times.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told Ħamīd.
“I guess there’s only one solution.” Ħamīd said.
Ħamīd probably wouldn’t have suggested it if his brain wasn’t being preserved in alcohol. “Missy…Mom…Ma’am …” Ħamīd must have been drunker than I thought.
He wasn’t even sure what to call my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife,
“Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drives and Saåīdah Zāfar sits on my lap.” I completed his sentence furiously.
“EWWW Durgesh…” she cried at the suggestion.
“Look honey…” I started to say, wanting to get my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter away from the drunken leeches that were coming back from the local bars and leering at her, as they slowly walked into the hotel, but Ħamīd interrupted.
“Saåīdah Ma’am, I felt the same way. But by the time the ride was over, my mom and my father were closer than ever. They visit me at least once a week, and I look forward to their visits. I’m sure it’ll do the same thing for you and Durgesh Sir.”
“Fuck it, I’m tired and want to get this dress off and get to bed. Let’s go.” Saåīdah Zāfar shouted.
Ħamīd gave me another of his creepy smiles as I got into the passenger seat and patted my lap for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter to join me.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got in the car and started it up.
Looking over at her, I could barely see the top of her head over the package.
Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter was settled in my lap, I reached out to shut the door, and I heard Ħamīd said,
“Have fun, Sir.” and then winked at me.
“What the fuck, is he queer,” I wondered as I shut the door.
We drove off into the night as I struggled to get the seat belt over us.
I was having trouble because a pillow was stopping me from putting the tab into the buckle.
I was about to say something when I realized that the pillow was actually my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters breast.
I froze in place not sure what to do.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat there not moving, as I let go of the seat belt realizing there was no way it would reach around two bodies.
Then the thought occurred to me that her knees must be pressed into the dashboard, so I reached under the seat to slide it back, forgetting about her dress.
All I found was a smooth soft supple leg as my hand got tangled in the material of the dress.
“Are you two okay over there?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, called out as we pulled onto the fairly empty interstate.
“Yeah Ammī, we’re fine.” Saåīdah Zāfar said with some amusement in her voice.
“How about you, honey, are you okay?” she asked me.
Saåīdah Zāfar twisted to look at me as I tried to formulate a reply and untangle my hand from her dress at the same time.
“I think Durgesh’s going nighty nice”, Saåīdah Zāfar said winking at me.
“He better not, we still have to unload the car when we get home, and you know Durgesh. Once asleep nothing will wake him up.”
“I’m awake,” I said, “just lost in thought.”
“If either of you need a break, let me know. And I can stop in a rest area. Otherwise I plan on driving straight through.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said.
Suddenly the car swerved to avoid something in the road, and Saåīdah Zāfar in her silk dress was sliding all over my lap.
The friction of her young adult Musalmān body on that part of mine, had the expected results.
Saåīdah Zāfar started to rock her hips, to get back into a comfortable position, which increased the attention my trouser snake was paying to the situation.
I tried to shift my hips so her body wouldn’t be rubbing against me, which only caused more rubbing.
“Durgesh, what’s that, it wasn’t there before?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter asked.
“What’s what honey?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.
“It’s nothing darling.”, I said not wanting My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, or daughter to know I was getting a hard on.
To My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “I had something in my pocket that was making Saåīdah Zāfar uncomfortable. If she lifts up off me for a second, I can fix it.
I wasn’t shocked at how tan and toned her thigh was, however.
I had enjoyed millions of them already, and still enjoying.
My Bhogchakr managed to produce always such conditions.
Holding herself up I could easily see the muscles in her leg supporting her.
That wasn’t what I needed to see at that time, it just encouraged me to grow some more.
Grateful for the way her gown draped over my lap, I slid my hands into my shorts and forced my swollen Uncut Hindu Dick to rest between my legs.
Before the adjustment was complete, one of her hands slipped and she collapsed onto me.
Her ass could feel my hand and her head whipped around to look at me realizing that the lump she felt was the one that was visiting her mother’s womb nowadays for her Sex Therapy.
“Umm Saåīdah Zāfar…” I said not sure what to say in this situation.
She quickly lifted herself up letting me free my hand, but my Uncut Hindu Dick was still pressing into her derriere.
Instead of trying to position herself for minimal contact, she seemed to be intentionally using her gorgeous Musalmān ass to encourage it to grow more.
What a family.
She too was enjoying it instead of being embarrassed.
She spread her legs even wider so I could see almost her entire leg.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was beginning to throb under her, and Saåīdah Zāfar gasped as it started to poke up into her soft round Musalmān globes of flesh.
Saåīdah Zāfar had been sitting mostly upright this whole time, but now that my Uncut Hindu Dick and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were getting so well acquainted, she leaned back against me, and at that Moment, I realized that the gown was not designed to protect modesty.
Looking down over her shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her breasts and even part of her areola.
That was all it took.
My Uncut Hindu Dick sprang and became rather insistent that it be freed.
My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist.
Saåīdah Zāfar smiled at her victory, took my right hand in hers and put it on her inner thigh under the gown.
When I felt the forbidden flesh, I bent my head down and took a deep breath of her sweet smelling hair as my Hindu male body began to react like a man’s body instead of a family friend’s.
My hand started to rub and caress her beautiful smooth Musalmān thigh, as my mouth found her neck and began to kiss it.
“Mmmm” she moaned as I lightly nipped her tender skin.
She offered no resistance so far, even though part of her brain was screaming that this is not something a family friend should be doing to his friend’s daughter, but a bigger part of her was saying shut the fuck up and see how far you can go with this sexy young adult Musalmān teenager.
My Hindu male body shuddered in pleasure.
Saåīdah Zāfar brought both her hands to her chest and began to squeeze her breasts.
I was encouraged by watching her.
I slid my hand up and found her pussy.
I was shocked it was so wet, and I started to caress it with my fingers.
“What feels nice?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.
“Durgesh is massaging me, and it feels wonderful. I don’t want him to stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar said as she took my other hand and placed it on her soft firm breast.
“You better give me a massage when we get home, buster, or you won’t be getting what you want.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, teased me as we continued down the interstate.
“I will honey. I will.” I replied as my hand freed my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s right tit from her gown.
I just sit there mesmerized at the view of her perky young Musalmān tit flesh.
“You guys know I’m here, right?” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really don’t want to know about your bedroom stuff. That’s gross.”
I chuckled as I began to rub her exposed nipple, and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, replied “Oh grow up Saåīdah Zāfar! Sex between two people who love each other is natural and normal, as you’ll learn one day.”
“Oh, I’ve had sex Ammī.”, My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter announced, as she pulled down her top freeing her other breast for me to play with, “I just don’t want to picture you two fucking.”
I knew her well enough to tell she was shocked that Saåīdah Zāfar wasn’t a virgin, and she was going to let the subject drop for now.
She would wait until she was alone with Saåīdah Zāfar and not so tired and then there would be hell to pay.
I felt no such restraint.
“You’re not a Virgin?” I asked in shock as I slid a finger into her pussy.
I was feeling mixed emotions at the Moment,
I was upset that some dirty nasty boy had used My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter for his pleasure, but on the other hand, it meant that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a cock tease and I just might get to fuck her.
“OH Durgesh be real. I haven’t been a virgin since 9th grade.”
My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in joy on hearing these words, and I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices begin to freely flow. “So you’re a little slut.” I said teasing her as I pinched one nipple and then the other.
I could feel the atmosphere in the car change with those words.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got very tense and stopped speaking.
Saåīdah Zāfar had basically invited me to fuck her, and to let her know I accepted, I pushed a third finger into her folds and began to finger fuck her.
As we drove down the highway in silence, I kept fingering her and playing with her exposed tits.
I yanked my hands off my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter cautious that somehow she had seen what I was doing.
I was trying to form a reply but Saåīdah Zāfar beat me too it.
“The 18 wheeler next to us. He’s been pacing us for a few miles and it’s making me nervous.”
I looked out my window and sure enough, there’s a tractor-trailer right next to us.
I look up at the long bearded Musalmān driver who gave me a thumbs up and a big smile.
I realized he’s been watching my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I fool around.
“I think he noticed your daughter, especially the way the gown enhances her.” I said to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
Saåīdah Zāfar blushed when she realized she’s not only exposed to me but to any other travelers on the road.
Hurriedly she covered her breasts and tried to push my hand out of her dripping wet Musalmān pussy.
“Fucking pervert.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said and slammed on the brakes to let him pass us.
Then she moved behind the truck to protect her daughter’s modesty.
“I’m going to pull over at the next rest stop. Let him get a few miles ahead of us, and I need to use the restroom.”
“Okay dear.” I said, “I can stretch my legs.”
We pull into a rest area.
The truck side was packed full of big rigs, but the car area was empty.
No one was moving around.
We had the place to ourselves.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, parked the car and shut it off.
I pulled my hand out of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and she adjusted her gown to hide her leg.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked over to our side of the car, opened the car door and helped Saåīdah Zāfar out.
I climbed out with a groan, not realizing how stiff my legs had gotten.
“I’m going to take a walk and work out the kinks in my legs” I said, my face reddening at my words.
I hoped it escaped notice since we had parked in a dark area of the rest area.
“I’ll walk with Durgesh.” Saåīdah Zāfar said taking my hand in hers.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, nodded, turned and headed towards the bathrooms.
She looked at it gently stroking it and I leaned back letting her.
She kissed the tip, then took the whole thing into her young beautiful adult Musalmān mouth and began to give me one of the most erotic blowjobs I ever experienced recently.
She wasn’t all that talented, but being half in the bag, combined with the multiple taboos made it so much better.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter made up for in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.
I was wrong.
It was stiff before, now it was hard.
I didn’t want to waste my load in her mouth.
I pulled myself out of her warm mouth and pulled her up.
Decades of pent up passion were focused in this kiss.
The duel our tongues fought made the sword fight between Inigo Montoya and the Dread Pirate Roberts look like a square dance.
Regrettably, I broke the kiss and spun Saåīdah Zāfar around, so she could lean up against the wall.
I squatted down and with my hands, I pulled open her dress at the split.
I, even the utmost experienced utmost successful Sex Therapist couldn’t deny it.
I couldn’t resist.
I buried my face in My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s sopping wet Musalmān pussy and began to kiss it all over.
The clacking of heels on cement announced My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s imminent arrival and our probable getting caught. But I just couldn’t stop now.*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Durgesh Āmnah Iqbāl
The first time Āmnah Iqbāl enjoyed Ashvinātam with Durgesh was when she was 28 years old.
She was a PhD already.
Durgesh was still living at home.
And why the hell shouldn’t he?
It was his own house.
Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t another option except to live with Durgesh.
She never had.
Āmnah Iqbāl laughed sarcastically.
Were they really Musalmān?
They don’t deserve the pious name of Musalmīn even.
Āsif Muħammad was a Pakistani.
He deserted her ten years ago.
And that shattered whatever was left of her self-esteem.
Because of what he did to her, Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man since the day he left, sexually or otherwise.
So it may not be so surprising what eventually became of our already close relationship.
It isn’t true.
It was never true.
Yet most of the Musalmīn never believed the truth.
Ask the bastards.
Ask the munāfiqīn.
The first day it happened Āmnah Iqbāl had barged in on me while I was fucking her best friend Al Tawaħīd Al Islam in my room.
Āmnah Iqbāl was bringing in some of my clothes into my room that Āmnah Iqbāl had just got through washing.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam apparently got so horny that she forgot to lock my door when Āmnah Iqbāl came barging into the room carrying the clothes basket.
I was fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam contently with my pants and boxer shorts around my knees and didn’t notice Āmnah Iqbāl in the room at first.
Then I gazed over at Āmnah Iqbāl standing in the doorway of my bedroom with this horrified look in her beautiful young Musalmān eyes.
Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t think it was such a big deal herself.
Āmnah Iqbāl was well aware of what I did in the privacy of my own room and wasn’t shocked at all by me doing this.
Āmnah Iqbāl just turned her head to the side and remarked casually, “Oops, sorry!”
Āmnah Iqbāl was about to walk out of my room and let me finish up, but, something inside of Āmnah Iqbāl made her turn back around and have a second look.
Āmnah Iqbāl probably should’ve just turned around and walked out of her stepfather in law’s room altogether without looking back, but Āmnah Iqbāl had to take just one more peek.
And that’s when it all started.
Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t seen a man’s penis since her ex-husband left her and subsequently divorced her for he couldn’t provide Āmnah Iqbāl optimum sex.
So Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t prepared at all to see her stepfather in law’s fully extended Uncut Hindu Penis in action into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Āmnah Iqbāl guessed I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was walking out of my room because we had stopped trying to cover ourselves, when Āmnah Iqbāl started to turn around to initially leave my room.
Or maybe, just maybe, I wanted Āmnah Iqbāl to see my schlong. Whatever the reason, when Āmnah Iqbāl turned back around to have her peek, Āmnah Iqbāl could clearly see my hard, throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick visiting vehemently Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s beautiful young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, from where Āmnah Iqbāl was standing.
And it turned Āmnah Iqbāl on!
What a penis!
Āmnah Iqbāl dropped the clothes basket on the floor and slowly began to stride across the floor to her sexy, well-endowed Hindu stepfather in law.
Āmnah Iqbāl sat down on the edge of my bed still staring at my big, handsome Uncut Hindu Cock still going into, coming out and again vanishing into her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I glanced up at her face and saw that Āmnah Iqbāl was looking away from me.
Her face flushed and her mouth was quivering slightly.
I obviously couldn’t stop fucking her friend.
It wasn’t possible at all.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam needed it very much.
I looked bravely at Āmnah Iqbāl.
I wasn’t doing anything unjust.
Why the hell should I be ashamed of consequently?
Yes, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam left the door unlocked from inside.
How the hell was I responsible for it?
Āmnah Iqbāl was so embarrassed and flustered at having her gaze upon me in such a lustful, lascivious way.
Or maybe Āmnah Iqbāl was excited at having a grown woman, even my own stepdaughter in law, admiring me the way Āmnah Iqbāl was doing for probably the first time in her young life.
Āmnah Iqbāl gazed back down at my throbbing Hindu member and found herself literally drooling the more she kept staring at me.
Āmnah Iqbāl finally reached out with her hand and gently touched the middle of my prick with the tips of her fingers.
Her touch caused it to throb that much more.
Āmnah Iqbāl immediately pulled her hand back as if Āmnah Iqbāl had just touched a rattlesnake!
Āmnah Iqbāl gazed up at me one more time.
Then Āmnah Iqbāl did something I’d never thought Āmnah Iqbāl would do to her own Hindu stepfather in law.
Her body trembled slightly as Āmnah Iqbāl lowered herself down until her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were almost touching my Uncut Hindu Cock, still vanishing into her best friend’s young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Oh, Durgesh,” She moaned out to me as Āmnah Iqbāl sniffed both my Uncut Hindu Cock and her best friend’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock smells so good!”
“Nonsense,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock always radiates the ever best fragrance of your Stavans and your other positive deeds according to Ved/Hindutv into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
“I think you both are correct.” Āmnah Iqbāl said.
She then heard her best friend moaning along with me while Āmnah Iqbāl was sniffing me up and down.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was clearly more turned on by what Āmnah Iqbāl was doing to me just like Āmnah Iqbāl suspected Āmnah Iqbāl was.
This, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl even more turned on . . . and incredibly horny!
Āmnah Iqbāl scooped up our junction, which were just as impressive as the organ they lay under, with her hand and slowly ran the tip of her first finger up and down my extended Hindu shaft.
After playing with me like this for the next minute or so, Āmnah Iqbāl grabbed my cock in the middle and slowly started to stroke it.
This obviously felt really good to me because I started to hump her hand as well as her best friend.
Āmnah Iqbāl gripped my prick tighter as I fucked her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam harder.
“Oh, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I moaned out to her as I kept fucking her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam. “That feels so good!”
Her breathing grew heavier the faster I humped her hand.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam opened my mouth and started to wail out loudly.
Āmnah Iqbāl looked down and could see come droplets forming at the tip of my penis.
Āmnah Iqbāl knew that was a clear sign that a man was about to ejaculate.
Āmnah Iqbāl reached up with her free hand and pulled my shirt up to my neck because the last thing Āmnah Iqbāl wanted was to clean a big come stain out of her stepfather in law’s shirt!
Not taking her eyes off my face as I came.
I kept humping her hand as I kept shooting my load into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
Her wails soon turned into soft moans as I started to settle down a bit.
Āmnah Iqbāl looked back down at my penis and saw that, except for a few clear droplets, I had stopped ejaculating.
Āmnah Iqbāl lifted her hand up to her face and did something that Āmnah Iqbāl had never even done with her husband:
It tasted hot and salty . . . and tasted good!
Āmnah Iqbāl decided Āmnah Iqbāl wanted to taste some more of my Hindu spunk.
Not taking her tongue off my body once as Āmnah Iqbāl was licking me off,
I looked down at Āmnah Iqbāl and gave her a rather lustful smile.
However, when Āmnah Iqbāl bent down to kiss me, she turned her head away from me before reaching my Hindu male lips.
I guess it was difficult for Āmnah Iqbāl to fully accept what had just happened between us.
I gave her a light peck on the cheek.
Āmnah Iqbāl got up off my bed and finally walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.*
I didn’t come out of my room the rest of the night.
When I got up the next morning, Āmnah Iqbāl was already in the bathroom getting ready.
After some time, Āmnah Iqbāl was sitting at the kitchen table having her morning cup of coffee when she saw me walking towards the door in a hurry.
I was probably hoping Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t notice me leave.
Well, Āmnah Iqbāl did.
“Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl called out to me, “come into the kitchen for a minute, would you please, my love?”
I stopped at the door, my hand almost touching the doorknob, then I slowly turned and walked into the kitchen.
Āmnah Iqbāl was standing away from me not even batting an eye in her general direction.
Her face was flushed just like it was the day before when we . . . well, you know!. . .
And her body was shaking a little.
Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at her own nervousness as Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a playful, teasing way,
“Come over here and talk to Āmnah Iqbāl. I promise Āmnah Iqbāl won’t bite you.” Āmnah Iqbāl shrugged as she added teasingly, “Well, not unless you ask me to!”
I paused for a brief Moment before I very confidently stepped over and stood in front of Āmnah Iqbāl, still looking at Āmnah Iqbāl bravely.
Hell, why shouldn’t have I?
I hadn’t done anything wrong.
If anything wrong was done even, it was done by Āmnah Iqbāl herself, not by me.
It was natural for me that I fucked her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
Āmnah Iqbāl turned in her chair to the side and looked up at me.
“Durgesh, now you were not going to leave me alone here after you, without saying goodbye to your Āmnah Iqbāl, now were you? Even if I have done something wrong.” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me, taunting me a little.
“Certainly not, my dear,” I smiled, “I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“Good! Thank you.” Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at me in mock enthusiasm.
She looked straight at my Hindu crotch and noticed the big protrusion between my legs.
I was wearing a pair of baggy shorts pulled down with the top of my white underwear sticking out, which was the style among teens today.
In Āmnah Iqbāl’s opinion, I had apparently done this in an attempt to hide my bulging Hindu package.
She guessed I couldn’t even look at Āmnah Iqbāl now without getting a hard-on!
Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling her confidence level rise just like her Hindu stepfather in law’s penis, and this, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl bolder.
“Mmmm,” Āmnah Iqbāl cooed as Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling me up, “is this for Āmnah Iqbāl, my love?”
“What the hell else do you think, Sālī?” I smiled bravely winking at her.
“Well,” Āmnah Iqbāl began, “Āmnah Iqbāl will just have to take care of this, won’t she?”
I said nothing as Āmnah Iqbāl pulled down my shorts and then my underwear.
My pecker nearly hit Āmnah Iqbāl in the face as it popped out of my underwear.
Āmnah Iqbāl glazed over my cock for a Moment like Āmnah Iqbāl did the day before when Āmnah Iqbāl saw my rock-hard, well-hung Uncut Hindu Penis visiting her best friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for the first time.
Āmnah Iqbāl took it in her hand and began to stroke it more forcefully than the way Āmnah Iqbāl had yesterday.
I started to moan aloud the harder Āmnah Iqbāl stroked me.
Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her other hand around my shaft and started to beat me off with both hands as she took more and more of my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I was so large and well-endowed that Āmnah Iqbāl was only able to a little more than half of me inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
But that was okay judging by my rather passionate reaction to Āmnah Iqbāl giving me head.
I began to thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth a little and fuck Āmnah Iqbāl’s throat similar to the way I’d done her hand in my bedroom the day before.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust my pelvis back and forth a little bit more as if Āmnah Iqbāl was trying to keep up with me.
Āmnah Iqbāl took my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as she lifted it up and sucked on my balls.
This caused me to throw my head back and wail out even more as Āmnah Iqbāl bit, pulled and sucked on my two big and hairy balls with her beautiful red crimson young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and teeth.
Āmnah Iqbāl let go of my nuts and asked me while Āmnah Iqbāl stroked my cock with one hand,
“Do you like what Āmnah Iqbāl is doing to you? Are you enjoying yourself, Durgesh?”
“Yes, Āmnah Iqbāl, why not? I’m not impotent. I love it very much myself, mérī Jān.” I groaned, my head still thrown back in ecstasy.
“Good, Allah térā lakh lakh shukr hai.” Āmnah Iqbāl said again, this time with genuine enthusiasm.
Āmnah Iqbāl slipped my Uncut Hindu Penis back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked and masturbated me with both hands again to finish me off.
As Āmnah Iqbāl had expected, it didn’t take long as my wails and moans turned into near-screams as I sprayed into Āmnah Iqbāl’s extremely busy working mouth and filled Āmnah Iqbāl’s mouth with my thick, burning Hindu semen.
Āmnah Iqbāl held her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide open so Āmnah Iqbāl could catch my escaping Hindu sperm that I was shooting into her mouth and beat me off so hard and so fast that I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was going to pull my dick right off my body!
I shot such a huge load, as a matter of fact, that it caused Āmnah Iqbāl to remark lustfully to me,
“Sure, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I said smiling as I finished coming.
Āmnah Iqbāl removed her hands from my penis, and licked and swallowed every bit of my Hindu jizz, just like Āmnah Iqbāl did before, that had splattered her hands.
Āmnah Iqbāl stood up from her chair, pulled up my shorts and underwear and whispered to me in my ear,
“When you get back home from your Sex Therapy this afternoon, Āmnah Iqbāl will have a big surprise waiting for you.”
Before I was able to respond to what she’d just told me, Āmnah Iqbāl kissed me very passionately on the lips.
Āmnah Iqbāl finished kissing her Hindu stepfather in law as she gave me one last lusty smile.
I patted Āmnah Iqbāl on the ass and told her,
“Now I’d better get to my Sex Therapy clients. You don’t want me to be late there, do you, darling?”*
I walked in through the front door and started calling out for Āmnah Iqbāl.
“Āmnah Iqbāl,” I called out, “Āmnah Iqbāl, where are you?”
I looked in every room in the house and finally found Āmnah Iqbāl lying on my bed in my room.
The surprise I’d told me about was that Āmnah Iqbāl was lying completely nude on my bed ready to give me the best, and very likely the first, fuck of my life.
I stopped and stood in the doorway to my room when I saw Āmnah Iqbāl on my bed in her naked state.
“Welcome home, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a lascivious tone. “Āmnah Iqbāl’s been waiting for you.”
Like I did that morning in the kitchen before I went to Sex Therapy, I just stood there gaping at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nakedness. Āmnah Iqbāl could see my cock immediately springing to life inside my baggy shorts.
I knew, we both knew, that this would be an experience that I, that neither of us, would forget for a long, long time.
After the initial shock finally wore off, I marched over to the bed where Āmnah Iqbāl was lying and took off my clothes.
Āmnah Iqbāl laughed at me when I nearly fell over, as Āmnah Iqbāl was taking off my clothes.
Āmnah Iqbāl was so excited just like a little kid on Eīdul Fitr morning!
I laughed along with Āmnah Iqbāl as she removed my final article of clothing and eagerly hopped into bed with Āmnah Iqbāl.
I laid on top of Āmnah Iqbāl and gazed down at her with an unmistakable lustful gleam in my eye.
I wanted to fuck Āmnah Iqbāl and fuck her bad!
Āmnah Iqbāl reached down with one hand and slowly guided my fully-aroused Uncut Hindu Cock into her wet, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.
We both moaned as I entered Āmnah Iqbāl.
I knew with this being my first time with her, Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t be a gentle lover, but I didn’t mind.
Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man in so long.
And I didn’t disappoint Āmnah Iqbāl as I filled Āmnah Iqbāl to the hilt with my long, hard Uncut Hindu Lund and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as if this would be the last fuck of my life, which, of course, Āmnah Iqbāl would make sure it wasn’t going to be.
Being an extremely well-endowed ever young Hindu man, I was hitting places inside of her that had never been touched before by any man, and that especially goes for her short-dicked Musalmān husband, Arraħīm Arraħmān!
Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around my ankles and sank her fingernails deep into the flesh of my ass as I continued to give Āmnah Iqbāl the fuck of her life!
Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her hands around the back of my head and drew me closer towards her as Āmnah Iqbāl whispered groaningly in my ear, “You can come inside of me if you want to, my Hindu stepfather in law. My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
Āmnah Iqbāl was past the situation where Āmnah Iqbāl had to worry about getting pregnant.
Āmnah Iqbāl let me know what it feels like to come inside her.
And, with this being my first time with her and all, Āmnah Iqbāl knew it would take long for me to come.
I would fuck her nonstop as if to infinity.
Āmnah Iqbāl had prepared herself for it mentally.
And it really went on to be so.
Hours of my nonstop sexual Hindu assault on Āmnah Iqbāl were passing now.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was nonstop vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt, coming out of it till only its head was inside, then again vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt.
The same action was being repeated nonstop for hours.
Āmnah Iqbāl wondered how much I wanted to fuck her.
It seemed I would fuck her until we both exist.
Āmnah Iqbāl clawed her fingernails deeper into my ass flesh and waited for me to shoot my Hindu load inside Āmnah Iqbāl.
“Oh, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl groaned along with me, “that’s it! Shoot your wonderful Hindu come inside me! Come inside me! Come inside Āmnah Iqbāl!”
I kept fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until Āmnah Iqbāl was completely spent.
I fell down in a heap on top of her and we laid there in bed for Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t know how long until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Āmnah Iqbāl taught me once again not only how to fuck a Musalmān woman, but how to kiss a Musalmān woman’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, how to rim a Musalmān woman’s gorgeous Musalmān asshole, how to administer foreplay, how to kiss a Musalmān woman that will send shivers up and down her spine and make her want to jump your bones, all of it.
And I, naturally, was a more than willing student once more to please her at least.
For a special present, Āmnah Iqbāl even let me fuck her in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, which was something else Āmnah Iqbāl had never let any other man, including her no-account Musalmān husband, do to her before.
Āmnah Iqbāl couldn’t say Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t at least a little jealous by this, but, hey, I can’t keep fucking only Āmnah Iqbāl forever, can I?
But, on my busy days, Āmnah Iqbāl made sure to remind me that, if I ever ran into troubles with my Musalmān lady clients, my Musalmān live in relationship partners, my Musalmān lady friends, I can always come home to Āmnah Iqbāl to get support from her even out of the way.
I kept fucking her always as vehemently as she wanted me to.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.
Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,
“NO I do not want to go”.
Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.
I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.
“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.
“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”
“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”
I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,
“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”
I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”
“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”
Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.
“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”
I was stunned.
“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I was dumbfounded.
“And…and you never told me?”
“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”
“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.
“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.
“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”
“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”
“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.
“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”
There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.
“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.
“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”
“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”
“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”
“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”
“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe it.
Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.
He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.
She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.
Yet he threatened her to divorce?
And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?
“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”
However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.
I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.
She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.
Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.
I did not question her choices on the subject.
She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.
When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.
About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,
Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.
She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.
If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.
Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.
For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.
She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.
On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.
Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.
Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.
We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.
One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.
I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.
She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.
She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.
One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.
Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.
Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.
Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.
She brought a bottle wine.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”
I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”
I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.
She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.
She loved her Ammī more.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.
“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”
She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.
The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.
This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.
While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.
Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.
My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.
I controlled myself immediately.
Stop being unduly sentimental.
I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,
“Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”
“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”
“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.
We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.
Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.
My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.
It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.
I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.
There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!
What was I doing!
Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.
Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?
She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.
Was I a pervert?
I never thought of having sex with her.
Would she ever want to dance with me again?
She loved every moment of it.
The music stopped.
I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.
As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.
She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.
The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.
I nodded my head and smiled gravely.
I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.
I was still erect.
For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?
Anyone could satisfy its need.
Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.
I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.
“Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”
My reply was shock at first.
Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?
In my food?
What the hell she is after, after all?
She kept talking.
I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.
That is when she said,
“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”
“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”
“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”
My Princess kept talking,
“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”
I was shocked.
Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.
It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.
I was immensely grave!
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.
She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!
It was not a father daughter kiss.
It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!
My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.
It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.
I was Sixty-Seven now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.
She was practically now my present Chief Wife.
There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.
It wasn’t anything new now for me.
Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.
It was absolutely normal for me.
I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.
They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.
It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.
Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.
It was not a marital honeymoon however.
It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.
Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*
I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.
The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.
They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.
The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.
Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.
“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.
“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”
“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”
“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”
“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.
Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?
Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?
The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.
The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.
The business is more important now than family virtues.
The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.
The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.
They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.
Is it the twenty first century?
Sex is so insignificant now?
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The womankind everfirst
It was in the evening when the telegram from the Swedish Embassy in Ved Nagar clattered through the electric machine of the telegraph office.
The girl on the machine at the time pulled the message out with a yell.
“Look it who won the Nobel Prize!” she shouted.
The other girls came out of their chairs running, and the jubilation, the joyousness attracted the three delivery humanoid robots also.
Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servants at all.
Eventually, the exclamations and the buzz of excitement brought Muħammad Ħanīf, the manager, out of his cozy cubicle.
He was reading the Constitution of Ved Nagar and drinking a juice, beside the heater.
Muħammad Ħanīf appeared buttoning his trouser up.
“What’s up?” he called out, “What’s up? What’s going on here?”
One of the girls passed the strip of tape to Muħammad Ħanīf.
He read it.
Muħammad Ħanīf grinned broadly.
“Allah! Alħamdulillāhi rabbil åālmīn. It’s a big day for all of us.”
“Let me deliver it.” One of the girls offered cheerfully.
“What do you think of me, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl?” Muħammad Ħanīf smiled at her, “Am I a damn fool? This is solemn occasion. Isn’t it? This is something Mr. Muħammad Ħanīf would do personally.”
“Bet you just want to have yourself another look at your fiancée, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.”
Muħammad Ħanīf was startled somewhat.
He never anticipated Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl could dare such a tease to him.
Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was interested in Durgesh, yet she couldn’t get anywhere near Mr. Mayor.
It wasn’t that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl wasn’t beautiful.
If it would have been so, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl would never herself had dreamed of Durgesh.
The fact that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was extremely beautiful had made her dare to dream of Mr. Mayor.
“Take care, sister,” Muħammad Ħanīf said sympathetically, “This message here is too important. You get it ready now.”
He read the message once more.
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE. THE PRIZE WILL BE A GOLD MEDALLION AND A CHEQUE FOR ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS STOP THE AWARD CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE IN STOCKHOLM ON DECEMBER TWENTY FOURTH STOP DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
For Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān it was always a pleasure to lie on the hard table in the darkened room beside the elaborate electrocardiograph equipment.
Only few people could understand it.
An efficient, antiseptic nurse dabbed the paste on her chest, arms and legs, and then applied the electrodes with their five lead wires-one to her chest, two to her arms and two to her legs.
This experience was soothing, relaxing, and always conducive, always helpful to clear thinking.
She engaged twice a year in this experience at the behest of the Ved Nagar Government.*
This evening, however, as Al Zāhidah Al Imrān stretched on the table, chest, arms, legs bared, half watching the beautiful nurse attach the cool electrodes to her beautiful skin.
Her pleasure was shadowed faintly by apprehension.
She reasoned that the apprehension had entered into the EKG test because today the test was especially important.
In the three years past, since she had accepted the Government’s offer to join the high-level staff of the Society for Basic Research outside Ved Nagar, she had attended these checkups, one in January and one in July, as a matter of routine.
The tests were never against her.
She changed her medical experts.
Yet, the report never changed.
It was always the same.
But then why has he established Ved Nagar, instead of Dārussalām?
She wasn’t medically fit those seven years ago.
She isn’t medically fit again after she returned to her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.
“You shouldn’t have come to me again, Zāhidah.” Her ever-loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, had said.
“Why don’t you understand, Rashīd, I love you.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said with tearful eyes, “You sent me to him I detest very much. Aren’t seven years enough to find out he isn’t a Muslim and he would never be.”
“That’s not our problem exactly, Al Zāhidah Al Imrān.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, tried gravely to explain to her, “Our exact problem is that I want you to live, to be alive, if not for yourself, for me, for our daughters, and now for our sons too.”
“They aren’t our sons, my ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb. Durgesh has fathered them.”
“Nevertheless, you are their Ammī, their real mother. Aren’t you?”
“Why did you sent me to Durgesh, Rashīd? Why the hell did you sent me to him?”
“But even seven years couldn’t cure me.”
“You were cured entirely.”
“Then why it’s again there as soon as I returned to you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would remember the evening as a crucial moment of self-revelation in her mature years.
Twenty-eight was a mature year.
Some persons really run far ahead of their actual age.
She wasn’t even a bit ashamed of herself that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās caught her red handed.
“Red handed?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās patronizingly, “What the hell do you mean, Saåīdah? I wasn’t committing a theft. Was I? I am already eighteen. I am an adult legally and I have chosen my life partner. What’s wrong in that?”
“Durgesh is sixty six already. He is forty eight years older than you.”
“I haven’t any objection even a bit.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, “Although I never believe he is more than twenty eight. Some of my girl friends say he himself looks never more than eighteen himself. Just eighteen Just Adult himself.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nādir again winked at her,
“Durgesh is incredible, isn’t he?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her wristwatch.
It was 6:18.
She remembered reading somewhere that most of the dummy clocks used for advertising by American jewelers were set or painted in, at about 8:18 in the incorrect belief that this was the moment that Abraham Lincoln had died.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās never liked it.
Abraham Lincoln’s death should not be remembered.
His great life must be remembered instead.
He believed in immortality always.
That’s why Durgesh was so ever young that none could tell he was sixty-six.
Durgesh had won it even before for establishing religion as an everlasting endless movement of humanity whether it was Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Persianism or any other religion whatsoever.
In this historical ship, there were many Nobel Prize winners.
The magnificent green vessel of HVSI had, an hour ago, left behind the coast of Ved Nagar and was now cutting through the choppy, the uneven sea toward the Swedish port of Göetborg.*
Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled.
“Do you know what does HVSI stands for?”
“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her cousin gravely,
“Humane Values Secured Infinitely.”
“Muħammad Ħanīf claims it isn’t true.”
“Your fiancé? That’s manager at Swedish Embassy, Ved Nagar?”
“Social or Political?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir asked evocatively.
“Can you tell me of another organization, only single one, that protects humane values as sincerely and as profoundly as HVSI?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “HVSI is matchless in everything humane profoundly.”
“I agree with you.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said honestly.
They heard footsteps directly behind them.
Both of them twisted quickly.
Their beautiful faces were smiling to greet me.
Their reactions didn’t hide their disappointment.
“Sorry. You both the girls were expecting Durgesh perhaps.”
“Sure,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir cooed, “However, it’s better you, Kħālājān, than none anyone.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t even looked at her Ammī.
“It’s better we shouldn’t talk on it.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said tersely, “I never imagined my mother is as selfish and as lacking gratefulness as you are. You are never grateful what Durgesh did for you for seven long years.”
“You can’t understand, Biŧŧo. You haven’t married someone who is as great as your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.”
“I agree with you. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn let their wives die instead of surrendering them for Sex Therapy. I’m really proud of my Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, that he is one of the great true Musalmīn. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam brought Islam to protect the lives of the Årab womankind who were being buried alive when they were only a child. Durgesh says Doctor Ali Sina and his co-authors never talk of this greatest achievement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and the true Musalmīn of that time. Yes, the true Islam couldn’t survive as long as it should have due to the ever selfish imperial activities and ambitions of Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi, nevertheless it doesn’t mean Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam absolutely failed in his sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam greatest mission of establishing humanity in then Arab and the other countries.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her Ammī ironically.
“I don’t believe it’s only because I live in relationship with him. He is the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist. He is doing some kind of Sex Therapy only known to him and to none else ever.” Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said, “I have lived in relationship with Durgesh for seven long years despite the fact that I hate him immensely for his ever shrewdest sexual relationships with the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies. Durgesh is a never curable utmost communal Hindu that have utmost pride in having sex with extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies.”
“You still hate him?”
“Yet you love him immensely when he penetrates you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled ironically.
“That’s the problem. I am unable to control my physical needs, my physical body. It loves the Hindu beast exclusively. It doesn’t love your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, your father. It hates him for he never made me love as wildly as Durgesh does always.”
None of both was startled.
It wasn’t an unknown fact to anyone of her now.
“My brain loves Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb and hates Durgesh immensely,” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed helplessly, “While my body ravenously craves for Durgesh and hates Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to the extent that I want to cuckold Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to Durgesh and myself. While alone, I enjoy proudly that Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb has himself surrendered me to Durgesh that he should have sex with me, Sex Therapy my foot, and cure me. But when I return to my senses, I hate myself for it. I pray in my Salawāt, ‘Allah, punish me tremendously for what I’m doing with my ever loving ever moral husband.”
“I know, what do you think I’m a damn fool?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān laughed ironically lightly, “I’m myself a PhD, girlies. Yes, I never got Nobel Prize for any services of humanity I rendered; nevertheless, I myself am never inhuman. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hates me today for something I don’t have any control over. She is a Nobel Prize winner now for her humanitarian ideals, yet she refuses deliberately to understand my disorder. Humanitarian ideals! Haha!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had herself asked the same question.
Durgesh understands it perfectly.
Her Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, understands it perfectly.
Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself?
Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās have any sympathy with her own Ammī?
Why Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is so irrational?
I smiled patronizingly.
“Certainly not, my sweetie, never. I never want anyone to convert into anything s/he doesn’t want to be ever. Hinduism and Islam aren’t two separate religions at all. You just be a good Muslim, instead of being or remaining one of the Pseudo Musalmīn. Even Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā never wanted it. Otherwise, there were never any revelation of Allopanishad.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās calmed herself.
Hell, Allah! She should have never reacted such childishly.
Most of the non-Muslims have the same complaint.
Most of the Musalmīn never react rationally.
They never try to understand what actually the non Muslim opposite him/her wants to say.
They just suspect him/her that he/she is trying to divert him/her from Islam and act irrationally furiously.
“They say it’s written by some Musalmīn in the regime of Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar to convert Hindus into Islam. It is the basic holy book of Dīn-e-Ilāhī, a religion established by Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.”
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Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.
Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.
Durgesh was of course a very good man.
She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.
Durgesh had given her two sons even.
He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.
It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.
A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.
Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.
In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.
It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.
I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.
“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”
I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,
“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,
“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”
In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.
Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.
Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.
She wasn’t a child anymore.
Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.
She was already a PhD.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.
I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.
Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.
Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.
And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.
Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.
But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.
It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.
Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.
She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.
Neither had she left me.
I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.
Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.
Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.
Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.
The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.
I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.
I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.
The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.
She quickly stopped herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.
Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.
At her twenty eight even.
It proved her immensely high moral character.
She was a real Musalmān.
S/he was a true Musalmān.
About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock vanishing in and out of her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.
Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.
Hey, a girl can be curious!
But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.
As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.
I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!
As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
What a damnfool her Ammī was.
Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.
As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.
Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.
Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.
In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.
Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?
Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?
I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.
She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.
To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.
“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”
It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.
“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”
I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,
“…down there like that?”
“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:
“You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.
I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.
It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.
Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.
But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.
“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”
That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.
I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.
“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.
“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.
“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,
“I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”
“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”
“Is it, Durgesh darling?”
I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.
Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.
To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.
None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.
I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.
For them I had both money and honey.
None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.
It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.
Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.
Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!
The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.
But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.
The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.
I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.
That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.
It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.
That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.
My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.
I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.
I sensed it too.
Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.
I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.
I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.
She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.
I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.
I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.
But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.
Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.
I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.
But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.
I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.
I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.
All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu come shoot inside her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.
They were never married.
Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.
She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE… DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
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Durgesh Sanā Rashīd
Sanā Rashīd just couldn’t stay awake any longer.
She didn’t care how mad her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, was going to be.
It didn’t make sense to her anyway why we all had to stay awake on the long drive from Pennsylvania to South Carolina.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was the only one doing the driving.
With a huff, Sanā Rashīd pulled her hood from her sweatshirt over her eyes, slumped down in the seat, and drifted off to dreamland.
I glared at my live in relationship partner, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd out of the corner of my eye.
It was her dumbass idea to drive instead of fly to South Carolina and now she was complaining about having to do all the driving.
I would love to drive myself but Sanā Rashīd’s insistence that she needed to talk with me something serious about her career, made it impossible.
It was why flying to visit her younger daughter at college in South Carolina made so much more sense but Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was being her usual martyr self and would rather complain about having to do all the work than take an easier way.
Glancing in the backseat, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter, Sanā Rashīd.
I smiled to myself when I realized she was sound asleep.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd would be pissed but I couldn’t care less.
At the next rest stop, I was going to tell Al Zubédah Al Waħīd I was getting in the back with Sanā Rashīd.
I could stretch out back there no matter how mad Al Zubédah Al Waħīd got.
What would she do?
Whine and complain?
She did that all the time anyway.
With a strange feeling of confusion, Sanā Rashīd awoke in the backseat.
She realized right away that we had stopped because she could smell the cheese chips Al Zubédah Al Waħīd snacked on and she knew we had been all gone before.
The next thing Sanā Rashīd realized was that I was across the seat from her, sound asleep.
She smiled at the nerve it took for him to stand up to Al Zubédah Al Waħīd.
I was a soft-spoken, laid-back man for the most part, wherever the welfare of womankind was concerned.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was just the opposite.
She deliberately imposed herself on Durgesh.
Sanā Rashīd’s Abbū, Åbdul Rashīd was one of the best friends Durgesh had.
He called her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, Bhābhījān.
Yet her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, never accepted Durgesh as her dutiful husband’s friend.
Even Sanā Rashīd could not avoid noticing it.
“Ammī,” Sanā Rashīd complained, “Keep yourself away from Durgesh.”
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd laughed.
“Sanā Rashīd,” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd countered back her twenty seven years old beautiful young daughter, “Why don’t you call him ‘uncle’, instead of ‘Durgesh’?”
“Isn’t he sixty five already? You are only twenty seven.”
“Nonsense,” Sanā Rashīd thrashed her Ammī, yet kept smiling cunningly.
“Why nonsense? Sanā Rashīd, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m your Ammī.”
“When you know I’m interested in the ever infamous Hindu scoundrel, why don’t you keep away?”
“Why the hell should I? Your Abbū can’t satisfy me sexually.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd blurted out ultimately.*
Sanā Rashīd often found herself cheering for me in the relationship because she felt Al Zubédah Al Waħīd often stepped all over me, taking undue advantage of my immense humanity and immense generosity to the entire womankind.
She ignored Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and lay down deliberately on my lap to get more comfortable.
In no time, she fell asleep once again.
I was having a most erotic dream.
I could feel pressure against my groin area, a warmth that was all but teasing me because it was so strange.
Fighting off sleep, I remembered that I was in the car with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and her eldest daughter.
Glancing down in the dark car, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter was asleep in my lap, her nose pressed against my groin.
Despite myself, I felt an erection begin.
I wasn’t sure if it was just the sight of her sweet little twenty eight-year-old daughter in my lap.
Nevertheless, I had to shift a bit due to the way my growing cock strained against my jeans.
I closed my eyes in an attempt to rid myself of the visual image of what was happening.
Waking up slowly, Sanā Rashīd felt something poking at her nose.
She opened her eyes and realized she had all but buried her face in my crotch.
Just when she was about to move away in embarrassment, however, she noticed my cock must have been hard the way it was straining against her face.
Sneaking a peak, she looked up at me and saw that my eyes were closed so I must have still been sleeping and not aware of my erection.
Without thinking, she squeezed her legs together.
With a start, Sanā Rashīd realized she was getting wet in her pussy from even this limited contact.
Could she risk taking this further?
With another peak at my closed eyes, she slowly reached a hand up to my zipper and gently pulled it down.
She thought she heard me gasp but when she looked up, my eyes were still shut as if in sleep.
Even her Ammī left her Abbū for it.
For it, or for Durgesh’s infinitely increasing already infinite money?
Durgesh’s incredible clandestine political and spiritual power?
They say Durgesh is immortal.
They even claim that Durgesh’s immortality is transferred to his women too when he fucks them.
I could barely take it any longer!
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter was touching my hard Hindu cock!
I wanted to moan aloud but of course alert being caught.
I couldn’t let things go any longer, though.
Slowly, I covered Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s fingers with my own.
She looked up at me with a start and this time I met her stare.
“You started this,” I told her with my eyes.
Slowly, her beautiful young smart eldest girl smiled at me.
Careful to keep my head down to hide my opened eyes and expression from Al Zubédah Al Waħīd in the front seat, I too smiled back at her.
Sanā Rashīd could hardly believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it.
After somewhat an hour of it, I was ready to explode already as Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter sucked and licked the end of my hard Hindu cock.
I cupped Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s pussy through her jeans and felt it wet and hot against my palm.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter managed to take more and more of my rock-like Uncut Hindu Dick into her young Musalmān mouth, more than even her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd ever had.
She rode my hand with abandon as it worked against her pussy.
We rested for a Moment in the backseat of the car while Al Zubédah Al Waħīd drove through the night without a clue as to the fact that her Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Cock was growing flaccid in her daughter’s mouth while her husband’s hand was nestled against her daughter’s incredibly wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Sanā Rashīd realized she must have drifted off again, so sated had she been in orgasmic bliss.
When next she became aware, it was daylight and she lay alone in the backseat of the car.
That’s when she realized we were at a hotel.
She found a room key resting by her head so she grabbed her bags and headed to the room printed on the key.
Inside, she found Al Zubédah Al Waħīd taking off her shoes and me just coming out of the shower.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd glared at her.
“Well, look here. It’s sleeping beauty.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd shook her head and walked to her suitcase. “I’m going to take a long shower and then I’m going to sleep for a few hours. I don’t care what they two of you do but I know neither one of you need any sleep since you just got plenty.”
She slammed the door to the bathroom.
We faced each other across the now empty hotel room.
As soon as the water started inside the bathroom, the space between us vanished as we hurried to each other.
I swept a hand around Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s waist and lifted her so that her mouth met my in a hot, wet kiss.
Our tongue’s tangled as Sanā Rashīd’s legs came up around my waist.
I settled my hands on Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter’s sweet Musalmān ass and helped her to move against me.
I was rock hard once again.
Sanā Rashīd moaned.
“Please, fuck me, Durgesh,” she breathed against my mouth. “I too need to feel that hard utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside my now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. I want it to explode inside me just like before.”
“Oh, Sanā Rashīd, my sweetie, I want that too but I don’t know if we have time before your Ammī comes out,” I said with a hesitation somewhat.
She jumped down off me and gently pushed me onto the bed.
“We’ll listen for the shower to stop,” she told me, yanking her shirt over her head. “We can stop and then pick it up again when she falls asleep.”
Her bra left her beautiful body next and she loved the way my mouth seemed to water at the sight of her.
“I think we’ve already proven that we can be quiet.”
Pushing her jeans down her body, her panties went with them so that she stood completely naked in front of me, the ever infamous, yet always utmost wanted by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
“Please, Durgesh,” she asked sweetly.
All I could do was grin at her and hold out my hand.
She was on top of me in no time, both of us yanking at my clothes until I was naked as well.
My fingers found her first and dove in to find her hot and wet, making me moan.
“Oh, Sanā Rashīd,” I said again. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sanā Rashīd lay down next to me and spread her legs.
She grabbed my hand and pushed me deeper into her.
“I don’t care, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us both Ammī and daughter. I want you inside me. Put your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh darling. Please,” she begged.
I couldn’t refuse such a request so I angled myself over her, lowering between her spread legs.
Then, I entered her slowly, torturing us both with the blessed feelings.
When I felt her virginal Musalmān wall, I still not hesitated.
I never felt guilty about what I was about to do.
I was going to take Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s virginity.
When Sanā Rashīd raised her hips in wanton desire, even all of my hesitation, if there was somewhat, vanished and I slammed down into her.
Oh, it hurt.
I had a huge cock and Sanā Rashīd was a tiny girl.
Nevertheless, she quickly wrapped her legs around me, embracing the pain as it quickly led to pleasure.
She moaned and began to meet my powerful Hindu thrusts over and over again, begging me to keep fucking her.
“Durgesh darling, you’re so big and so hard inside me! Fuck me harder! Yes, Durgesh, I love you inside me. Cum in me, Durgesh. Please cum in me!” She wanted that hot Hindu cum in her more than she wanted to take her next breath.
Even if Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out of the bathroom at that very Moment, Sanā Rashīd wasn’t going to let me stop fucking her.
It felt so incredibly good and nothing was going to stop her from finding her fulfilment.
I couldn’t hold back and shot into her over and over as she moaned against me.
I stayed inside her and on top of her as we both fought to even our breathing.
I looked down at Sanā Rashīd.
“We can’t do this again, Sanā Rashīd.” I told her gravely.
She just smiled.
“Nonsense, Durgesh darling. Yes, we can. We can till we both exist.”
We both heard the shower stop then.
We had to scramble to put our clothes back on.
“I hope you two are having a grand time,” she told us with sarcasm.
Then, she flopped down and went to sleep.
Sanā Rashīd grinned at me.
I met her eyes boldly.
She smiled seductively once more.
Seducing me might be almost as fun for her as fucking me ultimately.
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7. On Islam
Thank you that you cheated her
Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.
It was three weeks ago that she had found it.
Was it Islam?
Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.
Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.
She loved Durgesh instead.
Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.
“But why? When Islam prohibits…”
“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.
It went on indefinitely.
Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm
To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.
Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.
There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.
Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.
Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.
The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.
Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.
Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.
That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.
“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”
“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”
“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.
I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,
“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”
“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.
Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,
He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.
“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.
Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.
She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.
She still wore her power suit.
It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.
“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.
It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”
She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.
I was thoroughly confused.
“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”
I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.
I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.
The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.
Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.
She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.
Then she spread her knees apart.
My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.
I wasn’t a child.
I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.
Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.
“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.
She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.
“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”
My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.
“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”
I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.
I had utmost experiences already in these matters.
She sat up and started undoing her blouse.
With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.
They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.
Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”
Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Or seeing, for that matter.
I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.
I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.
At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.
Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.
Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.
Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.
“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”
Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.
“Yes,” he muttered, finally.
Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.
She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.
Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.
“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.
She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.
Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.
The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.
It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.
Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.
She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.
Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.
She needed it very much.
I was her first choice.
Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.
Yet now she was returning to her original choice.
“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.
I needed no further encouragement.
I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.
The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.
He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.
Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.
It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.
It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.
“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”
Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.
“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”
I smiled triumphantly,
Zāhid Altāf shrugged.
He didn’t utter a word.
“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”
I started thrusting, slowly at first.
The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.
Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.
I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.
The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.
I was never close to orgasm.
After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.
“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.
“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”
I came, hard.
“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.
I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.
Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.
She had waited for it for years.
I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.
She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.
“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.
Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.
It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.
I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.
“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.
She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.
The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.
“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”
Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.
Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.
It was his intense humiliation after all.
We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.
I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.
I tried getting up quietly.
I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.
“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”
“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Flowers never weigh
Muħammad Imrān nodded,
He turned the radio back up as another eighties tune.
Bryan Adam’s ‘Summer of 69’, began.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there wondering what I was going to do next.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; secretly wishing I would take more control.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; worried that if I did take control Ħabībah Imrān would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse just inches away from Muħammad Imrān.
Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s will power not to moan, not to alert Muħammad Imrān to the Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse adultery Ħabībah Imrān was willingly committing with me.
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was frustrated that I who had been so brazen to slide my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her, was now just sitting there reading my kindle as if my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t buried deep in my Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex Box.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there for over half an hour doing nothing but allowing herself to be teased like crazy, albeit enjoying my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower not to moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Muħammad Imrān occasionally hit the warning bumps making Ħabībah Imrān’s body tremble and her pussy quake.
Muħammad Imrān startled Ħabībah Imrān.
Her head clouded, when Muħammad Imrān announced,
“Twelve miles to the next stop.”
This seemed to make me finally take control.
Ħabībah Imrān clenched her teeth to make sure she didn’t moan as a mixture of emotions went through Ħabībah Imrān.
Excitement at me finally taking control.
Humiliation at the fact Ħabībah Imrān was excited that I was taking control.
Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of Ħabībah Imrān’s being.
Frustration that I wasn’t fucking Ħabībah Imrān hard like Ħabībah Imrān liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.
Guilt as Ħabībah Imrān was allowing me to fuck her.
Ħabībah Imrān had only allowed me to penetrate her.
Ħabībah Imrān knew it was a technicality, but it was all Ħabībah Imrān had left to grasp to… And now even that was gone.
I let go of her hips, giving the decision to Ħabībah Imrān herself.
This was Ħabībah Imrān’s chance to stop this.
And Ħabībah Imrān did take control.
Although not as a Ħabībah Imrān, but as a horny Sex Obsessed Sex Addict.
Ħabībah Imrān continued the slow motion riding that I had been controlling.
Suddenly, it wasn’t I forcing Ħabībah Imrān to ride me, it was Ħabībah Imrān willingly riding me… although slowly, which only compounded Ħabībah Imrān’s frustration as Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān would never get off like this.
Ħabībah Imrān needed to ride it fast.
Ħabībah Imrān needed it slamming into me. Ħabībah Imrān didn’t make love, Ħabībah Imrān fucked.
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.
Suddenly her phone, which Ħabībah Imrān had put on vibrate, buzzed in her hand.
Ħabībah Imrān looked at it.
‘Fuck, Ħabībah Imrān.
I love you, Ħabībah Imrān.’
Reading those words… reading the most sweet, endearing term for being Ħabībah Imrān… and Ħabībah Imrān was a mess.
Ħabībah Imrān loved me too.
And this… this… whatever this was… only enhanced Ħabībah Imrān’s love for me.
Ħabībah Imrān convinced herself that this wasn’t wrong!
How could something wrong feel so right?
Ħabībah Imrān was making me happy, which is the goal of every Ħabībah Imrān… every Ħabībah Imrān.
Ħabībah Imrān struggled to text me too.
I’m going to come in you, Ħabībah Imrān.
Just ride me a bit faster, Ħabībah Imrān.
Please, Ħabībah Imrān!
Ħabībah Imrān wanted to make me happy.
Ħabībah Imrān wanted to get me off.
Ħabībah Imrān began riding me faster, grabbing the back of Muħammad Imrān’s seat slyly for support.
Ħabībah Imrān didn’t bounce on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock like Ħabībah Imrān desperately wanted to do, but Ħabībah Imrān did move faster and did Ħabībah Imrān’s expert move that always got Muħammad Imrān off, as Ħabībah Imrān tightened Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles around my stiff Uncut Hindu Dick.
Ħabībah Imrān let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that her head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from Muħammad Imrān.
“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.
“Just really need to pee,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, as I continued spewing inside her and Ħabībah Imrān milked me for all Ħabībah Imrān could.
“A couple of minutes,” he promised.
“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, leaning up, before adding the double entendre, “much longer and I may explode.”
“I’m doing the best I can, Ħabībah Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, knowing from years of travelling that when Ħabībah Imrān said Ħabībah Imrān had to pee… Ħabībah Imrān had to pee.
I began bucking her ass up, fucking Ħabībah Imrān now, making her tremble and gasp,
“Allah! Oh, God.”
“The car stop is in two miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, pointing to a sign.
“So close,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, again a double meaning to Ħabībah Imrān’s words, as Ħabībah Imrān desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.
Ħabībah Imrān could feel the rush rising in her, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when Ħabībah Imrān saw the one mile sign.
Urgency overwhelming her, Ħabībah Imrān had to have an orgasm, Ħabībah Imrān moved away from Muħammad Imrān, leaned back and began riding My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, while moving her hand to her clit.
Ħabībah Imrān could see the car stop in the distance, closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and rode and rubbed… and erupted.
“Allah! God,” Ħabībah Imrān moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that Ħabībah Imrān assumed, Muħammad Imrān would know Ħabībah Imrān was coming right behind him.
Ħabībah Imrān was unable to not open her mouth as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, Ħabībah Imrān’s cum gushing out of me and onto My cock and lap as Ħabībah Imrān again grabbed the driver’s seat and pulled up,
Thankfully, such a thought never occurred to Muħammad Imrān.
Why would it?
Ħabībah Imrān was in the backseat with me, as Muħammad Imrān said, clearly worried about Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder, “Thirty seconds, honey.”
“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly replied, as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
Ħabībah Imrān just closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through her, an orgasm as intense as any Ħabībah Imrān had ever experienced.
Partly because my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s; partly because of the taboo fact Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh himself; and partly because of the crazy reality Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked me in a car with Muħammad Imrān inches away, driving it.
Poor Muħammad Imrān.
He didn’t know what happened right behind himself.
When Muħammad Imrān pulled in and stopped, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm wasn’t complete.
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān had to look urgent, like Ħabībah Imrān could pee Herself at any Moment, so Ħabībah Imrān opened the door, more of Ħabībah Imrān’s cum leaking down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg, and got out of the car, glancing back to see me smiling at her, my package safe and sound in my shorts… although a very clear stain of evidence visible if Muħammad Imrān was to investigate.
Ħabībah Imrān scurried into the washroom, the guilt and shame of Ħabībah Imrān’s indiscretion and Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse act suddenly hitting her like the summer heat.
In… our… car!
With… Ħabībah Imrān’s… apparently oblivious Musalmān husband… inches… away!
Allah! Oh… my… God!
I… am… the… worst… Ħabībah Imrān… ever!
It was amazing!
Ħabībah Imrān may have been a bad wife, but Ħabībah Imrān was a very good Bahū Bégum!
Ħabībah Imrān got to the washroom and for the second time today Ħabībah Imrān wiped our cum off her legs.
What had come over her?
Why did Ħabībah Imrān let me do that to her?
Ħabībah Imrān could blame the confined space, but truthfully, nothing stopped her from pushing me out of her.
Suddenly, I texted her:
That was amazing, Ħabībah Imrān.
Ħabībah Imrān texted back, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm finally subsiding, as a wife:
That can’t happen again!!!
I didn’t respond.
So as Ħabībah Imrān finished cleaning up, Ħabībah Imrān texted again:
I again ignored the text.
Ħabībah Imrān calmed down physically and suddenly realized Ħabībah Imrān was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out.
Ħabībah Imrān left the washroom and saw Muħammad Imrān and me chatting as we waited for her at a booth.
We ate lunch and although Ħabībah Imrān was anxiety riddled the entire time, I apparently had a poker face as I showed no inkling of what had transpired.
Ħabībah Imrān, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over her face.
Twice Muħammad Imrān asked if Ħabībah Imrān was okay.
Ħabībah Imrān just feigned hunger.
After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.
Muħammad Imrān had gassed up while Ħabībah Imrān was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.
Again, Ħabībah Imrān’s trepidation overwhelmed me.
Now what? How could Ħabībah Imrān sit on my lap again?
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t say anything and there was literally no alternative.
So, Ħabībah Imrān did.
Although this time, once the door was closed, Ħabībah Imrān positioned herself leaning against the door and stretched Ħabībah Imrān’s legs in between the two front seats.
Her pussy was impenetrable in this position.
Ħabībah Imrān had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.
And for an hour, it worked.
I read a new book and Ħabībah Imrān read the other new book.
Interestingly, Ħabībah Imrān and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favorite author even.
Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb.
Yet, even though Ħabībah Imrān was clearly uncomfortable Ħabībah Imrān didn’t reposition Herself, although Ħabībah Imrān did begin to squirm a bit.
Suddenly, my hand rested on Ħabībah Imrān’s knee, Ħabībah Imrān’s dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for me.
It didn’t move up, just rested there like a constant tease… a constant reminder.
I did move my hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although I didn’t try to move higher when I returned my hand.
I seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on Ħabībah Imrān, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have phased her at all a few hours ago.
“How you guys doing back there?” Muħammad Imrān asked, a few minutes later.
“Ħabībah Imrān’s bum is numb,” Ħabībah Imrān joked, although it was the truth.
“A tourist stop in three miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”
“Sounds good,” Ħabībah Imrān said.
“Yeah, Ħabībah Imrān, I could use a stretch,” I agreed, looking at Ħabībah Imrān for the first time in the entire drive.
Ħabībah Imrān quickly looked away, like Ħabībah Imrān was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.
What had come over Ħabībah Imrān?
Even though Ħabībah Imrān had told me it couldn’t happen again.
Even though I seemed to be respecting Ħabībah Imrān’s assertion.
Ħabībah Imrān suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that I was ignoring her… Ħabībah Imrān felt fifteen again.
Ħabībah Imrān just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once stopped, Ħabībah Imrān shifted around as Ħabībah Imrān’s back was at the door.
Ħabībah Imrān’s first thought was ‘how long has I been hard?’
Ħabībah Imrān’s second thought was ‘why was it hard?’
Ħabībah Imrān’s third thought was ‘How many times could he get it up?”
Ħabībah Imrān’s fourth thought was ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.
Ħabībah Imrān stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was fucking hot and muggy.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“So do you guys want to go for a hike?”
“How long?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.
I walked over to the map and said,
“There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three.”
“A mile sure, three in this heat, no way,” Ħabībah Imrān answered.
Muħammad Imrān said,
“Ħabībah Imrān, I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don’t you two go alone?”
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Flowers never weigh
By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people.
A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.
Muħammad Imrān tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.
Ħabībah Imrān finally suggested,
“Durgesh and Ħabībah Imrān could squeeze back there together.”
“For sixteen hours?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” Ħabībah Imrān shrugged.
“Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, always annoyed by how often Ħabībah Imrān made him stop.
He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of person, while Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.
Ħabībah Imrān turned to me.
We both were slim.
“Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your friend’s Bahū Bégum, Ħabībah Imrān?”
“Sixteen hours only?” Ħabībah Imrān smiled cunningly, “If she is ready Ħabībah Imrān can spend my entire life with her.”
Muħammad Imrān retorted,
“Nonsense, Ħabībah Imrān is your Bahū Bégum too. My Abbū is your friend, he claims. To the extent he deputed you to represent himself always as far as my matters are concerned. He still hates me despite Ammī has taken an oath with her right hand on Al Qur’an Al Karīm that you aren’t my real father.”
“My son can’t be an Islamic State of Iraq and Syria agent.” Ħabībah Imrān said curtly.
“They can’t prove it ever. Your Naréndr Modī is anti-Muslim.”
“Be careful with that attitude,” Ħabībah Imrān shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”
Ħabībah Imrān should note it was a very hot August day and Ħabībah Imrān was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.
We all did one more pee check, which Ħabībah Imrān, of course, did, and Ħabībah Imrān and Ħabībah Imrān squeezed into the spot made for one.
Muħammad Imrān asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”
My elbow poking Ħabībah Imrān’s breast, Ħabībah Imrān quipped,
“Like a cow on a train.”
I smiled, shifting more, which led to even more pressure on Ħabībah Imrān’s left breast.
We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when Ħabībah Imrān said, “This isn’t working.”
“You don’t like being a sardine?” I asked, as I stopped reading on my IPad, like Ħabībah Imrān too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.
“Not particularly,” Ħabībah Imrān nodded, as Ħabībah Imrān moved and suggested, “Maybe Ħabībah Imrān can just sit on your lap for a while.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
Ħabībah Imrān moved onto my lap and sighed,
“Now that is much better.”
“Agreed,” I said, smiling cunningly.
Muħammad Imrān didn’t approve of it.
Nevertheless, he controlled himself.
He could never believe it was as platonic as his wife was feigning it to be.
Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t so innocent.
Neither was I.
“I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.
At thirty-six, Ħabībah Imrān was still in great shape.
Ħabībah Imrān was slim with big breasts, a firm Musalmān ass and legs.
Selling real estate Ħabībah Imrān knew that Ħabībah Imrān’s looks played a key role in Ħabībah Imrān’s sales.
Sex sells, always has, always will.
So Ħabībah Imrān dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four-inch heels.
Ħabībah Imrān’s 38d natural Musalmān breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped her close more deals then the actual real estate Ħabībah Imrān was selling.
“Certainly not, my dear,” I answered, shifting slightly, “Flowers don’t weigh ever.”
She laughed at me.
Muħammad Imrān again controlled himself.
He knew he couldn’t do anything else.
Ħabībah Imrān was a sexiest woman.
Muħammad Imrān could never satisfy her sexually.
He suspected Ħabībah Imrān was fucking me clandestinely.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Imrān could not afford to divorce her.
She was an immensely successful Business Woman.
Muħammad Imrān needed her money immensely.
As we drove, after a few minutes Ħabībah Imrān noticed two things:
1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as Ħabībah Imrān was now sitting on My lap, Ħabībah Imrān’s thin thong the only thing stopping Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān vagina from being directly on me.
Ħabībah Imrān had complimented me frequently on my summer reformation.
Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, Ħabībah Imrān realized I was indeed a man as Ħabībah Imrān could feel my definitely erect Uncut Hindu Cock directly under her.
Ħabībah Imrān considered moving, but was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān acted as if she could feel my Hindu erection.
So, instead, Ħabībah Imrān tried to control the bouncing by putting her hands on the top of the seat in front of her.
Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān should move, yet Ħabībah Imrān still seemed frozen in place.
Partly, because Ħabībah Imrān was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position Ħabībah Imrān was in.
For twenty minutes, Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy rested on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock , which never shrunk, while talking to Muħammad Imrān as much as Ħabībah Imrān could to distract her from the awkward situation Ħabībah Imrān was in.
Finally, Ħabībah Imrān saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.
Ħabībah Imrān accidentally moaned.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“I just need to stretch,” Ħabībah Imrān answered, Ħabībah Imrān’s face burning red at the reality that Ħabībah Imrān was getting horny from sitting on me.
“Ħabībah Imrān, I could grab a drink,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.
“Me too,” Ħabībah Imrān agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.
Once he rolled to a stop, Ħabībah Imrān joked to me,
“Durgesh, I imagine you are dying for a break, too.”
“No, Ħabībah Imrān, I was enjoying the ride,” I answered, yet my tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.
Ħabībah Imrān’s already flushed face went a shade redder as Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.
She was not sure if Ħabībah Imrān’s face could go any redder, but as I got out and stood up two things were apparent:
1. My Hindu erection poking out if my shorts.
2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.
Ħabībah Imrān turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān pussy juice was on my shorts.
Once inside, Ħabībah Imrān pulled her panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.
Now Ħabībah Imrān should note Ħabībah Imrān got wet easily and was quite a flooder when Ħabībah Imrān got off.
Ħabībah Imrān also had a ferocious sexual appetite that Muħammad Imrān could seldom feed completely… thus Ħabībah Imrān had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete.
Ħabībah Imrān had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that Ħabībah Imrān could wear while out, which was in Her purse, and Ħabībah Imrān’s newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.
Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had her already revved up and Ħabībah Imrān came in no time at all.
Her pussy juice leaked down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg and Ħabībah Imrān awkwardly cleaned herself up with toilet paper.
Once recovered, Ħabībah Imrān also wiped her panties.
Ħabībah Imrān tried to make them less damp.
But after putting them on all Ħabībah Imrān could still feel was her humiliating wetness.
Usually, Ħabībah Imrān loved sex.
Instead, Ħabībah Imrān put the sexy wet thong in her purse, and went to the sink to wash her hands and legs.
Unfortunately, a mother with her child were there and all Ħabībah Imrān could do was wash her hands thoroughly to hide the scent of Ħabībah Imrān’s own cum.
Leaving the washroom, Ħabībah Imrān decided there was no way Ħabībah Imrān would sit back on my lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side.
Ħabībah Imrān purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.
‘Fuck’, Ħabībah Imrān sighed as the summer heat pounded on us.
It was a fucking sauna out there.
Ħabībah Imrān planned to try to get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was Ħabībah Imrān going to explain that?
Muħammad Imrān and I were leaning on the car, chatting; when Ħabībah Imrān walked over.
“So, under fourteen hours left,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, with a playful smile.
“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s going to be a tight ride.”
Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of her, but I seemed to stress the word ‘tight’.
Ħabībah Imrān joked, realizing only after Ħabībah Imrān said it that it only added to the innuendo if I was implying any,
“Yes, it is some quality our bonding.”
“Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” Muħammad Imrān added. “No way can Ħabībah Imrān fit back there with anybody.”
That was true.
Muħammad Imrān was a bigger man and there was no way Ħabībah Imrān or I would fit side by side or on my lap.
Nope, Ħabībah Imrān still had just under fourteen hours with me in the backseat.
The next few without any underwear.
I got back in the car first and patted my lap.
Ħabībah Imrān was supposed to go in first and suggested,
“Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?”
“It’s okay, Ħabībah Imrān,” I said, patting my lap again.
“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked, knowing Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t wearing any panties and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.
“Side by side is too tight,” I replied.
“Oh Ħabībah Imrān, you’re light. I’ve already said, ‘Flowers never weigh’. Haven’t I?”
“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked again, still tentative, as Ħabībah Imrān looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on my shorts as well as the clear outline of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock … which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.
“Ħabībah Imrān, it’s not hard at all,” he answered, my word choice odd.
Naughty Ħabībah Imrān also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, but the good Ħabībah Imrān in her responded,
“If you’re sure Ħabībah Imrān won’t smother you.”
“Ħabībah Imrān, I can handle whatever you give me.”
So Ħabībah Imrān sat back on my lap, my words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto my leg and avoiding my crotch.
For half an hour, Ħabībah Imrān sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I stated, while lifting her up slightly,
“We need to change positions.”
For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, Ħabībah Imrān kept feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock seem to flinch, which made Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tremble and get excessively wet.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“Comfortable back there?”
“It’s tight, Muħammad Imrān, but good.”
“You okay, Ħabībah Imrān?” Muħammad Imrān asked, as Ħabībah Imrān felt her wetness leak out of her slightly.
“I’m good,” Ħabībah Imrān responded.
Ħabībah Imrān wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt Ħabībah Imrān had created more wetness on My crotch and if Ħabībah Imrān moved it would be clearly noticeable… being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to her, but at the Moment it was Ħabībah Imrān’s kryptonite.
“Next stop is almost an hour away,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“No worries,” Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to be causal.
“Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.”
“The air is on full,” Muħammad Imrān said, and Ħabībah Imrān indeed wasn’t overly hot, except down below.
This time my words were definitely implied innuendo. I was flirting with Ħabībah Imrān.
“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s Ħabībah Imrān’s body on mine,” I said, as I again flicked my Uncut Hindu Cock directly against Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy… the intent now definitely clear.
My words also had two very different meanings.
After another minute, I asked,
“Can you turn the radio up?”
“If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now,” Muħammad Imrān responded.
“That’s okay,” I said, “we’ll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.”
“It’s the eye of the tiger,” Muħammad Imrān sang, as he turned up the radio to the survivor tune.
I was on my phone. Suddenly her phone vibrated.
Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t deny it…
Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly aroused.
Perplexed, Ħabībah Imrān clicked on it.
Why are you not wearing panties?
Ħabībah Imrān gasped again.
Although this time, the music was too loud for Muħammad Imrān to hear it.
Ħabībah Imrān didn’t know what to say.
A second message followed.
Why are you so wet?
Ħabībah Imrān still didn’t know what to say.
Ħabībah Imrān was paralyzed with indecision.
Obviously, Ħabībah Imrān should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly horny, and she was not thinking like a wife but as a wanton woman.
As Ħabībah Imrān stared at her phone, shocked by my brazen words, and yet equally turned on, Ħabībah Imrān was startled as Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I lifted her up.
Ħabībah Imrān leaned up slightly on the driver’s seat, bumping Muħammad Imrān’s chair.
Muħammad Imrān looked back and Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to act casual even as Ħabībah Imrān’s mind was mush,
“Sorry, just changing positions.”
“Sorry about this,” Muħammad Imrān apologized.
Ħabībah Imrān yelped in surprise and Muħammad Imrān asked, as he turned down the radio,
“Yes, I just got poked,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through Ħabībah Imrān as My, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, which felt bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s, was buried in Ħabībah Imrān, my hands firmly on Her hips holding her in place.
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It must be respected
I felt it quite natural when a woman found her ways of sexuality to be discovered in a new aspect or to find the way of releasing the so long suppressed tension, the freedom made her not a slut, not a slut in real sense of the term.
So was with Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat and with the meek and mild, introvert, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.
I made love to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat all the night.
We were gasping for breath after each fuck.
We soaked in sweat; the bed sheet was all wet.
We once changed the sheet and took a shower.
She cleaned my sticky Hindu Semen out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, soaped me and I cleaned her.
We came back, all naked, and she offered me a juice.
Her husband kept costly wines and juices in the refrigerator.
She often took a sip or two when alone.
Her husband also asked her to join as he drank once a week.
She liked vodka.
I loved the sight, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pouring drink, adding ice and we sipped together lying on the bed.
She felt ready as soon as the drink was over.
We started, this time I was lying on the bed on back and she was riding me.
She enjoyed the wildest sex ever, the way she had always dreamt but never experienced.
We slept little that night.
In the morning, she felt shame when she got up late at nine o’clock.
I was still sleeping and my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard again.
She lowered her lips, took my entire Hindu shaft in her thirty years old, extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started to suck it as she had seen in the blue Films.
As she began to suck, it made me awake.
I took Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s head with both hands and she raised her eyes not stopping.
She looked in my eyes and continued sucking.
I began to groan,
“What are you doing, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat?”
“I’m sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock that has made me a real woman last night, and I want to suck it till it feeds me the hot Hindu semen in the morning.”
I felt like heaven, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat giving me the incredible morning blowjob.
As I came in her mouth, I sensed she also came with me.
She sucked the load, lapped all that was flowing through her lips and mouth and she lay on the bed exhausted.
We started in the missionary position and I came inside her in the morning.
She also came furiously with me.
As the pleasant feeling was over, she hurried.
It was time her house cleaner to come.
She dressed in her nightgown, gathered her frock from last night, gave me the t-shirt and pant I was wearing and urged me to rush back to my room.
We realized, we had not even locked the roof-top entrance, neither did I locked my room.
I rushed back and found everything all right.
She came upstairs after an hour.
She was wearing a silken sari and a sleeveless blouse.
She looked amazing in the green sari.
Her make- up was deep, deep red lipstick and blushers made her a Ħūr.
She stood on the door; lifting one hand holding the door, the other was on her waist.
The sari was lowered more than usual, revealing her fair tummy and the deep naval in full view.
She crooked her head to one side, and blinked one eye, impishly.
I could hardly control myself.
I rushed to her, began kissing and caressing her breasts under cover.
She began moaning.
I led her to my table, lowered her on the table, she held the table bending upon it, while standing legs apart.
I was on her back and had already tugged up the sari to her waist.
She looked back and found me on my knees, my hands parting her ass cheeks.
“Oh, Durgesh, please, start fucking. I had grown so hot and horny.”
She was panting.
I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock from behind and thrusting her head on the table in one hand and catching her slander waist with the other, I began to fuck her furiously.
She caught her sari and petticoat with both hands up to her waist as I fucked.
She groaned loud,
“Oh Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu Piyā ! Fuck me, fuck me hard, and make me your own. I want you to come in my Musalmān Pussy, make me a mother now. I want your baby to come out of my fucking Musalmān Pussy.”
This made me more excited.
I began to pump furiously.
With the groaning and thumping, we came together.
I bent upon her and she whispered,
“Come on, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover, do you like fucking Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat? Do you like to fuck her to make her pregnant? I know you like it. I want to be a mother of your baby, and I am serious. I am on the fertility period. I am damn sure you have already done it for us infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
We kissed long and made love again, this time on my own bed.
We did it on other beds, in the dining room after the meal and in the bathroom and on the open terrace at night.
She had never felt so sexy before.
The two days were short for us and we wanted more but her family came back.
Yet, at night, after the others had gone to sleep, I came down.
We made wild sex the whole night.
She felt sad when her husband arrived.
But the days were our time, her family going to the shop and her husband to office.
Her son was in the school.
She told me after a few days, that her period had stopped this month, which meant, I had made her pregnant.
We made wilder sex than before and now she squirts a lot.
She had grown an addict.
She told me that she had convinced her husband to fuck her at nights, and let me come inside, so that she could act as a faithful wife.
While saying, she laughed at her husband’s innocence, inability to fuck her so wild.
He had a cock, and he could even continue for at least five minutes.
But she loved me.
While fucking with her husband, she used to think of me, replacing her husband even.
We had been enjoying sex for more than two months, and we had experienced every possible position of love-making as she had seen in porn even.
After we came together, we even experimented on positions.
She had become a real sex addict of me.
She was already two-months pregnant.
I rubbed my hand on her belly; it had not yet started to reveal the bumps.
Her husband knew that she was pregnant and asked her to evacuate.
Being a mother at this age would be embarrassing, he thought.
But she was determined to be a mother again.
She told her husband, being a mother meant their love and marriage to revive from the cold stores.
I deserved a prize, to be the father of her son.
I had made a real woman out of her.
She was like a ghost before.
I made her alive, alive in sex and in every way. She could not stop loving Durgesh.
She could not dream losing me.
She begged me to shad her.
“Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I love you hairy. I love the bush and the hairy thighs of my beloved woman, and love her all hairy.”
“I know, but I really need it once. The hairy feelings were making me dim, and I want a change. My husband is desperate too. And I am sure; you will love the hairless look. Even my husband wants all my pubic hairs clean once.”
“I’m more than sure. Come on, do it for our illicit sex affair and our forthcoming child.”
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was excited.
She never dreamt of emerging a pure sex addict of me.
We made love the whole afternoon and she was still ready for the shad.
I promised it for the other day.
I thought, as the day will pass, she would dismiss the idea of shaving hairless.
As her husband left for office and her son was sent to school, she prepared herself.
She kissed me wet and deep and I caressed her body wrapped under sari and sleeveless blouse.
She was moaning.
I urged her to position herself as a bitch on the floor.
She did it immediately.
I tugged her sari from her back, making my way.
I fucked her from the back, brushing her thick pubic and rubbing her clit.
She came twice and I came in her.
As she stood up, I saw, my sticky Hindu juice was running down.
Now when I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūbs, I felt lonely.
Naturally, their boobs and buts attracted me.
Until the day, I thought highly of all of them.
But now, I felt attracted sexually more and more. I already was Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb’s first target.
I heard the beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies discussing about my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled triumphantly, naturally.
Their preparation began with messing around the porn magazines and chothe books on my bed that Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb regularly cleaned and kept in order.
I noticed one or two books were missing and a change in her attitude.
She was falling prey.
The chance came.
Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb went to Burdwan to visit their parents after her semester exam, and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb had to attend the class excursion for some two weeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb and I, the two were alone.
I came back from the office and lay on the bed leaving open the deliberately put there porn magazines around.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb came back and saw me there sleeping.
I was careless ostensibly.
My Hindu erection was huge and was seen from under the pajama pants.
It was really huge.
She gazed at the size.
It was really unbelievable.
She felt damp from under her panty.
She felt hot and horny.
Her nipples erected.
She could hardly control herself.
She took a quick shower and put on a sari in a strange manner.
The sari came to her knees only, and she did not put on a petticoat or a blouse.
The nipples were pricking at.
She came to her bed, lay on her belly and called for me.
I was ready.
I came to see her lying so.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb asked,
“Will you please give me a quick message? I am soaring.”
I uttered silently, aside,
‘Oh sure. Not only message, a Hindu Semened fuck also. And you will feel sore more than ever.’
But practically I kept silent and came near to her.
Her back was mostly open.
It was so fair and sleek.
“Why don’t you remove the sari from the back?”
I did not wait for her.
Her back was visible, and I began to caress her fair back from the lower hips to the shoulder.
I was straddling her so I could sit on her lovely Musalmān ass.
My Hindu erection was tickling her.
She was leaking, and with no pantied on, her juice was running through her thighs.
She tried her best to keep her moaning silent, biting her lower lips.
I was messaging her back with care.
Her hairy legs were visible to me now.
It was heating us both.
She then turned on her back and the sari removed from her bosoms.
I gasped at her white boobs.
She did not try to cover them.
She was more than determined to have me.
She stared at my eyes.
Then she whispered,
“Do you like my boobs, Durgesh? Don’t you want to touch them?”
I was mesmerized.
They were really soft.
I took the brown nipples between my thumb and index fingers and began to twist them hard.
She moaned loud,
I lowered my lips and kissed her nipples, licked them, bit them and then took them in my firm hands to fondle.
She was moaning.
“Oh, Durgesh, don’t tease me like that. Do what you want.”
“What do I want, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? I want nothing. You wanted it.” I teased her more.
“Me and fuck you? Are you joking? I never wanted to fuck any one of you ever.”
She hissed, dragged me by my shoulder and placed my face on her boobs, herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was immensely eager to proceed.
She lowered my lips towards her belly and she pulled me by my hair.
She was dying for me to be there in her.
I tugged her sari up to her waist and she immediately parted her legs.
It said that she was familiar with this.
It was a reflex act that told her it was time that she will be either penetrated or kissed on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was leaking like a tap.
She did not care for my response.
She was determined to satisfy herself.
I knew everyone of them was determined to make me her own, so that she could have me all forever.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb even helped me by parting herself more.
She removed my hands and put them under her buts.
They were firm and in shape.
She was furious how the hell I never dreamt of caressing those buttocks!
Yet now, they were all mine.
She made me to caress them firmly.
She only whispered back loud.
I was now attentive to the firm, hard-as-nuts clitoris of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb compelled me to do it.
She began to moan loud.
And as her clit was touched, she came; she came furiously, never so hard before.
She almost fainted.
I took my time kissing her.
I was tugging her bushy pubic and her hairy thighs.
She was sure I liked it hairy.
As she recovered her breath, she embraced me.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered in my ears,
“You made me happy with your rubbing only! Don’t you want to please me with your Hindu tool inside also?”
“Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, won’t you regret? It is still not too late to go back.”
“Then you will marry me and we will leave all our relatives for our love.
“It is not love only; it is your body that betrays.”
“And our bodies will love each other once you make me satisfied or I make you so. Come. We are free to do what we like. Our body needs it. We must not neglect the needs of our body.”
She hauled me on her and untied the knot of my pajama.
My Hindu erection was bulging.
As it was free, she took in her hand and placed it on her cracks.
She even did not hesitate to push.
With a deep moaning, she responded to the deep Hindu thrust of mine.
I was half into her.
She was gasping.
I was really huge.
She could not imagine it.
I pushed further and she moaned louder.
Now, there was no use for me to resist anymore.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was determined to fuck me.
When I was totally into her, she kissed me on my lips; we kissed passionately like lovers and beloved, as we had chosen it.
There was no way of going back now.
Neither Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb wanted to go back ever.
She was even determined not to allow me.
She wanted me inside her forever.
There was no use in resisting her.
She had done already what she wanted to.
I began to pump.
She began to thump back raising her butt meeting my thrust.
I increased my speed.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb tangled me with her legs.
She held me with her legs and her hands were on my broad back, her fingers playing with my hair.
I rose on my knees and slightly changed the position.
I pulled apart her legs holding her knees and began to fuck furiously.
She was dripping.
She was moaning loud.
I lowered my mouth to kiss her.
She met my lips and then began to moan louder as my Uncut Hindu Cock was furiously ramming through her wet Musalmān Pussy walls.
“Oh! Fuck me! Faster, Durgesh! Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Yeah! Aghhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yes! Ahhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Fester! Faster! I’m coming! Coming, coming! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!”
She was clawing at my back and kept on shouting as she came.
She arched up and down holding my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly gripped with her Musalmān Pussy lips.
I was pushing faster as she came greatly.
I felt her throbbing Musalmān Pussy as she was panting.
I did not stop.
And another orgasm built into her.
I pounded her as hard as possible, my big throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was moving faster than before in her wet, slippery Musalmān Pussy.
Her Musalmān Pussy walls were clamping down on my Uncut Hindu Cock; I felt that my sexy Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was trying hard to make me come also.
She was panting and her lips met mine in passion. I thrust my rigid Hindu hardness as deep as I could and felt her Musalmān Pussy plastering around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I pulled back with all my strength and she gasped in awe.
She moaned deep,
I pumped harder and she climaxed again.
Holding me, she came again.
As I kept on jamming her Musalmān Pussy, I felt her come.
Ultimately, I could not resist any more.
I came in her Musalmān Pussy.
I came hard.
She felt a cascade of hot Hindu shower flowing into her Musalmān Pussy.
The force, the hot sensation, the feeling of my Hindu semen filling her, the dream of being a perfect sex addict of me, made her come again.
She came again with full-throated moaning and held me tight with the legs and hands.
She took a few minutes to catch her breath.
Then kissing my forehead she said,
“That was more than beautiful, Durgesh. It was great! You are really so amazing! My every lady friend reported me correct.”
“Fuck the people, Durgesh! Who is going to know about our secret if we do not reveal this? And one more thing, you are the first, last and the best man whoever fucked me ever. I’ve never come such a way before. And you beat me, Durgesh. I could not make you come clamping your big Uncut Hindu Cock! I think, you should always give me one more chance to beat you. Wouldn’t you?”
“Oh! Come on! You will never be able to beat me Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.”
“Are you serious? Remember this, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover! You are insulting me.”
“Ok! Done! You can never beat me.”
“That means we’ll do it again! Doesn’t it?”
“Yes! And what’ll be the prize?”
She thought a little.
“If you win, you get whatever you want. And if I win, I’ll get whatever I want about fucking. Done?”
“About fucking? And the hard limit? How many chances we get?”
“As many as we can in the coming week.”
“You are a real sex addict of me, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb! You know, whoever looses, you will get one more chance, and, it’ll continue. You are a real fucking sex addict of me.” I put my lips on her lips and we began to kiss.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock was ready in her Musalmān Pussy and she had already begun to thrust beneath.
She rolled over me.
She began to up and down her round Musalmān buttocks.
She was dripping.
She had had now enough experience how to ride a man.
She did not miss a pump.
I took her boobs in my hands, and enjoyed caressing them.
She was pumping fast.
And she was sure nearing.
I knew I would never come at least within next ten minutes.
So I was meeting her thrust passionately.
I put my hands on her round Musalmān buttocks, and then slowly removed her sari untying it.
She was panting.
The inhuman task of riding such a big Uncut Hindu Cock made her sweating also.
She was all dripping within and out.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my gaauuuuud! It was so greaaaaaaat! Durgesh… It was sooooooooo fucking great … Ahhhhhh… ughh… Ummmmm… Ahhhh… Fuck it…Fuck me Durgesh… Ohhh fuck me… fuck me… make me your wife, your sex addict…ohhhhhh…”
And she came furiously.
As she came, her body arched back, her Musalmān Pussy pointed forward!
What a needy sex addict of me!
She came great!
“Mmmmmm! Durgesh! You are amazing! You are just incredible, Durgesh! You are just amazing, amazing.” She said, as she lay down beside me and kissed my lips.
“And I win again, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. I’m still to come.”
“Yes, you win, My Lord, I’m your obedient slave, your needy sex addict. Order me what can I do for my Hindu Master?”
“Just give me a marvelous ashvinātam blowjob.”
“As my Hindu master orders!”
“If you can make me come within five minutes, you will get whatever you want as a prize.”
She took a long lick, gliding her tongue from my balls to the tip of my rigid, giant Uncut Hindu Cock.
Slipping the tip of her mouth, she ran her tongue over the end.
“Ummmmmmmm! So, that’s what I really taste!! I wander; I haven’t tasted so ever… Ummmmmmmmm…” she kept licking long strokes up the sides of the uncut Hindu Cock and nibbling the end.
She took the lovely Uncut Hindu Cock in her soft hand and began to stroke slowly up and down.
With her other hand, she was playing with my balls.
I felt great.
Still, I was yet to come in another five minutes.
“Allah! Oh my God, Durgesh, when the fuck you are going to come for me? You are incredible! Ohhhhh…”
She started stroking faster and licking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was feeling great.
I began to moan closing my eyes.
I was shocked!
She placed her tongue on my asshole and while stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock, she began to lick my anus!
I was shocked.
I did not think her to suck my asshole.
And there she was, a real sex addict of me, sucking my asshole with so much passion!
She placed a finger on my asshole and began to push it.
That was too much.
I started moaning loud.
I felt the tension building in my balls.
She was desperate to satisfy me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Ohhhhhhhh myyyyy Gauuuuuuud! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, don’t stop! I’m coming; I’m coming for you, oh my God, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, take meeee in your fucking mouth… You, you Durgesh-fucker bitch, Ohhhhhhhh…”
And I came.
I came in her mouth.
I thought, I would never stop coming.
My whole body was throbbing.
She could not swallow all the loads.
She felt she would chock.
As she gulped, some of my loads ran out of her mouth and down around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
When I stopped coming, I fell on the bed.
It was so satisfying!
She was still sucking the last drop of my loads.
She winked at me and then came to lie beside me.
“Did I win the bet, my Hindu master? I think I did.”
“Yes, you win Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You took me by surprise.”
“Let me allow you to take by more surprises. After all, I am now myself experienced in fucking you, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover!”
We embraced each other, kissed passionately and fell asleep.
It was evening when we awoke.
She hurried to get out of the bed.
She was feeling so light.
A satisfying fuck from me always made her relaxed.
She kissed my forehead with care and then entered the bathroom.
She washed her Musalmān Pussy, put her finger in to tug out the remaining Hindu Semen inside and washed carefully.
She was on safe period, so, she did not need any contraceptive for the next one week, and the course of fuck will be a real adventure.
She stood up only to find that she had not brought her clothes.
Her sari was on the bed.
She needed something to wear.
So, she called out,
“Durgesh, cab you hand me over my sari and a petticoat from the wardrobe?”
“Why do you need a sari, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? Sālī, Come out. You look awesome in nothing. Come out.”
“Awesome? Are you joking? Can you imagine, how do I look? It is so embarrassing. Please, please, Durgesh, give me something to wear.”
So, she came out as on the day she was born.
She was gorgeous, her hair was loose, and it came until her knees.
She was covering her boobs with her thick hair.
She came out and went towards the kitchen, her bouncing Musalmān ass made me mad.
I followed her to the kitchen.
She was standing before the kitchen table and boiling milk.
I came over, held her from behind her waist and kissed her neck.
She was shocked and jumped back.
“Allah! Oh my God! You are so naughty, Durgesh. Don’t disturb me. I’m cooking.”
“Then let me fuck you here and now while cooking.”
“No! Let me make you a glass of milk, and then you get the chance. Now, go back to my bed. Remember, I’ve won the last bet.”
“Yes, darling! Okay.” I kissed her neck, teased her nipples and went back to bed.
She came back, still naked, with two glasses of milk and we two fed each other the milk.
I kissed her lips.
“I’ll never get you marry someone else, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are all mine. You are my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, and I’m your Hindu hubby. That’s final. Do you understand?”
She stared at me with a lusty intensity, as if she approved me as her Hindu husband.
She took my Hindu erection in her soft hands and began to fondle.
As I was getting hard, she quickly kneeled on the floor before me, sucking me into her mouth, bringing my hnnmanhood back up to full length.
I reached down to grasp a generous bunch of her hair and pushed her down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, forcing more of my Hindu length into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She responded eagerly, working her lips down my shaft and gobbling up more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, moaning as she worked me to the back of her throat.
She wretched and gagged a few times, water welling up her eyes as she hungrily gobbled up my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She finally released it, her hand still pumping the slippery shaft as she gasped and eyed the full length of my big giant Uncut Hindu Cock.
She looked up at me, now her fucking partner, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her eyes.
I knelt on the floor, hands reaching up to her hips while I faced her delightfully full Musalmān ass.
I kissed her buttocks all over, letting the kisses nearer her inner thigh linger sensually and teasingly.
She gasped as I began kissing my way closer to her sex, reaching up and spreading her buttocks open to expose her to me.
I could feel her trembling as I held her like that, shamelessly exposed to my lusty Hindu eyes, tingling with excitement and apprehension at my next move.
I smiled to watching her rosebud twitch nervously, as if it sensed the sordid thoughts in my head as I licked lips. Her Musalmān Pussy lips, thick and curly, quivered as they hung low and heavy.
The slightest of pink, peeked out from between them, enticing me into her waiting sex.
I stood up and hooking my hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet, kissing her passionately.
I turned her away from me, taking her to the wall and pressed her up against the wall roughly.
She sighed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back a little, kicking her feet apart until they were spread by about half a meter.
I pressed against into her back, forcing her to push her ass out in a nice ‘fuck-me’ pose.
She looked a delightfully sex addict of meaty picture.
She was a real sex addict of me.
Her legs were splayed and ass sticking out, waiting to be fucked.
She craned her neck back and smiled at me invitingly, willing me to take her again.
I nudged up close to her, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inching towards her twat.
She mewed expectantly as I pressed my massive Uncut Hindu Cock head at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, massaging it up and down, smearing it with her copious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt slime.
She cooed and moaned, her body writhing as it trembled in anticipation.
My fat Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing menacingly against her Musalmān vulva, threatening to force it open and plough into her soft maternal pouch once again.
I pulled away from her slick sex and aligned me with that sexy place.
She let at a gasp and shivered as she felt my presence there, hot and needy.
I ran my hand up and down her back, stroking her as if to console her and sooth her trembling fearful body.
I took hold of her hips and pressed forward gently, watching my fat Uncut Hindu Cock head press into her sphincter.
I felt her body tense, unable to fight the physical urge to repel this challenge I placed at her rear exit.
I pushed forward again, pressing harder into her, her loosened anal sphincter still refusing to yield to my enormous angry Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was panting now, her pretty face a tortured grimace as she struggled to accommodate me.
I leaned forward and took an ample amount of her long, black hair in my hand, pulling her head back.
She let out a long sigh as I eased out of her again.
I placed my Uncut Hindu Cock head back at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, coating it again with her slippery Musalmān juices.
Placing my Uncut Hindu Cock back at her asshole, this time I slipped in much easier.
Gradually I eased further and further into her.
Pumping gently when I sensed she could tolerate it, holding back when she tensed and growled.
Slowly I could begin to fuck her incredibly tight Musalmān asshole.
Initially it was slow strokes of the first few inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pushing in and pulling out in a gentle rhythm.
As her breathing eased I began feeding her more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, listening to the delightful guttural grunts as the occasional forceful thrust pushed a little too far into her.
Slowly I began to fuck her and soon I could really begin to enter her magnificently tight anal couldal.
I held her wide round, sexy, bumpy Musalmān ass as I began pumping into her ass, hearing her make deliciously animal grunting noises.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Ashshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…ssssssssssss..” she moaned loud,
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again.
Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness long ago drifting into carnal delirium as her body succumbed to this intense fucking.
Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were wide with intensity.
I gave her one powerful thrust, delivering the full length of my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tortured rear.
I wrapped my arms around her and ground my body against hers, gyrating to let her feel the full length and girth in her bowels.
We stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the intense feeling of being connected in such a nasty way.
She was panting as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair, grinding her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into my Uncut Hindu Cock sensually.
I eased back from her withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting deeply into her guts.
She grunted loudly as a grimace spoiled her pretty flushed face, hissing at the rough way I ploughed her Musalmān rectum.
She whined at me, her brow furrowed at the insinuation of more anal fucking.
It was time for me to finish what I had started.
She grunted as I began humping away again.
She reached out to place both palms against the wall to hold her steady, panting and grunting as I started plugging away at her asshole again.
I fucked her easily now.
Despite the continuing tightness of her Musalmān sphincter, she accepted my large, fat, erected Uncut Hindu Cock easily inside her hole.
“HMMMNNN… Give it to me. Give it to me hard.” She panted, thrusting back to me almost as hard as I ploughed into her. “Hit it. Hard.”
I held her by her narrow waist and began rutting away at her abused asshole, my thighs slapping against her buttocks causing her flesh to jiggle.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Harder… More… More… hit it… hit it harder…” She began chanting deliriously in between grunts and groans as my fat Uncut Hindu Cock ravished her Musalmān rectum.
Deep down in her belly she could feel the beginnings of what she knew would be another mind shattering orgasm.
I fucked her hard now, growling as I plugged my fat Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ruined Musalmān sphincter.
“Fuck it… oooohhhhhh… f-u-c-k-m-e-eeeeeee… Hit it… hit it… hit it… you want to fuck my Musalmān ass so fuck it. Fuck it hard!” She growled through gritted teeth as she thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Ultimately, I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I began thrusting into her with animalistic anger, growling as I rutted her Musalmān asshole relentlessly.
“Yes… yes… like that… hit my ass like that… Tear it up… Destroy that ass… make it yours… Conquer it and make it yours… hit that ass and make me your whore… hit it… fuck your Musalmān whore…fuck your sexy Musalmān whore… fuck this sexy Musalmān bitch… tear up this Musalmān bitch’s asshole…, fuck this sexy bitch-whore… don’t you dare take your Uncut Hindu Cock out of my ass you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu… fuck me… fuck… fuck… fuck… Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!”
She screamed, as her sphincter clamped tight around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock just as I was giving her the final thrust.
I could barely make out her waling as she climaxed around greatly around my Uncut Hindu Cock, her entire body writhing as she squealed and growled like an animal. I began plugging away again as powerful surges pumped through my body and I began emptying my balls into her sexy Musalmān ass, filling her Musalmān rectum with gallons of my Hindu spunk.
She tried desperately to escape my continued Hindu assault but I held her forcefully, keeping her where I needed her till I was finisheded.
She wretched and scratched and squealed as her climax sent her flailing but I just kept plugging away at her now ruined Musalmān asshole.
The air filled with disgusting slurping noises as I ploughed her cum-filled rectum, each time pulling out completely then shoving the whole of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her sloppy Musalmān ass.
Finally, I pulled away and she crumpled onto the floor, twitched and spamming as she groaned and moaned her way through the last surges of her powerful climax.
With just enough sanity left, I scurried over to her and kneeled by her head.
Roughly I grabbed her by her hair and lifted face her to my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.
She turned her face away in fatigues, still reeling from her orgasm, just wanting to be left alone to recover and recuperate from the assault on her senses.
But I was persistent, pulling her roughly and forcing my disgusting Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
She cleaned me off thoroughly, licking away the sexy yellow streaks along the shaft as well as the disgusting sticky globules that had formed at the base of my deflating Uncut Hindu Cock.
Even as she continued wrenching, she diligently attended to my Uncut Hindu Cock, kissing and licking and pleasuring me till the end.
I stroked her face, flushed and glistening with sweat. Finally, when my Uncut Hindu Cock had become too sensitive I pulled out from her, surprised to hear a dejected purr leave her lips as if I’d taken away her favorite toy.
“Then, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, who wins this time?” I asked.
“Who could beat my Durgesh, my lord, my husband, my master and my fucker? But, tell me one thing, darling, you fuck other beautiful Musalmān girls very often, have they satisfied you better in this way?” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“No, my darling Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, my wife, my sex addict, I’ve fucked a Musalmān girl recently. We’ve started seeing and fucking each other. But, we did it for some three months only. She is pregnant now, and will give birth to our baby some four months later.”
“I wish I know that fortunate Musalmān lady.”
“Yes, you know. She was our Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, my Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”
“Allah! Oh My God! You did Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pregnant? What a fuck!”
“She look stunning. Yet as she says about her husband, I wonder why she needed you? Her husband himself isn’t impotent she says.”
“It is unfair, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are underestimating me.”
“No no, my love, you are the best. But he was better than many others she told me. I really appreciate you. But it is a mystery that his wife did not appeal him.”
“That made a sense. Do you know Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat is as skilled as you are? She is a real bitch like you. Now, say me, what do I get as the winning treat?”
“You get whatever you want.”
“I want you nude all the time around until others come. And don’t put on underwear when you go out…ever.”
“As you wish, my lord.”
She made way to the kitchen in nude and I followed.
She untied her long hair that fell covering her ass.
She prepared to cook for us.
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My thought about Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb also made its own way to my desire of fucking her again.
Now, I thought to fuck all of them, not only Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, but Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb also.
Their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, was constantly requesting me persistently.
“You already have sex with Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Durgesh.”
“So what? You compelled me, Al Islām Al Farīd. I didn’t have another option. I want to keep you happy.”
Al Islām Al Farīd looked at me gravely,
“If you really want to keep me happy, Durgesh, please accept Åāliyah and Jamīlah too. You have your infinite bodies.”
“Oh,” I smiled ironically somewhat, “so now you think they are my infinite bodies. You don’t think any longer that they are actually humanoid robots identical to me?”
Al Islām Al Farīd smiled.
“No, you are not alone; nevertheless, if you think I’m not a living being in those my bodies, why do you want your entire daughters to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to me?”
“Because I’m not alone in this matter too.”
“If the entire womankind is happy to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to you, why not my daughters too? If today mankind is incompetent enough to even live in relationship with a lady, it must worry the mankind themselves, why us womankind?”*
It made sense.
I felt it really difficult to hide my ever adamant Hindu hard-on looking her three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters roaming around, their shaking Musalmān buttocks, and their Musalmān cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.
I remembered a day inadvertently.
The day was a real head-turner.
I fired the computer when it was eight o’clock in the evening.
I never suspected Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat might come and watch me from the back of the room.
It was the common passage towards the terrace.
Al Islām Al Farīd and her family lived on the first floor and Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s family was in the ground floor.
I was fucking Réħānah Ashraf and I didn’t know Réħānah Ashraf had left the door opened.
Inadvertently or knowingly, I didn’t know.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was passing the corridor by the room, and through the open window, the view attracted her.
She saw me fucking Réħānah Ashraf fervently.
It was almost the common fate of the Musalmān women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grew passive in sex, and the women had to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needed.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was no exception.
Watching me fucking Réħānah Ashraf, an idea hit her.
She felt horny.
The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.
She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night.
She was beautiful, no doubt.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat maintained her beauty going to parlors regularly, and was still in good shape.
She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she was.
She chose a knee-length green frock that looked like a schoolgirl’s play dress.
She put it on, shedding her usual nightgown, tied her hair in a pony-tale and came to see herself on the mirror.
Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock left ample part of her curvy Musalmān figure for imagination.
Her legs were good, but beautifully hairy!
She raised her arm.
The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma.
She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.
She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her Musalmān Pussy.
Her husband had never cared for those.
She reclined for it.
But thought it would be OK.
What she had seen today, was unexpected.
And once having seen the Uncut Hindu Dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the Uncut Hindu Dick.
Allah! Oh God!
It was so large and thick!
She prepared the dinner and called me to come downstairs and have it.
She looked herself once more on mirror.
Yes! That’s it that she wanted to look like!
No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.
I entered, and she succeeded to turn my head.
I gasped at her but she tried to look as if nothing was wrong.
She served the dinner, stood by me while I ate and occasionally bent over me to give this and that and that made me wilder.
She could see the bulging hard- on of mine under the pants.
I was so huge!
She bit her lips.
I tried to control my hard-on but could not.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was too beautiful.
I had never thought sexy about Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.
She was beautiful, sexy and now turned to be a seducer!
I suggested her to dine with me.
She reluctantly denied.
I asked her again and she sat in front of me.
We finisheded the dinner quietly.
As the dinner was over, I thought to help her in washing and so I did deliberately cunningly.
While doing, my hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect Musalmān nipples on my back.
I was out of control then.
I could not hide my tent in the pant, neither I wanted to.
She looked and smiled.
Then came the words from her sexy lips,
“It seems you are not fed totally. Are you?”
She turned to me and raising her boobs with both hands, asked,
“Are not they in good shape like your heroines you fuck?”
I didn’t gasp in surprise, deliberately.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat asked,
“Would you want to try them?”
That made sense. I took her in arms, and her lips found their way.
We kissed passionately.
We kissed really hard.
It was my first kiss to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, but being utmost experienced in sex already, I still did well.
She broke the kiss and whispered,
“Come on, Durgesh, take me to the bedroom.”
We retreated to the bedroom as we were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What was happening to her?
I lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights.
“Leave it, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!”
She giggled as I raised her hands on her head and brushed my lips on her hairy armpits.
“Oh Durgesh! You Hindus are so naughty!”
“Ok Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. You are really beautiful.”
She felt a shiver running through her spine.
I began to caress her beautiful Musalmān boobs under her beautiful green frock.
I began to kiss them.
“Never.” I said gravely, “I always respect my entire women, Musalmān or otherwise. They aren’t my whore ever. They are my ever respected life partners.”
She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Musalmān books.
The sexy words raise the sexual urge.
She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs until knees.
I helped her sit and tugging up her green frock; I peeled it off her head.
As she raised her hands, her firm breasts came into full view and I took them in hands.
I began kissing the pitch-dark areola.
She was moaning,
“Love me, Durgesh, love me, please.”
I went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval.
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was the Hindu master of sex doing with her?
I brushed my hands on her mound.
I felt the thick bush there and my fingers touched the crack.
Her idiot husband never cared to touch her there.
I kissed on her Musalmān Pussy!
She just came.
It was hardly enough for her.
She urged me not to tease her anymore.
I settled down there between her beautiful long Musalmān legs.
The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again.
It was so uncommon to her.
She never came so close.
“You are awesome! I love it. Come on, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, let me love you.” I urged.
“Then, it is the time my utmost experienced Hindu lover is ready to take me. Aren’t you? Oh, come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come; fuck your Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. Make her your whore. Come. Sorry, not whore, your life partner, okay?”
She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting me between her legs.
I smiled, opened my pant, taking my erect Hindu shaft in hand, positioned myself.
I was throbbing now.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was huge, really huge.
It was some seven or eight inches long, and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.
I began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering Musalmān Pussy.
She was holding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips apart with both hands, and I watched her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.
She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.
She felt excited presenting herself before such an utmost experienced Hindu Lover of sixty-six with such a huge Uncut Hindu Cock.
She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband.
She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for me to place myself.
There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole that was too juicy.
I trailed my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit.
She began to moan loud,
“Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm… fuck me… fuckfuckfuck…”
But I was still not in mood to enter.
She narrowed her eyes,
“You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Durgesh. Stop teasing now.”
“Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak sexy, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”
“Oh! No, not again. Stop teasing. Just put your big fat utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me hard. Fuck sweet Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, Durgesh. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck me, fuck me even like your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”
She gasped, I put the tip of my huge Hindu shaft in and she held her breath.
I looked tensed and wryly looked in her eyes.
She gave me an encouraging look and I thrust my Hindu length again.
She held her breath and let a deep moan pass through her lips,
I was excited to enter her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.
I was determined to please her.
And I began to pump her.
She raised her ass to meet my thrust while groaning deep and loud.
Who was there after all to hear them tonight?
As I drew back my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around my bare Hindu waist.
I began to fuck.
She was nearing another orgasm.
She felt the tension building down there.
And the sound made her feel good, the ‘thwap- thwap- thwap’ sound of my pumping in and out her needy Musalmān Pussy turned her mad.
She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.
She felt the throbbing of her Musalmān Pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her.
She must had drained some juice that had already stained the bed sheet.
And just then, she felt my throbbing in her.
It meant I was to ejaculate.
I was pumping furiously and groaning after the long five hours fuck.
I was sweating and groaning loud, I came.
I released a lot of hot Hindu semen in her.
She gasped as I began to come and the sensation of the throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock releasing the hot Hindu Semen in her, made her come again.
We were so exhausted that we had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, I was in her and she was tangling me with both her hands and legs.
As we awoke, I felt my hard on in her Musalmān Pussy and she smiled sensing me getting hard again so soon.
She began to kiss me and we began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss me on my lips, my cheeks and on neck.
I was caressing her firm breasts, and twisted the nipples that were hard again, hard as nails.
She began to moan and I helped her lay on all fours on bed.
She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and her husband would take her from behind like a dog.
And the dream was going to be fulfilled with her utmost experienced Hindu Lover of Sixty Six, of whom she could think it was hardly enough.
I fondled her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass-cheeks and gave a passionate light slap.
She moaned deep.
She was juicy again.
And she badly needed a hard long Uncut Hindu Cock to go inside.
And she sensed it was going through her slippery Musalmān channel.
I was again ball-deep in her in one thrust.
Our pubic hair met and I began a slow passionate fuck.
She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.
I thrust my Hindu shaft again.
I was doing it slow now; I allowed her time to recover.
Ultimately I was again feeling close to come.
I increased my speed.
By the time, she began to moan again.
I was furious.
Catching her slander Musalmān waist, I was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.
Deep groan was coming from her throat.
And while groaning, I came.
I smiled triumphantly,
“Oh! Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I’m coming, coming. Come for me darling… come, come…come.”
And she joined my groan.
She came again.
She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking.
She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time.
That meant she was a multi-orgasmic.
And no wonder, she had never felt it until she was thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.
I found it always queer, how a Musalmān woman could live without fulfilling her so urgent sexual needs for so long.
I was surprised to find that night, that Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat had never enjoyed sex in that way.
She had never enjoyed the half of the orgasms she enjoyed with me that night.
She was surprised herself to find herself a multi-orgasmic.
She called herself a slut.
She felt hot to call her so.
I told her again and again it was natural.
She wasn’t a slut at all.
It was her normal reaction.
There was nothing in it to be criticized at all.
Instead, it must be respected being natural.
Shouldn’t even nature be respected?
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Waħīdah Yåqūb was giving lecture to Jamīlah about female sex- hormones.
They knew their stepfather, Durgesh, was reading in the other room.
None of them appreciated the idea of their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, to leave their Abbū, Imām Yåqūb Naåīmuddīn Chishtī and live in relationship with me.
Jamīlah was always vibrant, and she just asked, “Tell me, Bājī, how do men react while they are excited and want to have sex?”
“They just feel hard at their penis. The phallus turns harder and harder, gets erected and, pre-cum oozes out from the head.”
“And then the intercourse?”
“Yes. The penis goes into the vagina, erupts semen, and if the lady is on fertility –period, she finds herself pregnant soon.”
“And is it necessary that the woman must be excited or… you know… Ready?”
“Of course not! Only ready means, your vagina- channel gets lubricated and your clit is erect, you are wet there. But that does not count on pregnancy. You like or not, you ready or not, what counts are your fertility and the semen. Remember that always. You are adult now, and you must have sex now or then if you like or not… so, just mind to take protection before doing. Understand?”
“Ohhh! Bājī! Never mind…”
They hugged tightly and Waħīdah Yåqūb asked mockingly,
“So? Why is my loving sis asking so much detail? Are you going to do it, or have you already done that?”
“Oh! Bājī! You are being unfair. I have not done that, and have no source to do so…you know that! But tell me, have you done it already? Err, I mean, do you do it regularly?”
“Oh! No! None of your cup of tea!”
“Ya, I know, but MejBājī told that she has come to know the secret. You are a regular. You take Oral Contraceptives regularly. Don’t you? Please, please, Bājī… Tell…”
“Ya. She is right. I used to do it regularly. But, for the last nine months, I have not done that… you know.” Waħīdah Yåqūb felt shy as her secret was at last revealed.
“You are lucky, then. Bājī, please, tell about your first experience, I am excited to know about that.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb tried to avoid her but the youngest sister was pressing too much; and then joined the second one, Åāliyah Yåqūb.
She was more than enthusiast.
And Waħīdah Yåqūb almost blushed to remind that time.
She just told,
“The first time, you feel pain.
It hurts, you know, if you had not done all that masturbations with your fingers or something like that.
But once you pass the pain, it is the best thing that happens in your life, and once you are in habit, you are in heaven always.
The two sisters pressed her to share her first cherry-popping, painful experience, and Waħīdah Yåqūb, insisted that their stepfather, Durgesh, was in the next room, so they better leave the topic left for then and there.
But Åāliyah Yåqūb informed that she had just passed Durgesh‘s room, and he was sleeping, so they better carry on.
Waħīdah Yåqūb blushed again to remember the day some two years ago. She started:
“It was some three years ago, Jamīlah had not joined the college yet and I was in the final year. After the practical exam, almost all the students had gone to their houses, the college was almost empty, as the winter vacation was on. Åāliyah Yåqūb had also gone home after the semester. The day was charming, but too cold. It was raining all the day.
“I was in my room, when the caretaker called me that someone was waiting on line for me. I was surprised who it may be, and came downstairs to attend the call. It was Naushābah Jamīl, my classmate. She asked me to come immediately to the college office and meet her. It was urgent.
“So, I headed towards the campus in search of Naushābah Jamīl. It was raining. I reached the corridor and the silent campus seemed to be so ghostly, you know. I reached the first floor, where the office room is, as Naushābah Jamīl told she would be there.
“Suddenly a strange sound hit my ears. It was unusual, I was familiar with it. And it was Naushābah Jamīl, moaning in pleasure! The moan, that passes usually when a girl is sexually satisfied! I was not unaware of it. I was a regular masturbator with some or all the other girls in the college, hostel.
“Though some girls of the hostel were regularly going late nights and dating, these were not my kind. Everybody knew that I was sigh and did know nothing about sex. Only, my room partners knew that I was sensual, sexy and friendlier with my cunt and fingers or the thick- fat candles. And Naushābah Jamīl was the one of them.
“As I stood near the head- clerk’s room, the sound made me sure that there was something forbidden in the room. And I just peeped through the key- hole.
“What did I see, was totally a head-turner to me! It was Naushābah Jamīl lying stark naked on the table, and between her legs, it was Durgesh, our Hindu stepfather, also naked, pumping his marvelous unique thick, fat Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my best-friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy ! She was loud always, when she masturbates, and now, she was louder. With every thrust from Durgesh, she made a groan, approving how much she enjoyed. And they were sweating on the cold day!
“Heaving with every thrust! Durgesh was holding her ankles with hands high spreading as much as he could while fucking, and she was joining him with each thrust holding her beautiful young Musalmān ass high to meet more appropriately.
“I was an uneasy observer, but my legs had already turned to jelly and I was struck there peeping at the wild sex- scene in the room. To be honest, I was already damn wet under my long skirt and white knickers. I was desperate to touch myself there, and I did!
“I slid one hand under the skirt and pulling aside the panty, I started rubbing my erected clit. I was dripping wet, the wetness began to flow my thighs. And rubbing my clit I came, desperately, my cum filled my hand and the panty, some squirted on the skirt too!
“I was to run back, but just then, the umbrella fell on the floor. Before I head back picking up the umbrella, the door opened and Naushābah Jamīl pulled me inside with one strong pull. She was all naked then; Durgesh’s extremely fragrant Hindu semen was flowing down her smooth Musalmān thighs, overflowing her now swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt . `Oh! You made just an awful entry,’ she glared at me. `You! The sound made us scared and, you know, Durgesh just came inside.’
“I murmured, ‘ I’m sorry. Actually… .’
‘Just keep quite! You know, Durgesh had been dying for you. He just wants to have you at any cost. And today, you are not to argue. Understand? Come on Waħīdah Yåqūb, show Durgesh what a slut you are.’
‘Slut? Me? Naushābah Jamīl? Are you mad? I was still under haze after a sweet orgasm. I sensed, seeing Durgesh naked, quietly, was making me hot again.’
“I was a needy slut always, to be honest. Everybody knows me as a meek and mild girl, but about sex, I was desperate, only lacked the courage to take the initial step. The word `slut’ made me wet again. I gazed at the glistering Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, now still erect between his legs. Naushābah Jamīl suddenly caught hold of my long, upbraided hair and furiously began to kiss me.
“I put my lips in hers while our tongues tangled brusher with each other in a deep sensual kiss we do often share. She began to caress my breasts with both hands. I decided to go through the situation.
“And then I realized Durgesh had stood up and had come behind me. He had started to embrace me from the behind. Our kiss broke as Durgesh turned me towards him and put a deep kiss on my lips. Uhh! The first ever kiss from a man! I opened my mouth as his lip trailed into my mouth, finding something desperately.
“I returned his kiss. We broke the contract just a while to catch the breath and again we were lost in a passionate kiss. He fondled my butt and then began to caress them. I let a deep sigh out- Allahhh..hhhsss.
“Naushābah Jamīl had by then lit a cigarette, and was smoking. She said, -hadn’t I told that your Waħīdah Yåqūb is a real needy slut, a fucking hot girl? Now take her to all and make a fucking randy whore of your own just like me.’
“Durgesh lifted me and put me on the chair. And he began to unbutton my cardigan. As he finished, Naushābah Jamīl kneeled before him, took a deep smoke and parting her lips, gave a sensual kiss on his now fully erect Uncut Hindu Cock. Durgesh was peeling me one by one. First came out the cardigan, then the top and the bra. He lowered his lips to kiss one of my breasts, and as his tongue licked my nipples, I felt, I came then and there on my panty. Allah! Oh God! It was so hot!
“Naushābah Jamīl began to lick his Uncut Hindu Cock, often smoking and gulping the whole Hindu shaft into her Musalmān throat! I was surprised to see her do so! I had seen such activities only in the pornographies which we, in the hostel used to arrange in our rooms now and then, ransoming the caretaker. But when I saw it real, made me hornier. I wanted to act as a real slut as she had told.
“I crawled down the chair and kneeled by her. With a mouthful of smoke she kissed me, letting the smoke enter me. I inhaled it and lowered my mouth on Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Prick. It was glistering with Naushābah Jamīl’s Musalmān Pussy-juice and her saliva. I planted a deep kiss on the tip.
“Then smoked from Naushābah Jamīl’s stuff and like I saw her doing, I opened my mouth and took the Uncut Hindu Prick into my ardent Musalmān mouth. I began to lick from top to the root, till his black, thick, curly pubic hair did not brush my nose. With one hand, I caressed his Hindu balls, letting him out a deep moan- ahhhh! Just do it.
“I was totally become a slut like Naushābah Jamīl by then and she was fondling my ass. A while later, Durgesh took me with both hands, kissed me, and lifting me holding my slander waist, let me lie on the table in the position I saw Naushābah Jamīl lying and fucking.
“I was in the skirt and sensed Durgesh lifting it upholding the hem to my waist. I put my ass up to help Durgesh get my panty out. He was in no hurry, but I was. He lowered his face and kissed me on there. Oh! It was a sensation. A shiver flew through my spine and I felt very wet there. He parted the outer lips of my Musalmān Pussy and licked hard.
“I moaned and moaned. My clitoris was getting hard; my nipples were by then rock hard. He was kissing and I was moaning for a quick fuck. Really the whole act made me a needy slut. I was thrusting my pelvis to his face up and with both hands had already clutched his hair. With one finger he had put into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, he started to finger-fuck me.
“I was on the verge of a rocking orgasm. I could sense the tension building in me. His two fingers were already in me. I sensed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-juice running through his Hindu fingers. With his finger satisfying me, I came then and there, vigorously, as hard as possible. It was the best one I had enjoyed then, more to come… you know.
“Our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, looked up, came forward and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him too. And I sensed his rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock was brushing through my ardent Musalmān crack. I shivered and as he was brushing it through, I surprisingly found that I came again! This time, the orgasm was more sensitive.
“I was moaning and suddenly, he put it into my Musalmān Pussy! First, the head came through the moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt- channel and he waited. Naushābah Jamīl crawled up on the table and straddled me on her knees, her Musalmān Pussy just on my face. She leaned to kiss Durgesh and I began licking her wetness.
“Durgesh held my legs apart, clutching the ankles and raising the legs as far as to my chest. He asked, ‘Ready now? Waħīdah Yåqūb? It is going to hurt if it’s your first one.’ But I was in no mood to listen. He pushed the Uncut Hindu Cock in a little, and I moaned loud- Allahhhhhhsssss!
“Durgesh increased the weight, and thrust again. I moaned louder. Then, suddenly, a thrust followed and I cried out loud, as his long thick Uncut Hindu Cock popped off my Musalmān cherry. It did not bleed as I had the hymen popped off a long time ago while masturbating with wood-pencils or candles, and with Allah knows with what, but it hurt.
“I was stung in pain, and my best friend just thrust her Musalmān Pussy on my mouth. She was wet, and I felt her now-swollen Musalmān Pussy lips so wet, that forgetting the pain, I began to lick her juice. And I sensed Durgesh had begun to pump me, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt that had by then adjusted the first insert, his thickness and his whole Hindu shaft.
“I was dripping there and he found it easy to pump me. The wet channel was burning for the shaft was really thick, but the burning of my sex was much more. He was really fucking me! And I was really enjoying! In my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, there was the tasty Musalmān Pussy of Naushābah Jamīl, her hairy Musalmān Pussy was leaking her cum.
“Durgesh was fucking me really carefully. He knew it was my first season and he was fucking slowly. But I sensed the urge of speed and began to moan- oh! Fuck-fuck me hard, you old Hindu scoundrel, fuck the Musalmān Pussy hard… faster faster….oh oh ufffff… ahhhhhh… And he began to fuck fast. I felt the tension coiling in the lower abdomen, and I was really going to cum soon.
“Durgesh was rubbing my clit then, fast with the rhyme of the pumping in and out. And moaning loud, I came, harder than the previous one.
“But Durgesh was not done yet, and he was thrusting in and out furiously. I could hear the sound of the Uncut Hindu Cock going in and out of my slippery Musalmān Pussy, and his groaning was now heard loud enough. He was holding my hips and bouncing as if there was no tomorrow.
“His eyes were closed and teeth gritted as I sensed a hot flow of thick Hindu load squirting deep into my Musalmān vagina. It was vibrating and spreading the load and with the fall of the Hindu semen, I began to cum again.
“We could not catch our breath for a little while, and when we could, the first word I said, was, ‘Allah! Oh my god, it was so fucking well! Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you made me a woman now! Now I understand why Ammī left Abbū for you. Now I understand why we beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so crazy to fuck you. Allah! Oh God! It was amazing, just amazing. I never came so much for a day. Oh!’
“Naushābah Jamīl came down to my crotch and began to lick my Musalmān Pussy. She cleaned Durgesh’s Hindu semen with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and we kissed, tasting Durgesh’s hot Hindu load through our tongues. I was lying there and feeling little dizzy for some time only to get ready with the all licking and fingering of my friend.
“And, when I was wet again and was really in need of a little attention for my dripping Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh was ready with his hard-on which was now brushing through the crack of my Musalmān Pussy. And he just started the bouncing in and out, in and out, in and out, and after some five or six hours later we came together heavily, our release throbbed inside my Musalmān Pussy.
“I sensed the jerk in there, felt how hot his Hindu load was and as the dizzy feelings subsided, an idea suddenly panicked me. He came twice in me and I was not undergoing any birth control.
“I began to cry, feeling what will happen to me, my future, what my friends, family will think of me. Only then Durgesh spoke. He was silent all through the fuck. He just said not to be panicked and gave us two a packet of Morning-After pill each and also the instructions how to use. We kissed passionately and I stood up to put on my clothes. I took the bra, put it on and Durgesh did the hooking back.
“I wore the top, the cardigan and was searching the panty. It was lying on the chair and was almost soaking wet with my cum and the semen of Durgesh. He held it up and said,’ I’m going to keep it, darling, as the memento of my fantasy girl who came to be my fucking baby.’
“I could not but laugh and said,` Ok, you win the toffee. And I am all yours, you possess me, owe me by the time. You made me a woman, popping my fucking Musalmān virginity; I am looking forward for another fuck from you soon.’ We returned back and I felt pain. It was soaring in the morning. Naushābah Jamīl told me to take rest, take some hot-bath and some antibiotics for the pain.
“Rest helped me, and so the therapy. I was all cured by the second day, and on the third afternoon, Durgesh‘s call came. I was in the office room again, and it was the real, perfect intercourse, what we call lovemaking. He introduced me the test of his hot Hindu semen as he unloaded the jerk in my Musalmān mouth too. It tasted odd, but the feeling of being a perfect slut came to be true.
“I felt like a randy whore whenever Durgesh called on phone to come to his office. We got the rhythm, at least twice a week; mostly on Saturdays and Sundays and each time, he would come at least thrice a day.
“We fucked like dog and bitch, like husband and wife, like lover and beloved, like whore and customer, like couple on first date, and in every possible guise, in every possible style, every possible pose. We went on holidays and seminars in Digha, in Kolkata, in Delhi, and even at Durgesh‘s house.
“After our final exam, both Naushābah Jamīl and I were posted in the home-Hospital for Durgesh. And Durgesh married Naushābah Jamīl last year, leaving me all alone.”
As she finished her experience, she found her two sisters lying in the bed, spreading their legs and lifting their nightgowns up, fingering their pussies and moaning.
Waħīdah Yåqūb did not lag behind.
She had not been doing any sex for the last eight or nine months.
Her only relief was her fingers and the candles just as they used to be in the past.
She needed a good fuck at any cost and she found it difficult to find my Uncut Hindu Cock here, as her sisters’ presence.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb put her hand under the sari and petticoat (petticoat) and began to finger her Musalmān Pussy.
The room filled with the aroma of sex and the moans the three of them doing with fingering themselves.
And they were so hot that they came almost at the same time.
The release was good for them and they felt calm.
“You are now alone. Aren’t you, Bājī?”
“Why? Have you found one?”
“Oh! Not again, Bājī. It’s not fair. I told you, I am alone. And I do not like the boys here. They are so predictable, you know!”
“Predictable in sex? Yes, my dear, I heard, most of the women say, their husbands are predictable. They just get erected, tug the women’s clothes, and go for pumping and release soon, leaving the women unsatisfied. They don’t think of their wives’ release or orgasms.”
“Oh! It’s so sad. I fear what will happen to us.”
“Yes, be careful. Don’t go for a date until you know the man and his outlook about sex. Discuss it first what he thinks about woman and her sex. You know, once you had tasted it, it becomes an addiction if it is good. I feel so lonely now, having so much pleasure once and living alone without a single fuck for the last six or seven months. It’s so unbearable!
Åāliyah Yåqūb came and hugged her sister.
‘I think you are right, Bājī. It’s an addiction. I had seen Durgesh and Ammī doing sex at night regularly. Just think, he is almost fifty and she was forty-seven. Ammī says that it’s a habit. If they do not make love at least twice or thrice a week, they feel anxious. Sex releases the tension. Even if they come to visit us, they make love at the day, when we are out.
“I had seen them enjoying here one day when I arrived at noon unexpectedly. I entered with my own key as usual and heard their moaning. I spied them and released my cum. Ammī told me that day when she found me in my room after she came to pee some five minutes after their release. They care for each other and are very happy in sex.’
This surprised Jamīlah.
But Waħīdah Yåqūb told that she had too seen her parents enjoying sex many times here and also at their home.
“That means one thing; we three sisters need our partners who can satisfy our sexual needed. Am I right?”
Åāliyah Yåqūb suggested,
“Why not we too make our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, as our partner? He is strong and healthy. If he can fuck Waħīdah Yåqūb Bājī, why can’t all of us? Once I too have chanced to have a look at his erected Uncut Hindu Prick a few days ago. He is really huge, I say.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb told her to keep quiet.
It will make them incest. It is better not to discuss it.
Her sisters agreed and they hugged each other.
As the dinnertime was near, they prepared the dinner and Waħīdah Yåqūb went to call Durgesh for dinner.
I was still sleeping.
Waħīdah Yåqūb entered the room knocking, and saw her beloved Durgesh lying asleep on the bed.
I looked so sweet when I slept, thought Waħīdah Yåqūb.
She touched my bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine.
Oh, it’s so wrong! Touching Durgesh and feeling sexy is very wrong.
And she was not his real daughter.
They have already fucked each other too much.
Now why the hell she was reacting so strange and irrational?
She called me loud, and I woke up.*
She gave me a regular hug, a peck on my cheeks and I returned her so.
She felt her erect nipples brushing my bare hairy chest once again.
Though she was in sari and the blouse, her nipples were so erect that they were now tickling through.
Irrationally, she felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever.
She asked me to come and have the dinner.
At the dinner, we were stout all and teasing each other.
I was teasing Jamīlah, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Åāliyah Yåqūb, leg pulling me.
But Waħīdah Yåqūb was not in mood.
She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with mine.
She felt she was wet there under her sari and petticoat.
She wore sari usually.
Rarely did she wore jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters.
Her favorite outfit for the hospital was either sari or salwar.
Often she put on some long skirt and formal shirts. she worked hard to keep herself in shape, like her sisters.
She was not busty, but not skimpy also.
Her size matched with her younger sister Åāliyah Yåqūb.
They both used 32 B size bra and their waists measured 28 and going down, their ass rolled round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured.
Her sari hung just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, left enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm young Musalmān boobs.
She was always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress.
Åāliyah Yåqūb also had such long hair.
But Jamīlah loved it a boy’s cut.
Whatever it was, Waħīdah Yåqūb felt a tension looking at Durgesh.
She could not forget ever how passionately I fuck her whenever she was lucky enough to get the chance.
She felt a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on me.
It was not right.
She must get rid of it.
She tried to think about something else.
We finished the dinner.
Åāliyah Yåqūb helped Waħīdah Yåqūb to clean and the other two retired to study.
They finished the cleaning and headed towards their rooms.
Waħīdah Yåqūb locked herself, got out of her cloth, opened the blouse, untied the petticoat, and lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauled out a long thick candle.
Her tongue lubricated it and she thrust it down to her dripping Musalmān Pussy.
She bit her lips so that the moan did not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.
Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving Durgesh.
Yet she could not stop thinking about me.
She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle.
She had enjoyed four orgasms then and there, thinking Durgesh fucking her.
And then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle.
She fell asleep.
And in dream, she enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with me.
I was really well- built even at my sixty six.
My prick was normally some eight inches long and thick.
And I fucked her really well.
I almost fucked the shit out of her.
She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight.
She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette.
A good smoke can make sense.
She smoked and retired to bed.*
I felt it odd as she reacted tonight.
I had heard all they were discussing there in the other room in the evening, before the dinner.
I wasn’t surprised to find her sober beloved Waħīdah Yåqūb’s love life, or appropriately her sex life.
It wasn’t really shocking to find her experiences.
I fucked her because that was what her own Ammī wanted me to do.
“Fuck her yourself, Durgesh, before she is taken advantage of by someone not suitable for her.”
I respected her Ammī’s concern for her and obliged her immediately.
Why take chance to let anything wrong happen?
I always thought highly about her.
Everyone who knows, think highly about her and no one, who knows her, would be surprised to discover her as a slut as she had called herself today.
It was unbelievable.
I had to change her negative psychology as soon as possible.
She wasn’t a slut.
No girl must think herself a slut ever.
Sex is a normal desire.
And as such It must be respected.
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She bolted upright on the couch and swiveled around to stare into my eyes.
“Allah! Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was…I was…touching you there. Please forgive me,” she begged bringing her trembling hands together in front of her mouth.
Sitting up I reached over and pulled Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head against my chest with her face pointing down to my lap.
“It was an accident Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, don’t worry about it,” I soothingly repeated until she seemed to calm down some.
“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“My dear, I truly am impressed, but don’t you think you should tuck that thing in now?”
She laughed all the way into the kitchen after she’d watched me trying to stuff the Hindu beast back into its cage.
She brought sandwiches and fresh soda and we curled back on the couch, me on one side and her on the other, and filled the rest of the day by watching some of the worst nonsense imaginable.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid did ask about Al Shafaq Al Åbbās once.
“What’s going to happen between you and your little Musalmān friend now?”
“Hopefully she’ll find someone else to take care of her needs,” I answered nonchalantly.
“I take it you weren’t in love with her then,” she asked.
Instead of a speech about the pit-falls of getting involved with a married woman she just snickered,
“Well, a handsome guy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding someone else to help you with your tension problems.”
“I’m taking volunteers,” popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Durgesh ! Shame on you. Although, after what I saw today, if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān I’d be on you like the speed of light squared,” she cackled mirthfully.
“E=mc2, kudos for the brainiest reference Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I laughed back.
There was a lull in the storm later that evening, but when it returned Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid slid over and snuggled up to me.
She covered us both with the blanket and propped herself against my side with my arm around her shoulder.
Without realizing I was doing it I let my fingers draw little circles on her upper arm.
The feel of her skin was warm and soft to the touch.
As my fingers rubbed they slowly slid forward, and before I knew it, I was actually rubbing the tips of them against the side of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s boob.
When she didn’t say anything, I became braver, naturally.
Gradually I inched my fingertips forward until they were barely touching the crinkled flesh of her areola under her slip.
A sudden shifting on her part brought her nipple directly under my fingertips.
It was hard.
As gently as I could muster, I rubbed the stiffness and felt it get even harder.
This went on for a few minutes before she moaned softly, excused herself saying she was tired, and went into her bedroom.
I didn’t hear her door close.
I had to sit there for quite a spell before enough blood drained out of my dick to allow me to walk without it pointing the way.
I shut everything off except a small light over the stove.
It was just enough light for me to see down the hallway and not run into the wall.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was open and as I got next to it, I peered in.
A spark of lightning outside her window lit her room up enough for me to see her curled in a ball on top of the covers.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you okay?” I asked, concern in my voice.
“I’m fine Durgesh, go on to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said sounding far off.
“Okay. If you need me for anything, holler,” I told her not really wanting to go.
“I will. Goodnight, Durgesh.”
“Goodnight, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said, then went into my room and crawled naked under the covers.*
I had no idea what time it was when the repeated calling of my name finally woke me.
Outside the storm raged on, loud booming crashes of thunder followed by dazzling displays of lightning that lit up my room for several seconds at a time.
My eyes opened halfway just as another streak of lightning lit up my room, casting eerie shadows in every direction.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing by the side of my bed and it looked to me like she was shaking all over.
I sat straight up letting the covers bunch in my lap.
“What’s wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?” I asked worried that something bad had happened.
“I’m scared and I can’t sleep.” She sounded like a frightened schoolgirl.
The thought of how ironic this was almost made me laugh out loud.
When I was little, even then the storms like this would never terrify me.
I’d always go into my parent’s bedroom and say just about the same thing Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had just done, but not out of fear, boldly instead.
My parents would lift the covers and allow me to snuggle into their protective warmth.
Turn about was fair play, so without thinking I held up the covers so she could crawl into bed.
Just as she was about to, another streak of lightning lit up the room and she froze.
I saw where she was looking and it dawned on me that I was naked.
I dropped the covers enough to hide my privates.
“Sorry, I forgot,” I said immediately. “My pajamas are on the floor somewhere, mind handing them to me?”
She had to wait for another bolt of lightning to light up the room before she was able to find them.
After tossing them to me, I lay back and struggled into the legs before lifting my hips and pulling them the rest of the way up.
That done I once again held up the covers and felt her crawl in next to me.
The sweet soft fragrance of jasmine filled my nostrils as she turned her back to me and settled in.
I stretched out on my back with my hands behind my head, our bodies barely touching.
I could feel her shiver every time the thunder boomed.
“Durgesh,” I heard her whisper after about ten minutes later.
“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Would you hold me, please?” she asked in such a low voice that I barely heard her.
I immediately regretted not having at least tried to fasten the buttons on the pajama bottoms.
I knew it would be useless to go ahead and button up; they would just pop back open anyway.
The best thing I figured I could do was not get too close to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s back.
I stretched my bottom arm under my pillow and lay the one on top over her waist with my hand just reaching the softness of her tummy, leaving a small gap between us.
“Tighter, my dear,” I heard her softly say.
I grabbed the edge of my pillow and moved it so it was over the edge of hers, and then I inched towards her until her back and my front meshed in all the right places.
“Better?” I asked, reaching up and combing my fingers through the hair on the side of her head.
“Ummm,” she murmured.
Slipping my bottom arm back under both pillows I let my other hand fall onto the soft skin of her upper arm.
I began drawing tiny circles just as I’d done earlier, my face resting next to the back of her neck.
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached up and swept her hair away from her neck, and then planted a couple of feathery kisses at the junction where her shoulder and neck met.
A soft moan escaped her lips and I brought my hand back to resume drawing circles on her arm.
I widened the loops of the circles toward the front of her until I was once again drawing them on the side of her breast.
“That feels nice,” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid whispered shifting her shoulder back and placing her hand flat on the topside of my thigh.
With her shoulder back I was able to reach the front edge of her slip where it started to cover her chest.
I let my fingers linger there pushing the fabric further away on each pass.
What she preached, she herself did exactly opposite it.
Nuzzling her neck and raining tiny kisses along the top of her shoulder, I reached up and lightly pulled the strap of her slip down her arm to her elbow.
Next I placed the palm of my hand on the top swell of her breast and slid it downward pushing the slip off her tit as I did.
I felt the stiffness of her nipple scrape across my palm as my hand replaced the fabric that covered her left breast.
Her nipple grew even stiffer as I ran my fingertips over the top of it.
Cupping her shoulder and sliding away from her slightly, I gently urged her onto her back.
With the flashes of lightning, I was able to see that she was staring up at me as I propped my head up with my hand.
I was also able to catch glimpses of the crinkled skin of her areola and pointed nipple.
Her other hand came up and cupped my cheek tenderly.
“I love you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I just want to make you feel good. Is that so wrong?” I whispered as my hand roamed over her chest then slid under her slip and cupped her other breast.
“Ahhh,” she sighed as I pinched her nipple making it get as hard as the other one.
I played with her breasts one at a time, squeezing first one then the other before I leaned forward and captured the closest nipple.
My tongue drew more circles around the brown circle of her areola.
Her hand began to rub up and down on my Hindu shaft in shaky jerks.
With her tit on my lips, I moved my hand down the front of her, sliding it lower and lower until I reached the hem of her slip on her thigh.
Thunder boomed making her jump just as my hand traveled back up her thigh and under the part of her slip that hid her beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound.
My fingers raked through the hair covering her sex and found the nub of her clit peeking from its protective hood.
“Oh Durgesh, stop…we can’t… do this,” she panted as I bore down on her clit with the tip of my index finger.
Pulling my mouth off her nipple, I lowered my lips to hers.
There was no use of tongue, just a soft passionate connecting of lips.
She didn’t respond for a second or two, and then her hand snaked around to the back of my head and pressed my lips harder onto hers.
My finger left her clit and slid down between the slick lips of her pussy and burrowed into her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel. Her tongue shot out and forced its way into my mouth as she began to kiss me with greedy abandon.
I worked my finger in and out of her increasingly wet pussy faster and faster.
“Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God,” she chanted thrusting her hips upwards burying more of my finger into her heat.
“That’s it, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, let it go,” I whispered encouragingly into her ear as I inserted a second finger.
“OHHH HONNNEEEYYYY!!!” she screamed as juice poured over my fingers and her thrusting hips slowed down and then stopped moving.
I slowly pulled my soaked fingers from her twitching pussy then brought them up to her mouth and she sucked her juices from them.
Lightning lit up the room and I saw her eyes watching as she licked the last drops of her tangy nectar from the insides of each finger.
Her hand slipped off as I rolled over onto my back and stared at the shadows on the ceiling, listening as she tried to bring her breathing under control.
“Allah, God, Durgesh, what have we done,” she quietly asked.
“Nothing wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her reaching over and taking her limp hand in mine.
“How can what we just did, what I allowed us to do, not be wrong? You’re my husband’s friend only for Allah’s sake,” she countered.
“Come here, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I whispered coaxing her into my waiting arm.
She snuggled up against my side and rested her head on my chest.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. All you did was allow yourself to enjoy the pleasures I offered. It’s not like we had gone all the way, now is it?”
“But…” she sobbed.
“But what, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“I feel so dirty,” she moaned.
“Why,” I asked.
“Because…because I would have gone all the way. I would have let you make love to me,” she whispered into my chest.
“And I would gladly accepted your gift of unconditional love, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, but only if and when you are ready to give it. For now, just let your best friend take care of your needs, that’s all I ask.”
“You don’t find the idea of having sex with your Bhābhījān wrong, or disgusting as your little friend called us?”
“Can I tell you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Of course,” she answered.
“Ever since I was able to see you as a woman, not as just Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. Even to this day when I’m with some woman I picture your face as we do the deed,” I told her, expecting her to be shocked.
“So, you were watching. I wasn’t sure,” I said smiling at the memory.
“Can I tell you something, Durgesh?”
“I feel so naughty telling you this. Anyway, I’ve watched you and that Musalmān girl several times,” she snickered.
I stroked her hair and asked,
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes. I…I couldn’t stop wishing it were me riding you instead of her. I’d get so wet that I had to go to my room and play with myself until I had an orgasm. But that’s as far as I thought I’d take it, just harmless fantasizing.”
“Now that it’s gone beyond fantasizing how do you feel?”
“Confused. Part of me wants to die for what we just did, but another part of me wants to feel you deepest inside me. Does that make any sense to you,” she asked, her hand inching down toward my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
“I understand, and I’ll never push you into something you’re not ready for. Just know that if you need any stress relief, I’ll gladly volunteer.” We both got a chuckle out of that.
“Maybe we should get some more sleep. Do you mind if I hold you while we sleep?” I didn’t understand that what she meant was, she wanted to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock, until her fingers wrapped around it.
“My dear, can I ask you one more thing?”
“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Did you deliberately let me enjoy the taste of me on your fingers?”
“Very much so. But it’d been so much better if you could have gotten it directly from me, instead of from my fingers.”
I felt her quiver as her hand tightened a little more around my Hindu shaft.
Sometime during the night, the storm had faded into a minor drizzle.
My eyes fluttered open then squinted from the brightness.
I was alone.
I couldn’t help but wonder if what had happened had just been a dream caused by my desire for Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.
Rolling over on my side, I caught the scent of jasmine that lingered on the other pillow.
The musky smell of pussy, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s pussy, was still on my fingers.
Even after my bladder was emptied, I had to tuck myself back in twice before I reached the kitchen.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing at the counter holding her cup of coffee in both hands as she stared out the window at the drizzling rain.
She had a towel wrapped around her head and was wearing her worn out terry-cloth robe.
She must have heard me approach, because she didn’t flinch when I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently began to knead them.
She smelled as fresh as the morning.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured as my fingers worked her shoulder muscles.
“Just got out of the shower?” I asked, gazing out at the rain.
“Uhuh,” she said as she took a sip.
“You smell great, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her.
“Listen, Durgesh,” she began before putting her cup down and turning around to face me. “What happened last night was a mistake. I was just being a foolish, lonely old woman that let things get out of hand.”
Stepping in closer to her, I put my hands on her hips and said,
“I…” she started, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she gazed into my eyes.
Tilting my head I brought my lips down tenderly onto hers cutting off any further words of protest.
I held my lips on hers, and was rewarded with the feel of her arms, going around my neck.
And the sweetness of her returning my kiss.
Our kiss went on and grew more passionate; our tongues began to hunt for each other’s.
My hands slid around the front of her robe and untied the sash that held the halves together.
When we finally broke the kiss, I stepped back slightly and parted her robe.
Her hands slid down the front of my chest until they reached her sides and hung there unmoving.
My eyes feasted upon Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s loveliness.
Her breasts were ripe and full with just a hint of drooping, her areolas small crinkled circles of brown skin topped with erect dark- pink nipples.
She didn’t try to stop me as I placed my lips between their fullness and used my hands to squeeze them against my cheeks.
Pulling my lips back, I squeezed the globes closer together until I was able to kiss both nipples at the same time.
I heard her gasp and felt her fingers entangle themselves in my hair at the back of my head.
The longer I kissed the harder she pressed my lips onto her.
“Oh Durgesh, Allah, what are you doing to me, ” she whispered, her breathing growing erratic.
Releasing my hold on the sides of her tits, I kissed each nipple once more before making my way slowly down over the tiny soft swell of her belly.
I ran my tongue into her belly- button before sliding it lower, my hands holding her soft mature hips gently.
My knees finally touched the floor and I came face to face with her essence.
Her inner labia hung down past the folds just enough to be visible; their edges tinged a light brown.
I could see her pinkish clit peeking out as I brought my mouth forward and captured it in my lips.
Her hands pushed on the back of my head.
“Not here, Durgesh,” she whimpered pulling me to my feet.
When I reached my feet, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedrooms.
Halfway there she dropped my hand then reached up and pushed the robe off her shoulders.
She flung the wet towel from her head over her shoulder at me.
I almost broke my neck shedding the pajama bottoms on the run.
I reached my room in time to see her spin around and fling herself backwards into the middle of the bed.
She was giggling like a schoolgirl and watching me with lust crazed eyes.
She stopped her nervous giggling, raised her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could.
Next she took her hand and placed two fingers into the softness of her slit and scissored the fingers apart.
“Be gentle with me, Durgesh,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around me and pulled me down on top of her.
Pushing slowly forward I slid the rest of the way in until I felt my balls settle on the soft round cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.
She pulled her lips from mine, grunted once, then raised her head to the side and sank her teeth gently into my shoulder.
I pumped my hips backwards until I almost fell out of her, and then slowly pushed back in.
I did this about ten times before she stretched her legs out and under, forcing my legs to the outside of hers.
I latched onto the side of her neck with my mouth as we pushed and pulled against each other at a leisurely pace.
“So good, so good, thank you, thank you very much,” she chanted as her upward thrusting began to become more forceful.
I matched her force, and in no time, we were fucking faster and faster.
She rained tiny kisses all over my face as her fingernails raked down my back.
I slid my hands up under her until I could grasp her ass.
Spurred on by the sounds of her throaty cries, I forced my feet between her closed legs.
“Uuuhhhhgggg Allah! Oh God Durgesh, now, do it now. Fill me Durgesh, please, I beg of you. Your friend could never give me the pleasure you are bestowing on me. I can’t be honest even if I don’t admit that to you.” she wailed her face contorted in ecstasy.
As we lay in each other’s arms a short time later I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever been happier.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head was resting on my shoulder and her warm soft tits were pressed against my side.
She was lazily running her fingertips from my chest to my stomach in large gentle circles.
“Are you still lonely, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally asked.
“No Durgesh, not anymore. I’m just worried,” she replied in a low voice.
“About what,” I asked.
“Now that you’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, and fulfilled our fantasy of having sex with each other, I’m just worried that you won’t want to keep eating the same old fruit.”
Reaching down I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine so she could see my eyes.
“I love you with all my heart, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, and if you’ll let me show you, I guarantee you’ll never be lonely again,” I whispered.
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Just give me the chance to prove it, you’ll see,” I said.
I could see the doubt in her face disappear.
She lay her head back on my chest and let out a happy sigh before asking,
“How many times a day can you prove it?”
“As many times as you want,” I chuckled reaching down and cupping one of her breasts.
“You know that things will never be the same as they used to be,” she told me softly.
“No, no they won’t. They’ll be better from now on, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.”
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The game played, in our own way
It was obvious to me that she’d started without me.
She was so engrossed with her chore that she didn’t hear me drop my pants and free my raging Hindu tube of flesh.
My balls battered her Musalmān clit on each forward thrust, my hands holding her hips tightly as I pumped her viciously from behind muttering,
“OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH. AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID.”
“Oooogh, a little role-playing. Try kinky, but I’ll play along,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās giggled.
The sloppy sounds of my Hindu balls bouncing off her wet Musalmān clit rang in my ears as the vision of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s solid Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass danced in my head.
I was pile driving into her so hard that she collapsed on the bed face first, where the bunched up covers muffled her screams of pleasure.
Crawling up and over her, I continued to feed all eight inches of my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock into her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole until I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cunt clamp down and begin to contract.
“OHHH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLIDDDDDD!!!” I wailed.
A ghostly white figure moved out of my sight so fast that I wasn’t even sure I’d seen it in the first place.
The sound of shuffling feet I was sure about though.
Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s usual peck on the lips was followed by a dressing down.
“Listen Hindu stud, I’m all for role-playing, but next time let’s pick something a little less creepy. Okay?”
With that, she was gone and I was left wondering if I had seen and heard what I thought I had.
I waited until I heard the front door close, then climbed out of bed and padded naked to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s bedroom door.
I don’t know what I expected to see.
I could just make out the lump of her body under the blankets and her terry-cloth robe lying on the floor next to the bed.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you still awake?” I asked quietly.
There was no reply.
I stared into the darkened room trying to make out more detail, but gave up and went back to my room.
My dreams were filled with images of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid watching me in her mirror as her hands barely covered the lush ripeness of her breasts.
A warm sweet smile played on her ruby-red lips.
The next morning, I found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the dining table sipping her coffee.
I felt her eyes follow me as I fixed myself a cup, but when I turned around, she was looking out the kitchen window.
I gazed out it myself and saw the dark clouds growing thicker and more menacing.
Sometime today, we were going to be in for one hell of a storm I told myself.
I joined Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the table, the crotch of my boxers sticking to my sweaty balls.
“How’d you sleep last night,” I asked breaking the stillness of the morning.
“Like a rock. I think I drank too much wine. I practically passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow,” she answered looking down into her cup.
“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās and I didn’t disturb you? Did we?”
“Not at all,” she kinda whispered, still gazing into her coffee cup.
Even with her head pointing down, I was able to see the faint hint of color blush her cheeks.
“I don’t think your little friend likes me very much,” she said lifting her head up and gazing over at me.
“Don’t worry about her, she was just jealous,” I laughed.
“Jealous? Of what?”
“She didn’t know you were my Bhābhījān, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. She probably thought I’d picked you up and we were planning to…you know,” I couldn’t stop giggling.
“No, I don’t,” she replied, sounding genuinely unsure as to what I was saying.
“You know. The horizontal mamba…the beast with two backs…” I still could not feel my face flushing as I watched her beautiful Musalmān eyes grow wide with understanding.
“Oh. Oooohhhh!” the color on her cheeks rose another shade.
Laughing I said,
“Now you understand why she acted like she didn’t like you?”
“Yeah, I get it. But for the life of me, I don’t know why she’d think that. She could clearly see that I’m old enough to be more mature and sophisticated than she thought I am,” she said stone-faced.
Our laughter lasted a while.
“So you like older Musalmān women,” she asked in a tiny voice, her eyes looking deep into mine.
“Woman. One very hot Musalmān woman,” I said reaching over and taking her hand loosely in mine.
“Oh my,” she said pulling her hand from mine as she stood.
I watched her cheeks sway as she walked over to the counter near the coffee pot.
When she turned around and leaned against the counter, I noticed how loose the top folds of her robe was.
I could clearly see the top swell of her breasts and a small portion of the valley that lay between them.
“You think I’m hot,” she asked, studying me with her eyes as she steadied the cup in both hands and brought it up to her lips.
“Smokin hot, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I cooed, not disappointed by the way she held the cup in front of her, blocked my view of her chest.
“Oh pooh, you’re just like your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, always the sweet talker,” she giggled, her eyes full of humor.
“Be that as it may, it doesn’t change the fact that I have the hottest Musalmān woman, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, on the block. Always have,” I countered, getting up and going to get another cup.
She almost made me drop my cup when she sat hers down then turned and wrapped her arms around my middle, hugging herself to my side.
I could feel the softness of her beautiful erect proud Musalmān boobs trapping my lower bicep between them.
“I know you’re just saying that to make an old woman feel good, but thank you anyway,” she said, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I blurted without thinking, “if you weren’t Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I would have been on you like white on rice last night.”
“Oh my,” she said again, then picked up her cup and scurried off to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I felt like a complete jerk when I realized how uncomfortable I must have made her.
I sat back down at the table to drink my coffee, and also to let the swelling in my boxers go down.
Halfway through the cup I made myself get up and go apologize to her for being such a bad friend.
I knocked on her door, opening it only after she told me to come in.
She was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her eyes watching me in the glass.
“I’m sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I shouldn’t have said that,” I said apologetically.
“Did you mean it…the part where if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm friend’s wife, you’d of been on me like white on rice,” she asked, her voice neutral.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I…” I left my sentence incomplete deliberately.
“Tell me the truth, Durgesh. Would you have?”
Standing up straight, I resolved to tell her the truth.
“Yes, yes I would have.”
“Well then I forgive you,” she said, her reflection smiling brightly at me.
“Then you’re not mad at me?”
“Quite the contrary. I’m rather flattered that a Hindu stud, such as yourself, would find me appealing enough to want to, how does it go? Oh yeah…jump my bones.” Her use of the word ‘Hindu stud’ brought a brief memory of me pounding Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s Musalmān pussy from behind.
“AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID!” I cried, shocked to hear her speak this way.
“Oh relax, Durgesh,” she lightly laughed, came over and wrapped me in her arms. “I couldn’t get mad at you for telling me that I’m still a desirable beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman to even the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
My love for her overflowed and I crushed her to my chest, messing up her freshly brushed hair as I ran my hand through it.
“You’re suffocating me, sweetheart,” she mumbled against my chest before pushing herself away. “Now, what should we do today?”
“Anything you want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I answered fighting back tears of joy.
“With the way the weathers shaping up to be, how about we just lay around on the couch in our pajamas and watch movies. You do own a pair of pajamas,” she inquired after letting her eyes dart down to the slight tent in my boxers.
It made me proud of myself that she kept watching my tent with an obvious appreciation for it.
“Sounds good to me, and yes, I think I have a pair somewhere in my room. They’re probably pretty worn out though.”
“As long as they’re comfortable, who cares? It’s just the two of us,” she replied patting my chest with one hand signaling the end to our conversation.
I found a pair of pajama bottoms wadded up in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
Upon examination, I noticed the buttonholes that held the fly closed were really worn out.
I told myself that I’d have to be careful or my dingus would probably fall through the opening if I moved the wrong way.
I could have just put on some sweats, but the soft worn flannel of the bottoms was too hard to resist.
I went to the bathroom for a shower and saw that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was shut.
I wondered if she was going to wear her robe since I’d never seen her in pajamas of any kind.
The shower felt great, and as a precaution, I rubbed one out to make sure that my hormones didn’t start acting up anytime soon.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was still closed when I emerged dressed in a black t-shirt and the flannel bottoms.
I went into the front room, turned on the TV and pawed through my collection of DVD’s hoping I had something she would like.
Unless Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had become interested in action flicks, I could only find two that she might like, Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail.
I put the last one in the player and waited for her to join me.
My couch had built-in recliners on both ends, which makes it impossible to place a coffee table in front of it.
Something I never worried about since I didn’t have one anyway.
I do have little tables on each end for drinks and such however.
I sat on the left hand side, put the TV and DVD player remotes in the middle of the couch, and kicked the recliner back.
I had been sitting there almost twenty minutes before I heard Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fluffy slippers, coming toward me.
I craned my neck around and watched as she rounded the couch.
She was wearing a soft pink slip with a fairly low cut neck that didn’t quite reach her knees.
Two thin straps held it up, and by the way, I saw her breasts jiggling.
I knew she didn’t have on a bra.
I didn’t know if she was aware of it, but another thing I noticed right away was I could see the faint brown of her areolas through the silky fabric.
When she sat down the slip hiked up exposing a generous portion of her beautiful Musalmān thighs.
I just sat there admiring her legs before she brought me back to earth by asking what we were going to watch.
“I like those movies,” she said happily, crossing one leg over the other and kicking her recliner back like mine.
“Before we start, can I ask you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Sure,” she replied.
Bringing my eyes back down to her legs, I asked,
“How have you kept your legs looking so good?”
“These old things,” she said, lifting the leg closest to me in the air and running both her hands along the calf muscle.
My eyes were glued to the inside whiteness of her other leg’s thigh.
“After your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, died, I started going to the gym to fill my day. I went every day up until the day I moved here with you,” I could hear the pride in her voice as we both admired her shapely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
I could also hear the loneliness in her voice when she’d mentioned Åbdul Raħmān.
“The gym did you good, you have gorgeous Musalmān legs,” I softly said.
“There you go again, you sweet talker. Stop ogling your Bhābhījān’s Musalmān legs and start the movie,” she giggled, placing her leg back over the other one.
Halfway through the first movie the rain came.
At first, it was just a light shower that fizzled out after fifteen minutes.
We took that time to grab a couple of sodas from the fridge.
I sat back in my seat and when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid placed hers on the table next to me, I gave her an inquiring look.
“I’m getting a little chilly. Do you mind if I grab a blanket and stretch out with my head on you,” she asked.
What she was asking immediately registered in my brain.
She was leaning over with her hand still on her drink, the neck of her slip drooping down in front of her.
I caught a brief glimpse of her curly brown pubic hair below her tummy, before she straightened up and asked me again.
“Yeah, uh, sure,” I said.
I put the remotes on my end table and waited.
I had to recline my seat all the way back when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid returned from the bedroom with a small throw blanket.
If I hadn’t she would have had to put her head in my lap instead of on my stomach, an idea I wasn’t keen on since my Hindu boner hadn’t gone down yet.
She lay on her side with her legs curled up, her head on my upper abdomen with one arm tucked under her and the other she hugged to her chest.
I managed to throw the blanket over her and we settled down to finish the movie.
Occasionally she would reach over me for her drink and mash her bottom-side breast into my ribcage.
My boner remained defiant, refusing to deflate no matter how hard I willed it to.
As long as we were lying there, it wasn’t a problem.
But when the first movie ended, I was relieved when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid got up and put in the other one.
This time when she lay back down, she rested her hand in the middle of my thigh.
Just as the warmth of her hand seeped through to my skin the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down in buckets.
I don’t know about anyone else, but the sound of rain battering against the roof puts Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid in lalaland.
I heard tiny snores coming from her right before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open.
Visions of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s erect Musalmān tits played out in an endless loop in my head as the rain pounded the roof of the old house.
Thunder roared in the distance but failed to wake me from the pleasant sleep I was experiencing.
The sound of Al Shafaq Al Åbbās shrieking did wake me.*
My eyes snapped open and I saw her standing in front of the couch screaming at me.
Her hair was plastered to her head and she looked pissed.
Water rolled off her onto the floor and I wasn’t sure, if her trembling was from rage, or if it was because she was soaked to the bone.
That wasn’t the thing that shocked me however.
The fact that my cock was so hard that pre-cum was dripping from the head, and that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fingers were wrapped around my pulsing Hindu shaft did.
“You fucking Hindu scoundrel! First, you make me play that disgusting role-playing game last night, and now, I see it looks like you really are fucking your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm Musalmān friend, Åbdul Raħmān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid! That’s just sick, you fucking Hindu monster,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās rambled on.
All I heard was,
“Blah, blah, blah.”
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid must have been in shock too, because she didn’t move a muscle as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s tirade continued.
“After all the loving I’ve given you, you go and throw it all away by humping your own Musalmān Bhābhījān! You are so crazy to fuck any extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady if she only offers herself to you even once. That’s how you fuck all of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies and have become the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Well buster, you’re not poking this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy anymore. I can’t believe myself how crazy I myself was until now to have sex with you that I even cheated my otherwise quite gentleman Musalmān husband.” she spat, throwing the key to the house onto the floor and storming off.
The last thing I heard her say before the front door slammed shut was,
“You two are freaks!”
I smiled and remembered my love sessions with Al Shafaq Al Åbbās.*
Moonlight filtered in through the open curtains making it just light enough for me to watch as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s young beautiful Musalmān lips moved agonizingly slow up and down on my tingling Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.
She was good, so damn good.
But her over moral Musalmān husband never allowed her to do it.
He claimed it was a sin in Islam.
She knelt on the bed at my side without using her hands and slurped my Hindu tool in slow up and down strokes, the fingers of her left hand working her clit and cunt into a state of saturated readiness.
That was something I really liked about her.
Her Musalmān husband hated her for it, while I loved Al Shafaq Al Åbbās for the same.
Another thing I liked about her was the fact that no matter how many times we’ve fucked, she always insisted on being on top.
I didn’t mind, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was as skinny as a beanpole with tits bigger than normal, and weighed maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet.
Being realistic, I knew that it appealed to me, and also to her need to dominate in everything she did.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
I tilted my head to look around Al Shafaq Al Åbbās toward the foot of the bed, then out the open door into the blackness of the hallway.
I couldn’t see anything.
The light in the hallway was off.
Still, the sensation of being watched persisted.
Her question snapped my attention back to what was important.
Reaching up I pinched the light brown protuberances of her nipples and felt them get hard enough to cut glass.
That got Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s motor revved up.
Her fingers clawed into the skin of my chest muscles painfully as her humping increased in tempo.
The squishy sounds of wet genitalia slapping together filled my bedroom and all thoughts of being watched fled as I felt the oncoming bliss of release.
Grunts of pure pleasure poured out of her lips as she feverously hammered down on me.
Faster and faster Al Shafaq Al Åbbās fucked me until suddenly, she sat straight up and squealed out her rapture as her gripping young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt milked my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock.
“OHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!” she hollered and then collapsed onto my chest.
Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was a screamer.
I thought I heard the sound of shuffling feet but couldn’t be sure.
Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s loud panting masking out the sounds of the house.
After our breathing returned to normal, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās did what she always did after we fucked.
She pecked me on the lips, got dressed and left.
Not once had she ever stayed the night.
She didn’t want her husband to come looking for her.
Neither did I.
At a hundred and seventy pounds of lean muscle, I could hold my own.
But her husband was a bull of a man with one of the worst tempers I’d ever seen.
He was also my employee at the construction company I owned myself.
Was Al Shafaq Al Åbbās crazy?
The sound of the front door latching behind her was the last thing I heard before sweet dreams beckoned me into their loving embrace.
However, I couldn’t help but say.
“She is too upset.”
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Early the morning I followed my nose down the hall towards the front of the house.
I noticed the bedroom across from the bathroom was empty, before entering the living room and continuing into the adjoining kitchen, dining room combination.
I stood in the doorway in my boxers and t-shirt letting the aroma of frying bacon and fresh coffee drift up my nostrils.
My heart filled with love as I watched the beautiful woman, her back to me, pull slices of toast out of the toaster and lather them with butter.
She was dressed in a whitish, threadbare terry-cloth robe that had long ago forgot that it used to be yellow.
Two shapely toned calves stuck out from below the hem of the robe, her feet covered in fluffy pink house shoes.
The woman’s wavy shoulder length, grey streaked brown hair bounced slightly as she buttered the last piece of toast.
“Morning, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said from the doorway as my black eyes took her in.
Startled she spun around, one hand holding the butter knife while the other one darted up and clutched the top half of her robe closed.
The greenish grey eyes fell on my face and her generous lips spread into a warm smile.
“Durgesh! Damn, you almost made me pee my pants. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she croaked, the hand holding her robe loosening.
“Sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. That sure smells good,” I chuckled as I walked over next to her and fixed myself a cup of coffee, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulders.
She protested a little when I told her to sit and I’d bring us both some, but she did it anyway.
I put the plate of bacon between us on the table to share.
Neither of us wanted eggs, so we dined on toast and crispy bacon and washed it down with coffee.
She wouldn’t have it when I tried to take her cup to refill it; instead, she took mine and filled both of them up.
On her way back to the table, the top half of her robe parted some giving me a view of the top swell of her full Musalmān breast.
Creamy white skin sprinkled with freckles jiggled as she walked.
I didn’t chastise myself for the lewd thoughts that were bouncing around my head.
It was natural.
She was still extremely beautiful.
I sipped the hot coffee and thought back to how Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had come to be staying with me.
Almost a year ago to the day, Åbdul Raħmān, her husband, had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away.
It shook Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her very core.
We were all surprised since Åbdul Raħmān seemed to be in great shape for a man nearing his sixties.
The doctors had said it was a blocked artery that had caused it.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid tried to make a go at keeping the house, but the pitiful amount of life insurance Åbdul Raħmān had didn’t stretch very far.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had always been a housewife with no discernable jobs skills, which made it almost impossible for her to get a job that would cover the bills.
I offered to move the seven hundred miles back home and take care of her.
A month ago, I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, especially now that the house was being foreclosed on; a fact that I hadn’t been aware of until it was too late.
If she came and stayed with me I wouldn’t even then get rid of my housekeeper, and she didn’t have to work for me in exchange for room and board and some spending cash too.
She offered to act as my housekeeper and I should get rid of the same.
I smiled and offered her to supervise on my housekeeper if she feels uncomfortable in living with me without doing anything in return for me.
She proposed she must be my employee as my house supervisor and would take a definite salary for it.
There should be a written legal agreement to such effect to ease her conscience that she isn’t taking any undue advantage of my generosity and humanity at all.
She couldn’t sacrifice her self-respect even for her survival.
I agreed to her terms, expressing gratefulness for not causing my existent housekeeper to lose her job.
She’d used the plane ticket I’d wired her the very next day, and now she was sitting in my kitchen enjoying a cup of joe and bacon.
I was pleased with myself even though her presence did put a damper on my love life, somewhat.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid held her cup in both hands with her elbows on the table as she sipped her coffee.
The top of her robe drooped open a ways and I could see parts of the round globes of her beautiful Musalmān tits pressed together provocatively.
The smattering of freckles made me want to ask if I could play connect the dots.
I kept my mouth shut, but felt a definite swelling in my boxers, as I stared at the white Musalmān creaminess.
I looked away just as her head lifted.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she began hesitantly.
“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“Do you always sleep with your door open?”
“Usually. Why, is my TV too loud at night? Because if it is, I’ll turn it down or off,” I said.
The memory of feeling as if I had been watched last night returned.
“Oh no, nothing like that. I was just wondering is all,” she replied dipping her eyes to take another sip.
“Well, if it’ll make you feel better I’ll close it from now on,” I told her, stealing another glance at her milky extremely beautiful Musalmān cleavage.
“Please don’t…I feel safer knowing you’re able to hear if I need you for something in the middle of the night.” Her eyes caught mine and held them.
“You having trouble sleeping, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I asked returning her steady gaze.
“Sometimes I wake up and can’t remember where I am. Just a foolish old woman scared of the dark,” she chuckled.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being here. By the way, you’re neither foolish nor old,” I told her, giving her my best Hindu smile.
Beaming, she rose and came around to my side of the dining table.
She bent down and hugged me before tousling my still black hair and taking our cups for a refill.
My eyes followed her, greedily taking in the gentle swaying of her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks as she walked away.
I also brazenly watched her walk back, the subtle bouncing of her chest making me wonder if she was wearing a bra.
I got the answer when she leaned over and placed my cup on the table.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she knew what I was looking at but she didn’t say anything.
She gave me a kiss on my forehead and went back to her seat.
What was she pretending?
We were best friends?
A thoroughly platonic relationship?
Well, it was not.
I could read her activities myself.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I knew she loved me even while her husband was alive.
I called her, Bhābhījān’ then, but the throwing of my words were as if I was calling her, ‘Mérī Jān’ instead.
Åbdul Raħmān used to slap on my back,
“Hindu scoundrel, seducing my wife even? Even before my eyes?”
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid laughed teasing her husband.
“My ever-proud-of-me husband, it’s entirely the other way around, you idiot.”
Åbdul Raħmān laughed.
“I can’t help it if you can’t believe even the truth.” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid used to say boldly winking at me.
“Stop it.” Åbdul Raħmān used to laugh, “Durgesh is hardening. He is really believing what you fake.”
The hint of jasmine lingered in the air around my head as the hint of an oncoming erection swelled in my shorts.
“So, tell me, Durgesh,” she began, holding the cup with both hands and giving me another view of her still ever erect Musalmān boobs being squeezed together. “That Musalmān girl that was here last night, are the two of you serious?”
“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās? No, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, we’re just friends,” I said.
“Well, judging by the sounds I heard, you two must be real good friends.” Her eyes twinkled and I could see she was having trouble suppressing a smile.
“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing wrong with persons, expressing themselves. Why, if your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, hadn’t clamped his hand over my mouth on occasion…” her voice trailed off and sadness filled her eyes.
Getting up and going over to her, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and asked,
“You miss him, don’t you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
Turning in her chair, she wrapped her arms around my waist, lowered her head against my stomach and sobbed out,
“Very much so. I get so lonely sometimes without him.”
“You’re not alone anymore, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. You have me now,” I told her softly.
She let out a funny laugh before saying,
“Uh, my dear, I didn’t mean I felt alone. I meant that I get lonely sometimes.”
I really did see the difference.
“How about I take you out to dinner tonight,” I asked stroking her hair.
“My dear, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine, really,” she replied her voice muffled since her mouth was pressed against me.
“I want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I think it’d do us both good to get out for a change. It’s Friday, I don’t have to work tomorrow so we can stay up as late as we want. What do you say?”
“If you really want to, then okay,” she whispered against my stomach.
I said it was a date, kissed her on the top of the head and went to get ready for work.
Once dressed I went back out into the front room where Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was waiting, holding the sack lunch she had made me.
After giving me a tighter than usual hug she stood on tiptoes and gave me a soft peck on the lips before sending me on my way, an obvious Hindu bulge in my britches.
From the time I’d seen her, I had found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid alluring.
I don’t know why; it wasn’t as if she had run around the house naked or anything.
Hell, I’ve never even seen her undressed.
No accidental nip slips, up skirts or any of the things fantasies are made of.
I had stood in the shower on many occasions seeing her face before me as I mauled my growing Hindu penis.
As it grew older her image had been replaced by the real thing, but it always lingered in the back of my mind.
I often thought that no girl could live up to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s standard.
Even now, with her being as old as she was, I still got aroused by being near her.
Call it what you will, I can’t explain it.
On Fridays, we worked a little later than the rest of the week.
All the tools and equipment had to be put away for the weekend.
I walked in the front door shortly after six pm to find Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid sitting on the couch skimming through a magazine.
The 50-inch TV was tuned to the local news but the volume was so low that it couldn’t be heard.
She turned her head in my direction and smiled hugely as she stood to show off her outfit for our dinner date.
The vision in front of me took my breath away.
Her hair was swept back in a French braid, she wore tiny ruby-red earrings that matched the shade of her lipstick and a delicate strand of pearls hung around her neck.
What really caught my attention was the way the knee high black dress clung to the contours of her still young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, accentuating her slim waist and full hips.
The modest plunge of the neckline was just enough to show off the top swell of her creamy breast to perfection.
On her feet, she wore low-heeled black pumps that pushed the muscles of her calves up, giving her bare legs and covered heavy Musalmān buttocks just the right touch of firmness.
“Well silly, tell me what you think,” she giggled at the look on my face.
“You…you…look absolutely beautiful, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally managed to say.
I saw her eyes dart to the front of my straining jeans then back up, before she said,
“Thank you, now come and help zip me up the rest of the way.”
She turned her back to me and I could see that she’d only managed to zip the dress up to not quite the middle of her back.
Stepping around the couch, I came up behind her and grasped the tiny zipper in my hand.
I watched in fascination as the two halves of the dress came together and hid the black bra under it.
The back of the dress was high, and I noticed that the zipper started where the beginning swell of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s beautiful heavy Musalmān ass was.
By the time I had it completely zipped the front of my jeans were straining a lot harder.
I excused myself and took off for the shower.
Dressed in the suit, a navy-blue pinstripe, and a crisp white shirt, I went into the front room with the maroon tie dangling around my neck.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid took one look at me and whistled before coming up to me and knotting my tie.
The sweet smell of jasmine floated off her and into my nostrils for the second time that day.
“Your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, could never get this right either,” she chuckled, patting my cheek softly after fixing the tie.
I caught a glimpse of mist in her eyes before she turned away.
“So, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you ready to go turn heads,” I gushed with pride.
“Aren’t you calling me by name? Why yes Durgesh, I am, although I doubt if I’ll turn too many heads,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What are you talking about? I’ll probably have to fight off a legion of smitten fellas,” I chuckled taking her hand in mine.
“Oh Durgesh, if that were only true. In case you haven’t noticed, your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s no spring chicken anymore,” she made a clucking sound to emphasize her point.
“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you’re the sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman on the planet and don’t ever think otherwise,” I barked; her hand tightened on mine as we walked to my car.
We had dinner at Armando’s Fine Italian Foods, a restaurant with an attached lounge to it.
The pasta was great, and by the time, we finished eating she had almost killed off a bottle of red wine that I’d ordered for her.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank the entire of it, since ‘I was driving’.
Soft music coming from the lounge drew our attention.
She was having too good of a time for me to let it end too soon, so I suggested we go to the lounge to relax.
A suggestion she apparently liked.
She ordered a couple more glasses of wine then settled back to enjoy the music.
Halfway through the glass, a particularly slow song came on and Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid asked if I would dance with her.
I led her to the small platform the place called a dance floor and swelled with love as she glided into my arms.
With her arms around my back, her hands up on my shoulders, she let her head rest on my chest.
We went around in slow circles, my hands softly stroking up and down her spine as several of the male patrons shot envious glances our way.
Once, my hand slid down a little further than I’d planned.
I felt the swell of her backside before I could jerk my hand back up.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid snickered and moved in closer to me.
I was pretty sure that she felt the characteristic Hindu bulge in my pants, but she didn’t say anything.
We stayed another hour.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank some more wine, and danced one more time before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid wanted to go home.
My euphoria burst like a collapsing dam when we entered the house and found Al Shafaq Al Åbbās sitting on the couch surfing through the TV channels.
I’d forgotten that I’d given her a key so she could come over late at night and not have to knock to get in.
A look of pure contempt on her face gave way to a small smile after I introduced Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her.
She told Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid what a pleasure it was to meet her, and she told me that she’d see me in the bedroom.
With a bold look of ‘embarrassment’, I said to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, “I’ll shut the door.”
“Please don’t. I’ll probably be out before you two even get started,” she smiled widely at me.
“I’m sure. Oh, before you go to bed I do need your help with something,” she said softly.
“Okay. What do you need, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”
“I need your help in getting out of this dress,” she said pointing toward her back.
“Right, the zipper. I forgot,” I said following her to her bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid flipped on the light and walked over in front of a dresser with a large mirror.
I stepped up behind her and felt my fingers start to shake as I lowered the zipper.
I had only intended to pull it down low enough for her to finish the job, but the lower it went the more intrigued I became.
First, the strap and hooks of the black bra appeared and I continued to pull the zipper lower.
When I’d pulled it down to just below her waist, I could see the waistband of her panties.
A little lower and I could tell that they were made of a sheer black fabric. By the time I had the zipper all the way down, I could see most of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack through the sheer material.
“That’s good my dear, thanks, I had a wonderful time. Goodnight,” she whispered keeping her back to me.
“’Night, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I croaked, tearing my eyes off her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and heading for the door.
For some reason, when I reached the hallway I turned around and stood there watching Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid undress.
She reached up, and pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it glide down her legs where it bunched up around her ankles.
As she bent over to step out of the dress, I noticed the panties had a solid black strip of material that completely covered her Musalmān crotch.
I also noticed that her Musalmān thighs were toned, smooth and muscular, much more than of the women of her age usually were.
When she straightened up, she reached both hands behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra.
With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell to the floor.
Her reflection in the mirror stared at me as I tried to see her breasts in the glass.
All I got was a brief glimpse of quarter-sized brown areolas before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s hands came up and cupped her tits.
I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw that her nipples were stiff and aroused.
I stared at Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s face in the mirror as she stared back before she slowly turned to face me, her hands hiding her breast from view. She walked over and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“Goodnight, Durgesh, sweet dreams,” she purred, then turned and went back to stand in front of the dresser leaving the door wide open.
My jacket, shirt, tie and shoes were scattered in the hall by the time I reached the threshold of my bedroom.
On the bed in front of me, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was kneeling with her Musalmān ass at the edge of it, trying to pull back the covers.
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Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe how wrong that still sounded.
The idea first occurred to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb the last time I visited her mansion.
I spent most of her time in fucking extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies and businesswomen, but I still took the time to visit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb on the big holidays, and other breaks.
Fortunately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lived fairly close to a nice beach–and by close, it meant only a thirty minute drive–giving us something to do when neither of us has a better idea.
Together, along with hundreds of other like-minded individuals, we spent several lazy afternoons sunbathing under the blazing Californian sun.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still possessed the best body, even while a combination of laziness and willful ignorance led to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb putting on a few pounds, compared to how fit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb used to be when Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still had plenty of time and energy to exercise regularly.
Of course, back then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was financially supported by her husband.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still considered herself beach worthy, though, and had no problems showing up in a string bikini.
Basking in the sweet summer heat was the first time Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed how great Durgesh looked, despite his sixty-six years old age.
Every beautiful woman claimed he was thirty six only.
Durgesh never looked more than twenty eight even.
I was shirtless–wearing just swim shorts–lying next to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got a great view of her hairless body.
I took after her father in that aspect.
A roughly diamond shaped patch of hair, with a happy trail leading down her stomach.
Before that, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never thought of me as sexually attractive.
I was always just her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters, but seeing the similarity to her dad piqued her curiosity.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wondered if other parts of mine were similar too.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down and noticed the slight bulge in her trunks, but it was impossible to tell much from that.
The next day, we went back to the beach–one last time, before I went back to her services–and just like the day before, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked me to lotion up her back.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never made anything sexy out of it before, it was just routine.
Only this time when her hands touched her skin, goosebumps rose all over her skin, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her nipples harden.
When I was rubbing in the cream, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb imagined the same hands caressing every inch of her still amazingly young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, squeezing her tits and working their way down between her legs.
It took Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a while to process those emotions.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew it was wrong–on an intellectual level–but it was really hard to ignore your own physical needs.
The only problem was, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had no idea if I felt the same way about Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, which was a pretty big stumbling block.
If we weren’t related, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could just go up to Durgesh and ask me if I wanted to go out sometime, and if I didn’t want to, it was no big deal.
We’d just live our separate lives.
But our lives weren’t separate, and if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came onto me, it could lead to disaster.
So, her plan was to find out if I was interested, and if I was–admittedly, a very big “if”–go from there.
That was easier said than done.
Tonight was Thanksgiving, and I was due to arrive any moment now.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent all day yesterday cleaning the small one bedroom apartment Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb now called home.
Living in a big house had been nice, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really didn’t miss the amount of work it took to keep a big place like that clean–not that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could afford it if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was paying for other necessities more, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t afford a much bigger place even if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.
The only downside was not having a guest room, but even Durgesh never objected sleeping on the couch.
The hardest part had been picking out clothes to wear.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could show off her body in, but nothing too obvious.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ended up choosing a black satin push up bra, along with matching thong panties Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got from Victoria’s Secret.
If things don’t go as well as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped they do, they could still be explained as regular underwear.
They weren’t as scandalous as some of the sheer see through ones, that would leave no doubt about her intentions.
If things did go well though, they were just sexy enough.
Just sliding the panties up her legs, knowing full well what her plans were, was enough to get her juices going.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had to stop and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was able to finish getting dressed, or risk ruining her underwear already.
The ensemble was completed by a nice coffee toned skirt, and a very form fitting white blouse.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to look good, but not overdo it.
It would be weird if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dolled herself up just for me, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went light on the makeup, and just cemented that natural look guys seem to love.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just went barefoot in her apartment, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided against putting on socks or heels.
Let Durgesh admire her legs and feet, if he wanted to.
Looking at herself in the mirror now, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was satisfied. Not too formal or dressed up, but distinct enough to make an impression. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left her hair alone; it looked good the way it naturally draped over her shoulders.
The eight pound turkey was already in the oven, along with the stuffing. All the food Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb prepared–mostly store bought and canned, unfortunately–was definitely too much to eat for just the two of us, but it meant Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wouldn’t had to do any cooking in the foreseeable future, which suited her just fine.
For a special feast like Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would normally had cooked everything herself, but the last couples of days she’d been way too occupied with other–lustier–thoughts, to exert the effort required.
As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was checking on the turkey, which would be done soon and already started turning into a beautiful golden brown, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was reminded of a conversation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had with her best friend, Åāýeshah, a few weeks earlier.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told her over drinks that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really needed to get laid, and planned to seduce a hot Hindu stud. Of course, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left out the part where that Hindu stud would be Durgesh himself.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked her for advice on how to seduce someone thirty plus years your senior, if there was any chance he’d be interested in a younger woman, but Åāýeshah just laughed.
“Please! All you need to do is flash your beautiful Musalmān tits at them, and they’ll come running willingly.”
Åāýeshah was open and forward that way, something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was jealous of at the moment.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just couldn’t picture herself doing something that brazen.
She did had a point though.
Durgesh is supposed to notice her body, and her current getup didn’t really show off anything.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went back to the bathroom, and took her shirt off. The bra had to go, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took it off.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a loose tank top and a red pastel blazer. One look in the mirror confirmed that going bra-less was definitely the way to go.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was pretending to serve something on the dinner table, and the tank top was loose enough to get a pretty good shot of her beautiful Musalmān cleavage.
If Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward enough, Durgesh could definitely see all the way down.
That will give Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb some room to play with, depending on the mood.
At the thought of Durgesh ogling her tits, her nipples hardened.
They were clearly visible through the fabric, which they hadn’t with the bra.
Another point for bra-less.
Her skirt didn’t match the new outfit, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a pair of snug dark jeans.
To top it off, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug a silver chain necklace out of her jewelry box, set with a small ruby pendant.
It hung directly between her breasts.
It will definitely draw Durgesh’s attention.
It was not a real ruby, of course–or real silver, for that matter–not that it mattered much.
The purpose here was to flaunt something else, something definitely authentic.
All that was left now was a splash of perfume, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was finished.
The oven beeped from the kitchen, signaling that the turkey is ready.
It looked absolutely delicious.
If anything was going to happen tonight, it will be consensual.
Between two adults.
Two grown up people who were capable of making their own choices in life.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started setting the table, popped the gravy into the microwave for a short bit, and set her plate opposite her on the long edge. That way Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have an excuse to reach over the table and give me an eyeful of her rich lustrous cleavage.
While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still carrying stuff out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never got this nervous except for first dates, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb guessed this was a first of sorts.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took two very deep breaths, and opened the door.
I was standing there, looking handsome.
“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I said, with a smile on her face.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took a step forward, and embraced me in a hug, sliding her arms around her chest.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her warmth against her body, and her heart skipped a beat.
Her nipples, which were definitely hard again, dug into her chest.
There was no way I wouldn’t feel them, pressing into me.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her hand on her back, and goosebumps rose on her arm.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiled inwardly, and let go.
“Gee, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. Miss me much?”
“It is always nice when you visit. You know that. Come in, food’s ready.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t had to repeat herself.
I stepped in.
“Mmm, that smells wonderful.”
We sat down.
Everything was going good, so far, except for the fluttering in her stomach.
“Tell me how’s it going in your business, Hindu Nandoī jī?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and grabbed a large carving knife and fork.
With every cut of the knife, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the pendant between her breasts jostled around.
“It is going pretty good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”
The pendant seemed to be working.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed I kept sneaking glances at her rich bosom when I thought Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not paying attention.
I was obviously enjoying the sight, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to up the ante a bit.
See what he makes of this.
“You want some breast?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked, feigning innocence, and hold up a piece of turkey Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just carved.
“Sure!” I held out her plate, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb loaded the piece on. Damn, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could had reached all the way over to her plate and given me two additional pieces of breast.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe what a rush this is, both scary and exciting.
“Thanks,” I said, and began piling on side dishes.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured some red wine into her glass, and handed me one filled with juice, then filled her own plate, finishing with a nice splash of gravy.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb!”
“And the same to you,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reply. “You know, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is really glad you’re here.”
“Aw, thanks Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. You know Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I love being here.”
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think I knew–yet–just how glad Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really was.
He did, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened.
For a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost forgot about her intentions, until we both finished our plates.