Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

Durgesh Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan

Chapter 18

Durgesh Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan

The anal pleasure requested

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan nodded her agreement responding Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.

“I thought you would have all the energy you two expelled. I’m surprised you’re able to move,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister sat on her bed before flopping onto her back, smiling.

“It was well worth it though,” she said dreamily a content expression on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

“I know that,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she squeezed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts in her hands, “And so does Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as her name was mentioned.

I got out of bed and looked at the clock next to my bed.

9:20 was flashing.

I had been in bed for some time.

Everyone would be coming to bed soon I had to look presentable or someone may suspect something was wrong.

As I thought it, my door was knocked on by first their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, then in succession Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan then finally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan all said a goodnight.

Then all of them gave me a little kiss on the cheek as was the custom in their house, and always had been.

The Sālīs still I was only thirty-two years old.

Eīshān Eīshān Shammā Shamīshān!

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan gave me a little more than a goodnight kiss then their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan had.

Each of them placed a big wet tonguie kiss on their utmost experienced Hindu lover.

Avoiding being seen by others, they even squeezed my Uncut Hindu Prick impishly.

I smiled and squeezed their gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, similarly, in response.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lingered until she was alone with her ‘Durgesh darling’ and all the other had said their goodnights.

“So you have been busy these past few days haven’t you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked with a smile as she hugged her ‘Durgesh darling’ close to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

“They have been the best of my life.” I explained as I felt my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s nipples harden through the thin top she wore to bed.

“What are we going to do, we’ll have to pull up a sort of roter won’t we?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan half joked.

“Not a bad idea, but I think you’ll do me just fine Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was suddenly all alert,

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, what do you mean? You have to keep fucking all of us. We are Hindu husband and Musalmān wives now, understand?”

I smiled,

“I have only one legal wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan plunged at me,

“Then who are we? Your Musalmān mistresses?”

“My Live in Relationship Partners. Okay? Pleased?”

“Never make a joke of our sacred relationships, Durgesh.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said gravely, “Live in Relationship Partners or else, we think we are your Musalmān wives and you are our Hindu husband. Are we mistaken?”

“No. Never.” I said gravely now, “It’s not that I not proud of our relationships, neither do I not want to. All of You are great to me. Your sisters? They’re all great too. But I don’t know. I just think they think it was a mistake, we are an utmost experienced Hindu lover and extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Playthings after all.” I explained.

It wasn’t a normal practice and I knew it might have been too good to be true.

“Oh believe me, they don’t think that,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked back to her ‘Durgesh darling’ and gave me a big kiss.

“So what do they think then?” I asked my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything.

“Goodnight, Durgesh!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she gave me another kiss and made her way to the door.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, what do they think?” I asked again but I didn’t get an answer.

I just watched as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything swayed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hips as she exited my room blowing me a kiss.

‘What do they really think then?’ I thought to myself as I lay down on my bed, covering myself and drifted off to sleep.***

I woke late the next day.

I looked at my clock.

11:20 AM.

Quickly I jumped up and rummaged through my drawers for some clothes.

Finally I pulled on some faded jeans and a black t-shirt.

Running into the kitchen, I looked for everyone but found only a note.

I’ve gone shopping will be back later.

I’ll call you sometime with a special treat, Our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan are at work and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan are at University.

So you’ll have the house to yourself for ages until I get home.

Love You lots

LOVE

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan

Was what it read.

‘Oh great! Alone?’ I thought as I looked around the fridge for a juice before I went for my studies.

Finding what I wanted, I unlocked the door and left, locking it back up and taking the key with me I set off for my morning run, if slightly later than normal.

I arrived back at the house to find the door unlocked.

I had been gone a little longer than normal.

It was now 12:15 PM but no one should be in but me.

I opened the door and went inside.

Getting a juice I went into the living room to see who was in inside, but I found only emptiness nothing more.

Then I heard the sound of someone upstairs.

I quickly went to the stairs and shouted.

“It’s just me, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan. Don’t worry I’m not a burglar.”

It was indeed, my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s voice that hit me.

“What are you doing back?” I asked her as she emerged from the stairs and entered the kitchen wearing her normal work clothes.

A tight blue t-shirt with the name and logo of the shop, where she worked and a pair of black jeans.

“Dinner hour why what’s it to you?” she shot back but not aggressively, “I thought you’d like some company.”

“Err yeah that’s nice of you. It does get pretty lonely in here all alone.” I said as I drank my juice and wiped the sweat off my head with a towel.

“I know what you mean. In the shop, it can be pretty quiet. Sometimes I get so bored of it.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan admitted to her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she ate her now ready sandwich.

“Well, normally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is here with me but today she’s off shopping or something and won’t be back for a while yet.” I said as I took another drink and started to warm down.

“So we’re… I mean you’re all alone for a while then?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked as she looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’ take off my wet t-shirt and grab the extra one I always keep for after my run.

“Yep,” I said as I pulled on a clean white t-shirt.

“That running has really done you good Durgesh, your Hindu male body is really coming on nice.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan commented as she watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ dress.

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.

I was quite proud of my Hindu male body.

I was especially ripped.

I didn’t have too much fat on me.

“You should go to the gym with me sometime I’d show you a work out Durgesh darling.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Oh no way, this is fine for me thanks.” I said holding my hands up and shaking my head.

‘It’s not just the running but the little extra workouts I do with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and the others that take it out of me,’ I thought as I looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything eating her sandwich.

“You wimp, I thought you’d have more stamina then that.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan joked as she finished her sandwich and got a drink.

“I’ve got plenty of stamina, thanks,” I said with a little tap on my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān back.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was twenty two years old and awfully lovely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was demanding entry into her secret sacred holes, once again.

“I bet you do, just look at that bod of yours, you’re not even rippling with muscles, shame on you,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said giving me a little friendly poke in the stomach and giggling.

“Hey you, give up, I’m fine just like this. And I’m stronger than I look.” I said swatting Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s hand away playfully.

“Prove it then Durgesh darling,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan challenged as she wiggled her finger at me, beckoning me.

The look on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face dared me to take her down, if I could.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan challenged signaling me with her hands to try and take her down.

“Ok but I warned you,” I said as I prepared to tackle my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She smiled and stuck her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue out at me.

“Right” I warned as I grabbed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything by the waist and picked her up onto my shoulder.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was not that heavy only about 110 lbs soaking wet.

And after a big meal, I had no trouble lifting her onto my shoulder.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan squirmed as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’ s hands on her lower body holding her in place as I walked around the kitchen with her taking her into the living room.

“Ok Ok you win, I’m sorry,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she laughed uncontrollably from the tickling she was receiving from her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands as she struggled to escape my grip.

“See I told you, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan,” I said as I held my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything tight and began to spin her around playfully.

“Ok I believe you… Durgesh, stop… please I’m getting dizzy… really dizzy,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said still laughing.

I let her fall from my shoulder onto the sofa but Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan held onto my neck and pulled me down on top of her.

I quickly pushed up on my hands removing my body from my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts that were only slightly smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s still touched my Hindu chest.

Her hands were still holding my neck tight and she was looking into my Hindu eyes, now significantly.

I looked back into hers.

Nothing was said.

I just lowered my head and placed my Hindu lips on hers.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan tightened her grip on my neck and kissed me back, more passionately, on my lips, as a Musalmān woman kisses her Hindu lover.

There was something happening that neither could explain.

It was obvious what was happening.

We were kissing, but it was more than that.

This was something that just felt right for us to do.

This, like nothing else mattered, at that moment.

The kiss ended and I pulled back from Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, once more looking into her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

I smiled.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan smiled back and pulled me close once more, this time attacking me with her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue forcing it past my lips and into my mouth with ferocity.

I responded in kind and our tongues met for the first time in an electric touch.

This kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity since we both didn’t want to be the one to break it.

Finally, it was I who stopped the kiss, getting off my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I stood off the sofa and looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked as I stood before her.

“Nothing, but are you sure you want to do this?” I asked a little unconvinced.

“You silly Hindu, I’ve wanted to do this since I was 15 years old!” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

‘What was it about me at your fifteen.’ I thought as I heard the words from Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s mouth spill forward, ‘that’s Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan that wanted to sleep with me’.

“You ok Durgesh?” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan asked.

“Oh yeah,” I smiled releasing her.

I was quiet for quite a while, then said,

“I just needed to know that, now come here.”

“Good,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she stood up and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’ kissing me again and turning me towards the sofa so I could sit.

Before I had chance to sit down Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled it off my chest, over my head, she licked her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as my chest and stomach came into view.

I smiled as she undid my jeans and slid them down my legs along with my boxer shorts.

My hard Uncut Hindu Lund sprang forth almost hitting Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan in the face, as she knelt in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan whispered as she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund bounce in front of her.

I looked at her watching my Uncut Hindu Lund and smiled.

Twenty-two years old, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, seemed mesmerized by it as if she had never seen one before.

But I knew she had.

Not someone other’s.

Mine itself.

Even though she was not the outgoing sort, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan wasn’t shy either when it came to guys.

She had, had her fill off Hindu boyfriends in her short life.

Though entirely conscious of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān virtues, she had quenched her curiosity only watching me when I fucked her extremely beautiful willing Sunni Musalmān girlfriends.

I brought her back to reality when I kicked off my shoes so my pants could be fully removed.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan shook her beautiful head and helped her ‘Durgesh darling’ in removing the jeans and boxers before pushing me back.

Now I sat on the sofa looking up at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was bouncing along with my heartbeat.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan watched my Hindu body move with each breath I took.

I looked so cute, so vulnerable all naked like that, just like, I was made for her to look after and that’s what she planned on doing.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was just about to start taking off her clothes when we were startled by the phone ringing next to the sofa.

Both of us looked at it, then back to each other, then back to the phone.

“You should better answer it,” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said downheartedly.

I nodded and leaned over to grab the receiver.

“Hello,” I said bringing the receiver to my mouth.

“Hi Sweetie it’s me. I was just missing you and thought I’d call as I said I would, with your treat.”

“It’s Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan,” I mouthed to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

She smiled and looked on at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Hi, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, so where are you?” I asked.

“I’m just in a little out of the way place with a mobile phone all alone and thinking of you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said slowly.

“I’m thinking of you too.” I said as I looked over to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

She was removing her t-shirt revealing she had no bra on, as her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts fell forward and bounced.

Her nipples were hard and delicious looking.

My eyes bugged out as I looked at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Twenty two years old, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, placed her hands on her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks and then started to unfasten her jeans sliding them off leaving on just her tight white lace panties.

“What a pleasant surprise! I was just…. thinking about you myself.” I said to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan as my eyes swallowed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young body.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan started to sway her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks in front of me getting me hotter.

She knew how to sell herself to me.

Didn’t Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan?

Then she did something I wasn’t expecting.

She mouthed the words.

“I know about you two.”

I was startled at she knew.

“How?” I mouthed.

“Durgesh, just do now carry on with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. This is so hot,” she whispered to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I smiled.

I had been listening to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan while watching my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as she removed her panties.

“I was just thinking of your mouth actually,” I said down the phone.

Those were the first thing to come into my mouth.

I smiled at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

She was grinding her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks sexily in front of me.

“You’ve got something I’d like to put in my mouth,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said smiling as she looked around for any signs of other people.

“It’s nice and warm in there,” I smiled as I said it.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan still stood in front of me, nude, swinging her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks and sliding her hands around her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, touching herself in all the places that sent shockwaves through her.

“I’m on my knees rubbing my hands up and down your thighs, the inside of your thighs.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said sexily down the phone to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was staring at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as she slid her hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot making little circles with her fingers over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit.

“And what about your hands then?” I asked Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on the phone as I watched Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s hands work on herself.

“I have you in my hands now,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she slid her hands down her stomach and into the top of her jeans and into the top of her panties, making sure no-one was watching as she breathed into the phone.

I was getting so turned on I felt like I would cum right there as I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, standing naked in front of me, touching herself and my other extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, having phone sex with me.

“I climb on top of you and put you inside me,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she put her finger into herself making little circles with it teasing herself as she talked with her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“Ohhhh yeah,” I said as I watched Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan walk towards me.

She’d had enough of this self-pleasure and wanted her ‘Durgesh darling’ now.

Climbing on top of me Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moved slowly up my legs until my Uncut Hindu Lund was in line with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and slowly she lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaah! Ohhhhh God hhhmmmmm” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moaned as I felt the warmth of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot envelop my Uncut Hindu Lund, the slick juices making it easy for me to slide in.

“Aaaahhhhh yerrr” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned too on the mobile.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was sliding my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot , herself, now repeatedly.

When I was as deep as I could go, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan stopped and leaned her beautiful head back pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my face.

“Ohhh mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you’re so good inside me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she fingered herself in public, while her ‘Durgesh darling’ was on the other end of the phone, kissing Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s lips and breasts, massaging them with my hands.

I kissed the nipples too, first one, then the other.

“Come on, tell me what you want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as her ‘Durgesh darling’ watched the breasts in my face bounce as Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan started a steady up and down slide on my Uncut Hindu Lund, letting it slide almost all the way out, before sliding it back in.

“Come on don’t be shy,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan prompted as she heard me moan on the phone to her.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had now grabbed my shoulders and was making little thrusts with her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks on my Uncut Hindu Lund sending me to heaven as her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot squeezed my thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

Being only twenty two years old and virgin till now, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was gripping my entire Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously.

“Oh you’re doing it,” I said looking into Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s eyes but talking to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan smiled.

This was causing her immense pleasure as she fucked her ‘Durgesh darling’ while I had phone sex with their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God I’m so hot!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she pushed her finger into herself further, while back at home Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan leaned and kissed her ‘Durgesh darling’.

accidentally I dropped the phone as I moved my lips to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, once more kissing on each nipple, making Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moan out louder than normal.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you’re killing me!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she placed another finger in herself.

“Oh oh oh aaahhhhh.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan moaned as she increased her pace and began wildly thrusting herself on her ‘Durgesh darling’s absolutely outstanding marvelous unique Uncut Hindu Lund, faster.

“Is there someone there with you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she heard the other moans loudly.

“Oh err yeah there is,” I admitted.

I looked into Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes as she began to slow her thrusts slightly.

“You could have told me there was someone there!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she pulled her hands away from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and out of her panties.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan started to speed up on her ‘Durgesh darling’ again as she listened to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice on the phone.

“Who is it?” she asked.

I looked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan smiled and nodded.

“Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan,” I said using her full name for once.

“Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan? Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, I knew you two would!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she looked around to see if anyone was coming. “Look I gotta go see you soon.”

“Ok, I’m glad you’re not mad that I’m here with Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and not…” I said before Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan grabbed the phone.

“Hi, Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, don’t worry. Your secret Hindu Kħasam Durgesh is in good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hands and in a better place, Allah Ħāfiz, bye!” she said as she went to put the phone down.

When the phone was put down she grabbed her ‘Durgesh darling’ s face and brought it back to her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, so that I could kiss them once more.

This was her favorite thing for a Hindu to do.

She always had sensitive breasts and this was just heaven.

I kissed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts for all it was worth, as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything slide my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot faster making us both moan out.

This new speed made my Uncut Hindu Lund become more sensitive.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan kept on fucking me furiously.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

How ravenous Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was!

She was just fucking me breathless, shamelessly.

Her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was swallowing my Uncut Hindu Lund aggressively, letting it out till only its head was inside, and then again swallowing it deepest with more increased aggressive force.

I smiled,

“Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, I never knew you were so ravenous for me.”

“Stupid, I waited for you doing it with me since I was fifteen only. I have waited for seven long years, your idiosyncrasy.”

“Sālī,” I winked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, “Enjoying it even more than myself?”

“Why shouldn’t I? You never tried to fuck me. Even now, I’m fucking you. You are not fucking me.”

It went on till I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

My outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything grabbed my face in her hands and began kissing me lightly, then more passionately as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund swell inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot in readiness to cum.

“AAAAHHHHHHH YES I’M GONNA CUM RIZWĀNAH NAJMUL ĦASAN!” I shouted as I felt my Hindu sperm rise into my Uncut Hindu Shaft and shoot up to the head.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan stopped.

her thrusts making sure that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as I burst forth my thick Hindu love juice.

The heat was unbelievable inside Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan as her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu cum flowed freely inside her.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Ah God Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You’re amazing!” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan panted as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund start to blast inside her dripping hole.

She rose slowly as her ‘Durgesh darling’ slipped out of her.

Our cum was dripping down her well-drenched thighs.

She moved fluidly in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’, and smiled in satisfaction.

“That was too good,” I said as I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything close her legs, a little drop of our cum started to slide down her inner thighs.

“I know it was, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It had to be. I’ve waited for it seven long years. I better go get a shower and you better get dressed.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said as she made her way upstairs for a shower.

I nodded as I looked at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

The shaft glistened with the combined juices of our ashvinātam passion.

“This is too good,” I said as I looked for my clothes.

The day had only just begun and I had already had sex with my fourth extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything.

My mind raced with intimate thoughts of what the future might bring.

I had been sitting alone on the sofa for some time while Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was in the shower cleaning herself up a little.

I could hear her singing.

She must have left the door open with it being just the two of us in the house.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw it was 1: 25 PM.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was late for work.

“Darling, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, you’d better get a move on. You’re late,” I shouted up, to my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan appeared from the bathroom naked.

“Allah, Oh shit, what time is it?” she asked as she dried herself with a pink fluffy towel.

“Five and twenty past one,” I shouted back to my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She was in her room now getting her work clothes on once more.

“Crap, I’m supposed to be back by 1: 15 and its 10 minutes to work,” she said quietly as she pulled on her t-shirt.

She ran down the stairs as she saw her ‘Durgesh darling’ waiting for her.

She stopped when she got to the bottom step and smiled at me.

“You should get going,” I said as I watched her move down the steps two at a time.

“I know but you’re well worth getting the sack for, Durgesh darling, that was great,” she said.

As Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan walked over to me, the light from the window casted a glow around her as if she was an angel.

“Don’t say things like that,” I said smiling, almost priding, as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything gave me a long adoring kiss on my Hindu lips, before turning for the door and leaving for work.

I was back in the living room relaxing when I heard the front door open.

Quickly looking at the clock, I saw it was 2: 00 PM.

“Hello anyone home?” It was Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I shouted from my seat men the living room.

“Yer in here,”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard her ‘Durgesh darling’’s voice and quickly came to see me.

“Hi Hunky, what’s going on? Where is everyone?” she asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ using the word Hunky for the first time ever.

“They are all out. I’m all alone.” I informed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything not really realizing what she had called me.

“All alone well,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’ and sat on my Hindu lap aggressively, getting comfortable by wiggling her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, over my now hardening Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Yep what are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining,” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund push against its tight confines and her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“I took a late dinner and thought I’d come home to see my fave Hunky,” she said as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund push against her.

“Hunky? When did I become that then?” I asked surprised slightly by the nickname I had been given by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“A few days ago. Do you like it?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked as she ground her Sunni Musalmān ass down onto her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund a little harder.

“It’s…. I don’t know what to say no one has ever called me that before,” I said, as I looked into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings eyes.

“No? Well, I will from now on. I like that name for you… My Hunky,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said sealing it with a soft kiss on her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.

I was in no mood to do anything but agree with my new nickname it was actually quite sweet of Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan to say such nice things about me, I thought, as I kissed her with a little more passion.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan quickly grew tired of the kissing.

She was in need of something a lot more than just her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips on hers.

I was quite satisfied to just kiss Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan for a while, after my session with Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan just 45 minutes earlier.

I was still a little worn out, but who was I to say no to a girl like Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I watched as she moved herself off me, slightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Lund through the jeans I had on, before sliding her hands to undo the button and zip, opening them wide.

Now only my boxer shorts between her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hands and my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Looking into my eyes, she smiled and reached her hands inside grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund tightly and massaging it, the heat from it warming her hands nicely as she rolled my foreskin back and forth licking her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as she did so.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was just about to kneel before me and take my hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth when we both heard the door open once more.

Quickly Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan helped her ‘Durgesh darling’ pull up my pants that had been pulled down to my knees by Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, in her rush to get me inside any of her holes.

“Hello anyone in?” It was Āsiyah Jahāngīr, their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr.

She was home early.

“We’re in here, Ammī, ” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan called as she got up from her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Hindu lap and went into the kitchen to greet her ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, with a hug.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in work now?” Āsiyah Jahāngīr asked as her daughter gave her a hug.

“Late dinner. What about you?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked.

“Oh, just got off work early today. There was some sort of problem with the equipment. And we all got sent home early.” She informed her daughter as I walked in and gave their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, a hug.

“Where have you been?” she asked me.

“I just had something to do but I didn’t forget you did it?” I said.

Really what I was doing was trying to get my Uncut Hindu Lund soften so I did not greet their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, with a raging Hindu hard on.

“No, you’re a good boy I guess,” she joked as she went to the fridge, “You two want anything to eat?”

“No thanks, I’m fine,” I said.

“I’ll just have a sandwich please,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan shouted from the living room.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr got out some turkey slices and asked me to get her the bread.

I did looking in to see Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sitting disappointedly looking at me as I went to get the bread.

I saw the look in my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s face and smiled before blowing her a kiss.

She pretended to catch it before bringing the hand.

She did it with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissing it as if she would her ‘Durgesh darling’.

If only their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had not been there.

It looked like today would not be the day that she had hoped it could be.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan had been thinking about me all night.

She had so wanted to just get out of her bed, go to my room and spend the night sleeping with her ‘Durgesh darling’.

However, that was not going a possibility with everyone in the house.

They would have easily heard all the noise the two would have made.

It was a long night for me too.

I thought about Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and what may have happened with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, should Āsiyah Jahāngīr never have come in, when she did.

I was woken early by the bright sun flowing through the window.

Looking at my clock, I saw it was 7: 45 AM.

Way earlier than I would normally be up, and earlier than any of the others too.

Normally Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up at about 8: 20 AM, the others at about 8: 00 AM since most had work at 9: 00 AM or University to go to.

I got out of bed and got dressed.

Looking around I decided it was time to spend my cash.

Grabbing my coat, I set off for some early morning shopping.

Leaving a note explaining where I was going I made my way to the bus stop a few seconds away from my house.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan came down and found the note…

‘Hi, I have gone out, will be back in a few hours, the door is locked; please lock it when you go out if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is not up’

—Durgesh

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan read the note and smiled.

She had a plan.

She was going to get me to herself, even if she had to kill all her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sisters and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, to do so.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, what you got there?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked as she saw Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan holding the note in her hands.

“Oh, hi, it’s just a note. Durgesh gone out,” she smiled.

It wasn’t Navīdah Najmul Ħasan who was the problem.

She, Āsiyah Jahāngīr and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan would be in work in a little bit and she knew that Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan both had University all day.

It was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan who was the problem.

She needed to get her out of the house for a while.

“Hi Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, ” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan greeted her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as she made her way downstairs at 8: 20 AM as normal.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan yawned as she entered the kitchen and made her way to the fridge for a drink.

“So what are you doing today?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked curious to know if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would be in the house or not.

“Not much gym then who knows?” that was not the answer that Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wanted to hear.

“Oh really,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said a little dejectedly.

“Shouldn’t you be going to work by now?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she drank a bottle of orange from the fridge.

“I’m not well I rang in sick,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said quickly trying to sound the part of a sick person.

“Oh that’s too bad well I’m here with you so you’ll be ok,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she said the word.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan looked down a little disappointed,

“Where’s Durgesh this morning?”

“I found this note. When I got up he was out shopping or something, why?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

“No reason, just wondered, that’s all. So how are you feeling?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked trying to change the subject from her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“I’ll be fine. Say Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, you couldn’t do something for me, could you?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked knowing that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would do anything for any of her siblings.

“Sure, what is it?” she asked as she looked for her gym bag.

“Well after you’ve been to the gym, how long will you be gone by the way?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked hoping it would be a long time.

“About two hours,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan informed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

“Oh, Ok. Well, when you’re done, could you go and get me some….” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan stopped trying to think of something that would take a long time to get.

“What? What do you need?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked intently listening for an answer.

“Err some chocolates, there for Giga,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said that was the best she could come up with at the time with so little time to think.

“Who is Giga?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked a little confused by the request and the name.

“She’s someone I work with. She’s not been well recently and has just broken up with her Hindu boyfriend so she needs some cheering up,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was thinking on her feet with this one.

“Looks like she gave whatever she had to you” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as she grabbed her trainers and put them in her bag.

“Yer it does so will you get them for me then?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked with a polite smile.

“Sure. it won’t take me five minutes after my workout,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said happily.

“No, I want you to get some special ones I saw them in town there these really nice ones she likes.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said quickly.

“In town, but that’ll take me an hour to get there and back then there’s the stuff to get.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister who was looking back with pleading eyes.

“Come on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, just for me please!” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan begged knowing that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan would not resist.

“Ok, just for you,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said shaking her beautiful head and rolling her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“Thanks Bājī. sis, you’re the best. Here’s the money,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said handing over one thousand dollars.

“One thousand dollars? Wow, she must be a good friend!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she was given the money, “What are these chocolates you want?”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan explained where to get the chocolates from and the exact sort she wanted and watched as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan went out the door for her morning workout.

‘That’s her gone until at least one, now all I need is Durgesh back here,’ Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan thought as she sat at the table and waited for her ‘Durgesh darling’ s return.

I arrived at the front door at 11 : 20 AM.

I had been out since 8 : 00 AM and had been around most of the shops but hadn’t bought much, a few CD’s, DVD’s that was about it.

I opened the door; surprised that it was not locked, meaning someone was in.

I was greeted by the sight of Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat at the table.

She had changed since.

The others had left.

Now clad in a long shirt and just a pair of tight lace knickers.

I stared at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she smiled at me from across the room,

Dropping my bag of bought items I looked at her, not knowing why, but I knew that we were alone.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s smile widened as I walked over to her and placed my hands on either side of her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Leaning down to her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face, I kissed her softly on the lips wetting hers with my saliva, as my tongue then made little licks on them.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was very happy to respond to this and soon she was standing pushing her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against her ‘Durgesh darling’s.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled me closer to herself.

I did likewise holding my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything around the waist.

I pulled her backwards with me until we hit the sink.

Our tongues were still deep in each other’s mouths caressing every part.

Once we had hit the sink unit, we walked the other way back to the table where it was Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s turn to hit it with her legs.

Her legs being as long as they were, she could easily sit on the table, which was just what she did.

Sitting back, she let her ‘Durgesh darling’ slide my hands inside her shirt pulling it open with ease revealing she wore no bra.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts were just as nice as they had been the first time they were in this sort of situation.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan leaned back on her arms pushing her chest out at me.

I quickly leaned down and took her right nipple in between my thumb and index finger, kissing the hard little nub before moving to the next one.

I marveled at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s perky Musalmān breasts as I slid my lips over each.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned out from the stimulation she was receiving at the lips of her ‘Durgesh darling’.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pushed her ‘Durgesh darling’ off herself after a few minutes of my assault on her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

She leaned forward and grabbed her ‘Durgesh darling’s sweatshirt pulling it over my head.

I lifted my hands to help her.

Once that was gone, she did the same to my t-shirt discarding both to the floor.

She looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’, standing there like her, topless.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan took this chance to kiss my chest.

Licking my soft skin as she made her way down to my jeans.

She slipped off the table kneeling before me.

She kissed my stomach as she undid the belt pulling off my waist and out of the loops of my jeans.

Both of us slid to the floor, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulling her ‘Durgesh darling’ onto herself.

She looked at me.

She reached down between us and pulled her knickers down, her legs wiggling them off.

Ultimately, her hands could go no further down her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

I watched as she did this, holding myself high on my hands.

I looked at her purely white breasts and hard nipples.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan watched my body move as I breathed and smiled before reaching for my jeans once more.

Pushing them and my boxer shorts down my thighs, I let my Uncut Hindu Lund spring free.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan grabbed it pulling the foreskin back as she guided it to her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I moaned as I felt the heat from my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot before I even entered it.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan placed the head at the entrance and lay back, as she let her ‘Durgesh darling’ do the work getting it in.

I happily obliged putting my weight forward.

My Uncut Hindu Lund easily slipped in to Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s wet and ready Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, parting the lips and forcing a moan from my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wrapped her Musalmān legs around my Hindu waist as I went deeper into her.

The heat coming from her insides was incredible.

It was hotter than the first time we had sex, for sure!

Feeling I had gone as far as possible, I pulled back, so that I could come in for another thrust.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot grip her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund and the friction it caused when I pulled back and went back in.

I was moaning too as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything grabbed my asscheeks with both hands pulling me in then out.

She kissed my neck, moving up to my ear, moaning right into it, as I thrust back and forth within her.

The thrusting stopped.

We kissed each other’s mouths once more.

Our tongues not touching this time, though it was just a kiss on the lips.

We looked into each other’s eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs and finish,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was the one who spoke.

She said it softly.

I nodded my agreement and got up off the floor, helping my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything to her feet.

My jeans were still held up by my thighs.

They were gone by the time we got to my bedroom.

Once inside, we were quickly on the bed.

I sat as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan climbed onto me.

Straddling her long legs on either side of my body, her feet were flat on the bed.

Knees bent, holding her entire body on just the power of her smooth splendid wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund was buried once more, deep inside her wanting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan started to grind her excellent exquisite, perfectly round, firm, massive, gorgeous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks back and forth, pulling her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Uncut Hindu Lund almost out before pushing it back to the hilt.

“AAAHHHHH yessss,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she ran her hands through her ‘Durgesh darling’s hair while continuing to grind herself into my body.

I too was moaning.

As my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything moved, I placed my hands under her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, to give her some additional support, taking the pressure off her legs slightly.

She smiled through a groan of pleasure at her ‘Durgesh darling’s kindness to help her out.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was getting tired as the lactic acid built up in her legs from the constant holding in this position.

She was not one of the gym nuts the others were.

So she was not used to holding in a squat position since it was not required in her dance routines.

I knew she must be getting tired and laid her back down so I could take control for a while and let her rest her legs.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled and quickly let her ‘Durgesh darling’ take charge of the thrusts.

I started a rather fast pace taking myself deepest into her before quickly pulling out then slamming back in.

This new speed made Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan cry out, as she was not used to it.

But it was only pleasure that she was feeling.

Not able to take much more of this new pace Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled herself up; back into the sitting position, they started in and began grinding herself back into her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Ooooohhhhhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, yess. Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, yesss.” I moaned as I leaned her back to get access to her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Once again squeezing the nipples one at a time, before massaging her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts with both hands.

It was completely different to having a Uncut Hindu Lund pushed up deep inside her.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooohhhhh Goddddd ahhhhhh” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt an orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks being dropped on her.

I carried on as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything shacking on the bed.

Her hands were pulling my waist into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch tighter making it easy for me to fuck her more aggressively.

I pulled myself up her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Once more kissing every part of her, as I wanted to, when I got to her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face I kissed her there too.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wanted to give her ‘Durgesh darling’ something special now.

Just as I had her, when I went down on her, she stopped me and moved me off herself.

Before spinning onto her stomach, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan left her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass slightly raised off the bed.

I figured what she was doing and smiled as I proudly moved behind her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Leaning over her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, I laid my chest onto her back.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was pointed at her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Go on Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan whispered as she brought her hands back and spread her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān asscheeks for her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I, after taking a deep breath, placed the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund into the tiny little hole of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan grit her teeth, as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund slide uneasily into her back passage.

She had done this before with me.

But that was with a condom that provided some lubrication.

This time it was only the juices we had made together that was used.

It made it a tad painful, as it slid in.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhh, Yā Ilaaaaaaaaaaaaaahīīīīīīīī.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan shouted as she felt more of her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund slide in.

The pressure was getting hard to bear now.

But Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan knew by her previous experiences with me, once I was fully in it would get better.

I was also feeling the pinch as my Uncut Hindu Lund was squeezed by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass muscles.

But with one big push, I was fully inside my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan felt really full and got a feeling she needed to go to the loo.

But she remembered the first time she did this with me, and how good it felt when she had got used to it.

I was relieved when I felt my pubic bone hit my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass fully, indicating I could go no further into her.

I stopped and waited for a few minutes.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was now getting well used to having her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Uncut Hindu Lund up her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and told me to start a steady rhythm of pulling back and going back in.

I did as requested and the pleasure was immense.

I thought that putting my Uncut Hindu Lund inside my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was the greatest feeling ever but this was well mind-blowing too.

I started to pick up the pace as I heard my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything moan out with each thrust I made.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s extremely stunning gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass was so tight and hot, I knew I wouldn’t last too long if I was not cautious.

Now, I also wanted to give Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan the anal pleasure she was so obsessed with.

Every time we did it, we did it on her own persistent request.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan loved my Uncut Hindu Lund and its thoroughly aggressive movements into her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass very much.

Okay, let her have the required anal pleasure too.

Whatever time I had was going to be well spent.

Leaning down my body, I began to kiss Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s back as she reached back with her hands and rubbed my head.

I tightened my asscheeks to thrust into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings ass harder.

“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Ohhhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! that’s it. Yessss.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrate her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān asshole hard.

This hard thrusting was really making me get close to Cumming.

I controlled myself once more and started pounding my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, as savagely as she loved it.

Ultimately, I managed to hammer Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan into her smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass for hours.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shouting in unexpected sheer pleasure.

I fucked Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan in her ass ultimately as if till infinity.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shouting, kissing me on my lips and urging me to keep it on.

She herself was thrusting her gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass back to my pelvis with all the power she could muster.

“Ah aah that’s it Durgesh, that’s it méré Hindu Piyā. Keep it on please, keep it on.”

The tightness and heat made my balls tighten ultimately and gave me that usual feeling that all men get when they are about to cum.

With a loud grunt I started to shoot my hot Hindu cum right into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ass, making her shout out from the new heat that had just been injected into her as it started burning her soft inner skin.

I pulled out as my Uncut Hindu Lund re-hardened from such a ferocious ashvinātam fuck as I had just had with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

She laid face down moaning into a pillow holding her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks closed.

She turned over to look up at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was smiling at her reassuring her.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she felt some of her ‘Durgesh darling’s cum slide out of her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and onto my sheets.

“You better change your bed Durgesh, I think it’s a bit of a mess under me.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan smiled as she put her hand over her leaking ass holding the rest of the cum in, as she gingerly got off the bed and sort of waddled to the bathroom.

Chapter 19

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Midterm 2012: 15

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Midterm 2012

DurgeshRaziyah Najmul Ħasan

Chapter 15

Durgesh Navīdah Najmul Ħasan

I proceeded to put my hands together coating them both.

Then I placed them on my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s back.

Gently I began to rub the thick liquid into her shoulders.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan let her head fall forward and pulled her hair out of the way so her ‘Durgesh darling’ could coat her neck too.

I worked my hands up her shoulders and onto her neck, before sliding my palms back down the middle of her back.

“Ohhhh,” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands rub her back deeply.

She reached around her back and grabbed my forearms pulling my hands to her stomach,

“Do there as well, will you?”

Nodding, I slowly began to rub my hands over her stomach.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moaned again.

I began to become aroused again, as I heard my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything moan.

In a daze my hands began to roam up Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body towards her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

I stopped when my Hindu hands hit the bottom curve.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan threw her head back and moaned with delight as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu hands touch her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

It wasn’t the first time she had been touched like this.

On her 18th birthday, she had let the only Hindu boyfriend she had ever, had touch her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts through her bra, while we were in my car after a party.

I had suggested having sex with her, as a gift from me on her eighteenth birthday, but, being as shy as she was, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan had not felt comfortable with sex then, even with me, though I was the only boyfriend she had ever.

“Why another boyfriend is needed?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan argued with her teenager girlfriends, “You all claim you have fucked Durgesh. Don’t you?”

“Durgesh sleeps too unconscious, so deep asleep he is that even the entire womankind would rape him then, he would never be even aware of it.” Zakiyah Musharraf Parvez announced.

“Nonsense!”

“Don’t believe it if you don’t want to.” Zakiyah Musharraf Parvez shrugged her shoulders.

“You claim you all my teenager girlfriends have already fucked the great Durgesh?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan teased them sarcastically.

“Of course,” Zakiyah Musharraf Parvez winked at her, “your idiosyncrasy, we are not as moron as you are that you only love him. We do make love to him as well.”

“You teenagers, most of you being just eighteen only? Barely legal adults?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled making a joke of them.

Zakiyah Musharraf Parvez watched her, scrutinizing her,

“Well, what’s wrong in it, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo?”

I had removed her bra.

I began kissing her.

She had freaked out and pushed me off her.

I had been none too pleased, but Raziyah Najmul Ħasan had compromised with me.

She would give me a blowjob but no more.

I had smiled,

“A blowjob to me? Darling, perhaps you are forgetting it’s your birthday, not mine. You haven’t to gift me something. I have to gift you.”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled shrewdly,

“I want a special gift from you.”

“Oh,” I smiled myself now, “you are most welcome my sweet eighteen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān beloved. Okay. Tell me what do you want from me as your special gift?”

“The best you have.”

“Your Uncut Hindu Lund, of course!” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled, “what else you have is the best?”

“Isn’t that what I’ve offered to you?”

“Yes, but you offered it to me only for once.”

I sighed,

“I’ve countless Musalmān Beauties as my Live in Relationship Partners. I can’t gift you better.”

“Yes, you can. Let me be your new Live in Relationship Partner too.”

I was startled.

“You are just eighteen, Raziyah darling.”

“So what? Haven’t you other just-eighteen Live in Relationship Partners?”

“Yes,” I sighed, “I have. But either they themselves forced me to it, their guardians or some special circumstances. I don’t really love it.”

“That’s the special gift I want from you on my eighteenth birthday. Love it too in my case.”

I had agreed and she had tried her best to do a good job, which she thought she had due to the fact she did really want to be doing it.

I had held her head down and came down her throat forcing her to swallow my Hindu cum, and making her gag.

Now, she had her ‘Durgesh darling’ touching her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Ok, not in quite the same way, but there was contact and she loved it.

I moved my wet hands over her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts leaving large handprints on the thin material covering her.

I could feel her nipples hardening against my palms as my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s mouth opened and she moaned loudly.

Realizing what I was doing I pulled my hands away from her.

I wanted to stand up and walk away, but my Uncut Hindu Lund was stopping that plan.

It would be pretty obvious I felt the same way she did when I stood up and had a huge bulge in my pants.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved her head back to its normal position and looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I looked away from her teasingly.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled nervously then bit her lower lip.

I looked back at her, straight in her eyes, ready to apologize teasingly for my actions when Raziyah Najmul Ħasan leaned forward and, placing her hands on my shoulders, kissed me on my lips.

My eyes opened wide as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything kissed me gently.

No tongue, just her lips sitting on mine.

I knew she was not very confident and hadn’t had much, if any, sexual contact with anyone other than me, so I was surprised by her boldness but didn’t want to push her too much.

Besides, I was in surprise at this.

I managed to go into the living room.

Not wanting to show my bulge too much, I leaned forward as I went.

The surprise had subsided a bit, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay outside with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan any longer.

It didn’t take long before she came to me.

I looked to the door to see Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s sexy form walking towards me, her hips swaying and her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts bouncing slightly as she moved. “Durgesh, I’m sorry.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said as she sat down next to her ‘Durgesh darling’ on the sofa.

“No Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, I am.” I said as I looked straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She smiled nervously,

“Durgesh, I really love you. You know that, don’t you?” she asked causing me to spin back to her.

Had she just said that?

Had little, shy Raziyah Najmul Ħasan just admitted she loved her utmost experienced Hindu lover?

“I… I really like you too.” I said quietly as I saw Raziyah Najmul Ħasan close the gap between our faces.

I felt an unstoppable force pull me into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Our ashvinātam mouths met once more and, just as before, no tongues were used.

I was tempted, but was cautious Raziyah Najmul Ħasan would not really like it.

I just wanted to make her happy by doing what she wanted and not pushing her too much.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was having the same thoughts about her ‘Durgesh darling’.

She was nervous about what she was doing, but wanted to overcome this and please me.

She slowly opened her lips and let her tongue slide up to my lips, wetting them with her saliva.

I was surprised but responded the same.

Our tongues met for the first time barely touching at first but soon they were all over each other, first mine then Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s.

Each was invading the other’s mouth, exploring every crevice they could find.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved closer to her ‘Durgesh darling’ sliding her legs over me so she sat over my lap and looking down at me she smiled, holding my shoulders as I brought my hands to her back looking for the bikini straps.

I soon found them and in a rapid move of my fingers untied the thin material.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan watched as she saw the orange material drop from her chest revealing her heaving Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts to her vigilant looking utmost experienced Hindu lover.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled again as she saw her ‘Durgesh darling’ kissing her ample breasts.

When she thought, I had kissed enough she brought her arms around my neck and began kissing me herself deeply.

I was still fully clothed as my half naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything began to rub her uncovered breasts onto my Hindu chest.

The tee-shirt material scratched her sensitive nipples, almost painfully.

She pulled back and grabbed it by the base pulling it up.

I lifted my arms helping Raziyah Najmul Ħasan to take it over my head.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan looked back at her ‘Durgesh darling’ more satisfied now that we both were topless now.

Her shyness was fading by the second, overcome by her sense of need for her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything reach between them and undo my jeans before kissing me once more.

Our kiss had been going on for some time now and I was beginning to grow a little impatient to get inside my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, she was just so stunning it was driving me close to cumming right there and then.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was feeling the same now and responded when her ‘Durgesh darling’ began to lean her back on the sofa.

We laid together, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan on her back with her ‘Durgesh darling’ between her legs.

Only a pair of bikini bottoms and boxer shorts was between us.

I was getting more turned on by the second as I and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan kissed passionately.

I slid my hands over her chest massaging her nipples before sliding my hands to her smooth splendid wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs pushing them around her waist until I was ready to remove her bikini bottoms and slide my Uncut Hindu Lund free.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was getting nervous again, just like on her 18th birthday with her boyfriend.

Everything was coming back and she was starting to get scared.

“Hhmm… I no… No… Durgesh… NO!” She shouted as she pushed at my shoulders.

“Oh Raziyah Najmul Ħasan! I’m sorry.” I apologized quickly as I pushed off her, letting her sit up.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said almost crying.

“No! It’s fine Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. Honest, it’s fine.” I tried to assure my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“I… I want to. Just, not now,” She said, sucking back some tears as she looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I smiled to mask my embarrassment and the consequent disappointment somewhat.

“Hhmm… did I do this?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked as she first looked then grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund through my boxer shorts.

She may not have been ready to have sex but she knew one thing she could do for me; the same as she had for her ‘boyfriend’.

“Here, let me take care of this.” She said as she kissed her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest, slowly moving down to my stomach before kissing the material covering my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I watched as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything flipped her hair out of her way and brought her hands up to push the boxer shorts out the way.

I felt her pull them by the waistband down my legs, letting my Uncut Hindu Lund spring free in front of her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan licked her red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips as she saw her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund twitching in front of her.

She looked up at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I had my eyes closed in preparation.

Smiling, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan obliged me, lowering her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān open mouth onto the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund, licking all the pre-cum that had accumulated from the foreplay and almost sex we had enjoyed.

I moaned as I felt my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth move slowly down my Uncut Hindu Shaft, her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue licking the underside as she continued to apply a little more pressure with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Lund jerked as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything pulled it out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth until just the head was left in.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan tried to smile around my Uncut Hindu Lund as she lowered her beautiful head again.

Soon she was in a steady rhythm, bouncing her lovely Pakistani Sunni Musalmān neck when she reached the top and bottom of her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Was she crazy?

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund for hours nonstop.

Ultimately, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and I both knew that I wouldn’t last long anymore.

I had been so turned on by what had happened before.

I was starting to get that feeling in my balls, the contracting feeling that males know only too well, which means that they’re gonna blow any second.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund jerk as the first blast of my Hindu cum shot out of the head.

She quickly remembered back to when her boyfriend had held her beautiful head down and forced her to swallow my Hindu cum.

She couldn’t forget the feeling of gagging when it hit her throat.

She was really scared, but her love for her ‘Durgesh darling’ overcame that and she closed her eyes as she felt my Hindu cum hit the roof of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth, followed by another and several more and more after that.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth was nearly full of my Hindu Vīrý now and she was forced to swallow.

To her surprise, she actually liked the taste of my Hindu cum as it slid down her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān throat and into her stomach.

She licked my Uncut Hindu Lund clean before pulling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth off.

She had been kneeling in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’ while going down on me and now I had finished she got up and sat next to me again.

Snuggling into my side, she laid down over my lap feeling my wet Uncut Hindu Lund pressing into her stomach as she leaned her chin on the back of her hands.

“What about you?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, realizing it had been me who had been given all the pleasure.

“I’m fine.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said smiling, happy that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was satisfied.

In reality, she was really desperate for some kind of relief.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” I said as I rubbed her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“I can’t. It’s embarrassing. Stop it!” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said giggling.

“Trust me.” I said as I slid my hand up her back to her shoulders.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled and turned over on my lap.

She slid down the sofa a bit until she was nicely settled. I had opened my legs slightly wider and made a little gap for her to settle into with her shoulders and lower back.

Her beautiful head was over my left thigh and the little curve of the small of her back rested on my right.

She brought her hands to her chest and squeezed them together tightly.

I smiled down at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she settled down.

She looked so little and innocent lying there on my lap.

I wouldn’t have believed this little girl had just given me oral sex if I hadn’t been there.

Still smiling I brought my left hand to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch and lightly began rubbing her outer lips through the thin material that covered it.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan squeezed her eyes shut as she felt my warm Hindu hand press slightly harder into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch.

Slowly, I pulled my hand to the top of the bikini bottoms and slid my fingertips under the elastic rim getting a feel of the small mound of thin pubic hair that capped off Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

“HHHMMM… a little lower.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hard Uncut Hindu Lund slide towards her wet, dripping lips.

My Uncut Hindu Lund moved lower.

“A little lower.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said again as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund move closer.

My Uncut Hindu Lund went lower.

“A little lower.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan suddenly felt my Uncut Hindu Lund reach the top of her lovely ravenous quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān slit as she said it a third time.

I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund all the way down her wet slit then back up again being careful not to press my Uncut Hindu Lund into her unless told to.

“Aahh… Now make little circles.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan panted as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’ move my Uncut Hindu Lund back up to the top.

I followed her instructions and started to make little circular movements with my Uncut Hindu Lund over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot lips applying slightly more pressure as I went on.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan started to moan louder as I increased my speed pressing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

I looked at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

She was tweaking her nipples as she moaned louder from the buildup that was starting in the pit of her stomach.

It was the same feeling she had had the only time she had brought herself to orgasm, a few years previously.

She was scared then and was again now.

“Hhhhhhhaaaaa… hhhmmmmmm… STOP!” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shouted frantically as she sat up quickly.

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund away from her.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved away from me and sat at the opposite end of the sofa.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said as she calmed down slightly.

“It’s ok Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. It’s supposed to be like that.” I tried to reassure her as she gave me a wavering smile.

“Thank you. You always wonder why we teenagers are so crazy for you that my teenager Musalmān girlfriends have even raped you while you are sleeping. Well, let me tell you now. You are the utmost experienced utmost patient Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. You never force yourself upon us. You are too experienced to do it.”

I smiled,

“Thank you Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled,

“You let us take our time patiently. You don’t even tell my teenager Musalmān girlfriends when they fuck you entirely unashamed of themselves that you are not sleeping unconscious. You are wide awake instead.”

I smiled.

“It may humiliate them.”

“Yes, so you let them enjoy fucking you as they damn please pretending utmost incredible deep sleep.”

I smiled,

“What else can I do for your innocent teenager Musalmān girlfriends?”

“They are not innocent. They are very smart, shrewd, scheming and they can humiliate an army even, if they don’t like.”

I laughed.

“Even then, what’s wrong in letting them to have their little play and pleasure as they damn please?”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan laughed.

“Allah! Really perhaps you are the ever-best utmost patient, yet utmost ravenous, Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. I know these both are contradictory attributes, yet you amazingly manage successfully to have them simultaneously. I congratulate you.”

I smiled, opened my arms and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan moved into them giving me a nice wet kiss.

She settled like a baby into my arms and closed her eyes.

I kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close to my chest as she drifted off to sleep.

I smiled as I thought about what had happened in my life, in this mansion, over the past few days.

Ok, so I didn’t get to have sex with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, but I had shared something special with her that nothing could replace.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan woke up as I carried her to her bedroom.

“How long have I been asleep?” she asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she was carried, bridal style, up the stairs, towards her bedroom.

“An hour. The others will be back soon so I wanted to put you to bed so you could get some sleep.” I replied as we reached the top of the stairs.

“Thanks Durgesh darling. For everything.” she said, as she was laid down on her bed and received a soft kiss on her lips.

“No problem Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. You get some rest. I love you.” I headed for the door, closing it behind me.

Once again, I found myself reflecting on the amazing turn my life had taken in this mansion and how wonderful it was.

A Hindu in Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Babeland!

Wasn’t it?

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was home from work.

“Hi Durgesh darling. Had a good day?”

“Eīshān! What a close one with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.” I whispered to myself.

“What did you say?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked.

She knew I had said something but couldn’t quite make it out fully.

“I said yeah. How was yours?” I lied.

I had become quite expert at that, in recent times more.

Not in malicious lies, but in little white lies that didn’t really hurt people.

“Fine, but I’m glad to be off work now. It’s so boring supervising cutting people’s hair from 10 until 6 everyday.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said as she went to get a sandwich from the fridge.

“Bored? Surely not? You love your job, don’t you?” I asked.

I was starting to get cautious once again.

I had never heard Navīdah Najmul Ħasan criticize her job before, but now she was saying she wasn’t happy with it.

If she quit then that would put yet another obstacle between me and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, being all alone from ten to five, most days of the week.

“Yeah, I’ve felt like this for a while now but never said anything to our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, or you lot because I didn’t want you to worry about me finding a new job if I quit.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan admitted to her surprised utmost experienced Hindu lover.

“Quit? Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, you never quit anything.” I said trying to convince her she really did like her job if only to keep her out of the way of me and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“I know Durgesh, but I’ve been doing supervising hairdressing for 5 years now,” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said as she took a bit out of her sandwich, “I just think there must be something else out there for me.” A little bit of the lettuce dropped from the bottom and down the top of her T-shirt into her cleavage.

I watched as the little, green, bit of leaf fell onto the top of her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

My eyes were suddenly transfixed by the site of her cleavage.

It was magical to see.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan had a wonderful set of Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts that never really got to be shown off by revealing tops.

She was much shyer than the others were, but still had had a few Hindu boyfriends in her time.

She did really like her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

She was perfectly built.

Large breast and the gym workouts showed in her toned physique but that wasn’t how she had seen herself and, as a result, she only wore clothes that would cover her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body more fully.

Today was an exception.

She had been very hot, as had everyone else, and been forced to wear a more revealing top.

It was red, quite tight, its fabric clinging to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, and cut off just above the bellybutton; revealing her thin waist to all.

The top was sleeveless and had instead, two, rather thin, straps holding it up over her shoulders where the low cut neck showed off her outstanding superb Pakistani Sunni Musalmān cleavage beautifully.

The pants were a tight pair of blue jeans that hugged her legs and showed off her tight exquisite excellent Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Altogether, she was a ravishing site to behold by any man.

“Durgesh… Durgesh…”

I heard my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything saying my name and realized she had been talking to me while I had been staring at her.

“What?” I said snapping my attention to her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face and off her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“What are you looking at?” she asked somewhat mischievously.

“You’ve dropped some of your sandwich.” I said pointing at the little greenery on her outstanding superb Pakistani Sunni Musalmān cleavage.

“Oh crap!” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan exclaimed as she reached for it but only managed to push it deeper into the valley her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts made.

I watched my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything push her hand down her top further, wishing it was my hand that was touching her.

But I had Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and had, had Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and almost Raziyah Najmul Ħasan so I should be satisfied.

Still, I couldn’t help but wish.

“Allah! Oh, shit! I just can’t grab it. You wouldn’t mind if I took my top off and got it. Would you Durgesh?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked as she fumbled to grab the veggie leaf.

“Err… no Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, go ahead.” I said, secretly thanking Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything was going to take her top off in front of me.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan smiled and grabbed the bottom of her small top, pulling it up and over her beautiful head, letting it rest on the back of her shoulders.

Her bra was now the only thing, between her naked Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and her ‘Durgesh darling’s gawking Hindu eyes.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan didn’t realize her ‘Durgesh darling’ was watching her as she reached her hand inside the bra and pulled the small leaf out.

“That’s better. I wouldn’t be able to settle down knowing it was still there if I had left it,” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was looking directly at her chest, my hands covering my crotch, shamelessly.

“Something wrong?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked.

Teasingly?

I wasn’t sure.

I blinked my eyes rapidly.

‘Caught again’ I thought as I moved my line of sight to my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s face once more.

“No, nothing. Look, I should be going upstairs. I’ve got things to do.” I said as I sauntered past my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything and up the stairs.

“I bet you do.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said quietly as she watched me saunter past her.

I went straight into my bedroom slamming the door quite confidently behind myself.

‘How could I let her see me looking like that? What’s she going to think of me?’ Type questions were racing through my head as I heard a knock on my door.

“Er… come in.” I said quickly checking to see if anything needed moving before my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything entered my room.

“Hi Durgesh darling. You ok in here? You rather hurried off somewhat just then.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan commented as she opened her ‘Durgesh darling’s door and entered my room.

“Yeah, I’m fine, no problems.” I smiled from across the room before looking innocently straight at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan smiled back at me.

“That’s good. I just thought something was, up, after I took my top off for that second.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said to which I squirmed a bit in my seat.

“Nope, fine, nothing’s up.” I said. ‘Yet another white lie’ I thought as I remembered my hard-on.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was twenty-six years old.

Eight years elder to Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.

Two years younger to Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Two years elder to Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I’m already fucking her eldest sister, her Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan Bājī.

I’m already fucking her younger sister Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

I’m already having excellent exquisite passionate blowjobs from her youngest sister Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.

Now, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan too?

Well, why not?

Why the hell, not?

“Oh, ok then. But if anything does come up just be sure to tell me and I’ll see what I can do about it, won’t you?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’.

For a split second, I thought ‘does Navīdah Najmul Ħasan mean what I think she did?

No surly not’.

“Will do Navīdah Najmul Ħasan. Thanks.” I finally answered as she walked out of my room.

When she was gone, I lay down on my bed thinking about what had happened.

Did Navīdah Najmul Ħasan really mean if anything comes ‘up’ as in if I come up?

‘Surely not. ‘I thought, ‘Navīdah Najmul Ħasan is sophisticated. But then again, so are Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and look what’s happened with them.’ I thought about it for a long time, alone, in my room.

Downstairs Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was sitting alone in the living room when Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan came home.

“Hi Navīdah Najmul Ħasan! What are you doing alone in here?” she asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as she dropped the bags she was carrying to the table in the kitchen and made her way into the living room.

“Oh, nothing. Just sitting here, trying to cool off, that’s all.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said with a smile as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan sat next to her on the sofa.

“So what’s been going on Navīdah Najmul Ħasan? I know that look.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked.

It was true, she could read the others like a book, and she knew, just from looking at Navīdah Najmul Ħasan that something was on her mind.

“Oh Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan , it’s Durgesh.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sighed as she looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

“Durgesh,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan sounded nervous, “What’s happened?” she inquired.

“It’s just… I don’t know.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was reluctant to tell her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī the truth.

How could she tell she fancied her ‘Durgesh darling’ to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī?

“Go on, what is it?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan probed.

“It’s just that, well, oh… I can’t tell you!” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan wiped a little tear from her eyes as she struggled not to tell Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan the truth.

“Hey… hey… hey… Come on, you know you can tell me anything. Now, what’s Durgesh has done to hurt you? Cuz I’ll hurt him if it’s anything bad.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she put her arm around her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān younger twenty-six years old Sister lovingly.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was only two years younger than she was.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan naturally felt Navīdah Najmul Ħasan closer to her than she felt even Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was four years younger than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Yet Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shared her secret that she was in love with me, and having sex with me as well.

Why can’t now she share it with Navīdah Najmul Ħasan as well, if it’s needed?

“He’s done nothing to hurt me. It’s just that, that’s the problem! He’s too nice, and I… I…” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan stopped short of saying it.

“What are you trying to say Navīdah Najmul Ħasan?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sobbed into her shoulder.

“Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I love Durgesh. I love Durgesh very much. Even more than my life too.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan finally said the words she had wanted to for so long.

“I do too Navīdah Najmul Ħasan. So what?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said not registering what Navīdah Najmul Ħasan meant.

“No Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I really love Durgesh.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan said as she sniffed back the tears.

“I do too… Oh! You mean you ‘love’ Durgesh!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan suddenly realized what her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister had said.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan nodded into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eldest Sister’s shoulder.

“Yes! As a woman loves a man. I love Durgesh as a woman loves a man. Don’t be mad Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I can’t help it! What am I going to do?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sobbed yet again as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan rubbed her shoulder.

“Sshh, don’t worry Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, it’s ok. I know just how you feel.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister a little harder.

“What do you know about how I feel?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked as she pulled her beautiful head away from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, and looked deep into her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“I feel the same way as you do about Durgesh,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan admitted to her shocked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything , “But Durgesh and me have taken things a bit, farther, if you know what I mean?”

“You mean, you two have, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God, Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan! You are already having sex with Durgesh?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was stunned by what she had just been told, who wouldn’t be.

“Twice.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said with a little smile, confidently now.

“TWICE,” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan shouted, “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God! Who else knows?”

“Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and, I think Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said calmly.

“Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. What the hell do they think about it?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan demanded to know.

She had forgotten all about her feelings for now.

“Well, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan has slept with Durgesh too, and I think Raziyah Najmul Ħasan did,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan admitted to her shocked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything , “So, you see, you’re not the only one to ‘love’ Durgesh, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, the Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, the Hindu Piyā of us Musalmān Beauties.”

“Allah! Oh God. I don’t know what to think.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was at a loss what should she be feeling now.

She just didn’t know.

“It’s ok you know. It’s fine with us and I’m sure Durgesh has no complaints.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she took her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister by the hand.

“Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I just don’t know what to say or feel. It’s all just such a shock.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan admitted.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī held her hand tighter for a little reassurance.

“It’s ok to feel the way you do. I do, and have for a long time now. Look, why don’t you go and lie down for a while. Our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan will be home soon and you don’t want to look like you’ve been crying. Do you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan shook her beautiful head implying ‘no’.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she watched Navīdah Najmul Ħasan go upstairs wiping away the tears she had just shed.

She would have to tell Durgesh about this new development in their tangled lives.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan opened her door to find Raziyah Najmul Ħasan lying asleep on her bed.

She smiled and made her way over to her own bed and laid down on it.

Wiping her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes, she looked over at her sleeping extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sister.

Thinking about her and me together she wondered, could it really be so wrong?

Only because I was a Hindu?

Only because Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a Pakistani Sunni Musalmān?

Nonsense!

Only because Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was twenty-six and Durgesh was sixty-two, as he was so insistent?

Nonsense!

It was natural that they love Durgesh.

Moreover Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was more confident now that Hindus are made for Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān Beauties are made for Hindus.

No one can separate them ever.

They are inseparable.

Musalmān Beauties and Hindu males are ever inseparables.

Made for each other.

Mad for each other!

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was still downstairs when the door opened.

Her ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sister Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan came in.

They had shared the same car back home.

Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan had joined Āsiyah Jahāngīr.

Her own car was suddenly not in the condition she could use it.

After they had dropped their coats and bags she greeted them both with a hug then quickly made her way upstairs and into her ‘Durgesh darling’s room.

“Durgesh, you awake in here?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she entered my room.

She found me slumped on my bed, awake, and deep in thought.

“Hi sweetie. I’ve got some news for you.” She gave me a kiss and lay down next to me pressing tightly into my body, grabbing my Uncut Hindu Penis mischievously.

“What is it?” I asked as I put my arms around my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s waist.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan always took my mind off whatever I was pondering these days.

“Well… it’s about Navīdah Najmul Ħasan…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan started but she was soon stopped by my interruption.

“Navīdah Najmul Ħasan? Eīshān! Oh God! What is it Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, my face showing my concern as I sat up in bed and let go of her.

“It’s ok, its ok. What happened earlier with you two?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, knowing her ‘Durgesh darling’ would tell her what Navīdah Najmul Ħasan would not.

“Well, she was eating a sandwich and she dropped some lettuce down her top and well, she sort of got me a bit hot as she took off her top and got it. She caught me staring at her and I think she’s mad at me, or something.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

She hugged close to me pushing her massive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my back as she kissed my neck reassuringly.

“She’s not mad at you. Believe me about that.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said into my ear before she kissed it lightly.

“She’s not? How do you know?” I asked.

“We had a little talk and, well, she told me a few things, shall we say.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan whispered as she rubbed her hands down her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu body. Down towards my Hindu crotch.

“What things?” I inquired distractedly.

I was starting to get less cautious now.

My outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, was getting me more aroused.

“She fancies you Durgesh. Just like Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, and me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund again through the jeans I was wearing.

“She what?” I couldn’t believe it.

“She… fancies… you. Just like I do.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said again as she started to rub my Uncut Hindu Lund through the thick jeans.

“So she did mean what I thought.” I said quietly as my Uncut Hindu Lund pulsed and ached for release from its confines.

“What was that?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she swung around so she was in front of her ‘Durgesh darling’ now.

“Nothing.” I retorted as I leaned in and kissed my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

With a flurry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan followed suit and began pressing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu chest as she pressed her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue into my Indian Hindu mouth.

I moaned into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth as I felt her hands unzip my fly and undo the button on my jeans.

She was pulling them open with both hands as I wrapped my arms around her back pulling her tight into my Hindu body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she leaned back from my kiss and looked at the Hindu bulge in my boxer shorts.

It didn’t take long before we were both naked and lying on my bed.

Our clothes scattered around the floor.

I was on my back with my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, leaning over my Hindu body on her hands and knees.

Her massive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts swung just above my hard Uncut Hindu Lund as she swayed, looking into my Hindu eyes she saw an ashvinātam passion she knew was reflected in hers as well.

A passion that needed to be extinguished in the only way we both knew how.

I watched as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan crawled up my Hindu body lowering her chest, so her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts slammed across my skin.

Her erect nipples being pulled across my soft skin sent shock waves through her entire body and she felt her juices start running down her inner thighs.

She was so wet, from just the foreplay!

I watched, mesmerized, as this goddess of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān female lust crawled up my Hindu body.

She occasionally stopped to plant a kiss on my body before moving higher and higher, until finally, she could reach down with her left hand and take hold of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gripped it tightly as she moved her hips over me and positioned the head at the entrance to her extremely wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I smiled as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything lowered her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body down onto me and the two became one.

“Oohh.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt herself being stretched by my invading Uncut Hindu Lund, as it slid up her tight but wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān canal.

“Aarrgghh! There!” I expelled as I felt my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s pubic bone hit mine.

I was as deepest as I could go and we both knew what was going to happen now.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she lifted herself off her ‘Durgesh darling’.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was constantly being held tight by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot muscles as she let all but the head fall from her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stayed in this position for a while.

Awhile?

Perhaps as long as a complete hour, I think.

She was my Uncut Hindu Lund fully embedded deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

All her gym work really helped her out as she held all her weight on just her flexed legs, holding her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body just high enough for her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund-head to stay inside, but no more.

Smiling, then she lowered herself once more.

My Hindu mind went wild as I felt the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān warmth envelop my wet Uncut Hindu Lund yet again.

The wetness was unbelievable as my Uncut Hindu Lund was once more pulled out slowly of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ravenous warm confines.

Both Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I started to moan as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan began to increase the pace of her lifts and drops.

Her ‘Durgesh darling’ was holding her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, loving them as they bounced with every up and down thrust she made on her my aching Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Aarrgghh! Yyeess, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, yyeess!” I cried out as I felt her tighten her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot muscles even more; making a harder grip on me to increase the connection between both of us.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shouted out as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit hit her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu pubic bone every time she slammed her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

While Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I were screaming in my room Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was still looking at Raziyah Najmul Ħasan who was starting to stir in her bed.

She had a look of satisfaction on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s mind went back to what Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had said about her and me.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan didn’t realize that there was anyone else in the room with her.

As she woke up, she stretched a hand down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot letting it settle before giving it a little rub.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Aahh, God, Durgesh, that was so nice.” she moaned out loud as she brought her hand back to her chest and gave each nipple a little nip.

“That good is he?”

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shot up in bed and looked over to see Navīdah Najmul Ħasan lying on her stomach looking at her with a smile.

“Navīdah Najmul Ħasan! I didn’t think you were…. I was just…. Allah, oh God… I…” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan stammered as she tried to explain to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister what she had just been doing.

“It’s ok Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. I know about everything. So, that good was he?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked again.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan resigned herself to not being able to lie anymore so she decided to be honest.

“Durgesh was so nice to me. We didn’t do anything I didn’t want to. It was so special!” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said dreamily.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan smiled.

She had made up her mind.

She had to have Durgesh right now or never, and never wasn’t an option.

She made her way to my room, without thinking grabbed the doorknob, and swung the door open.

She was greeted by the cry of:

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! OOHH! ALLAAAAAAAAAAAAH DURGESH! YES!” as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan came hard all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund which was buried deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan stood, open mouthed, as her eldest sibling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, fucked me relentlessly on the bed across the room from her.

Walking in, she slammed the door close to get the attention of her ‘Durgesh darling’ and oldest extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

It worked.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan looked over her shoulder and smiled as she saw Navīdah Najmul Ħasan watching them.

I sat up and looked under Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s arm to see who stood watching.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan! This is…” I tried somewhat to push Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan off myself.

But it was no use.

She was staying resolutely right where she was.

“It’s just how it looks Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said calmly as she once more ground her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot into her ‘Durgesh darling’ causing me to fall back down from the pleasure of it.

“Can anyone join in or is it just a private thing you have here?” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan asked Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and just nodded her approval.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan removed her clothes and dropped them on the pile made of her ‘Durgesh darling’s and extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s.

She walked, swaying her hips sexily, over to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

She watched Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s extremely stunning gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass squeeze with every upwards pull of her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

And she watched as her ‘Durgesh darling’s absolutely outstanding marvelous unique Uncut Hindu Lund came into view then disappeared back again, deepest into Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot , dragging a moan from her.

Once she was close enough, she could smell the distinctive smell of two people having ashvinātam sex.

It was intoxicating, and brought out the primal Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān female lust that they all had inside deep down.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan turned her beautiful head to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister and brought her hands off her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest placing it on either side of Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s face to bring it down to hers.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan followed her lead and brought her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister’s.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pressed Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s red crimson awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips to my Hindu male lips, pressing her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue against my mouth.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan took the hint and opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth letting me invade.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan closed her exquisite excellent extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as she felt my hands fall onto her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

They weren’t as large as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s but were more than a handful for me.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew just what to do to get Navīdah Najmul Ħasan going.

She winked at me, I twisted her nipples between my thumb, and forefinger as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and tongue licked my inside.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was still lifting and lowering her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund, but now I was concentrating equally on Navīdah Najmul Ħasan as I was on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t mind though.

She was now watching, instead, impishly as her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān younger sister, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, kissed me.

Our tongues massaging each other’s as our hair mixed together, making a contrast; which looked so sexy it was unreal.

I let go of extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Navīdah Najmul Ħasan ’s breasts and pulled back from the kiss.

Looking down at her ‘Durgesh darling’ then back to Navīdah Najmul Ħasan Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled.

“Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, I know you didn’t come here to watch,” she said as she lifted herself off My Uncut Hindu Lund and moved to stand next to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, “Durgesh‘s all yours, for tonight.”

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan looked at her ‘Durgesh darling’s absolutely outstanding marvelous unique Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was glistening with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān juice and twitching with my heartbeat.

As she watched it, she felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister place her hands on her back and give her a little push towards the bed.

She smiled as she climbed on the bed with her sweaty utmost experienced Hindu lover.

Still looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan straddled me as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan grabbed it and held it straight up, so Navīdah Najmul Ħasan could just slide straight onto it.

Biting her lower lip, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan started her descent onto the Uncut Hindu Lund at the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

It pushed her open slightly causing her to moan out as she was invaded by this foreign object.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gave encouragement to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as she watched my Uncut Hindu Lund slide inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot for the first time.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan grit her teeth as she felt the full feeling she had felt never before, surrendering her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān virginity to me.

She kept going until she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu pubic bone hit hers.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan had done it.

She had got her ‘Durgesh darling’s absolutely outstanding marvelous unique Uncut Hindu Lund fully inside her, now it was time to enjoy herself.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan kissed her cheek and rubbed her shoulders lightly as she watched Navīdah Najmul Ħasan start to raise her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body like Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had been doing before.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan may have never had sex before, but her natural instincts took over and soon she was thrashing around on her ‘Durgesh darling’ like a Musalmān woman possessed to a Hindu.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood still, watching Navīdah Najmul Ħasan as her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts bounced around wildly; her hair covering her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face, then being thrown back by the next bounce.

It was so sexy hearing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, moan along with her ‘Durgesh darling’ Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan couldn’t take much more of it, she had to get involved.

Grabbing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister ’s face in both hands she turned her beautiful head and pushed her red crimson Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan responded and kissed her back passionately as she continued to ride their utmost experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan soon sat on her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest, facing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister.

Their breasts pressed into each other squashing the soft, yet firm, flesh.

Their nipples tickling the other’s, sending both into a frenzy of orgasms.

They wrapped their arms around each other holding on tight as they both screamed out.

No one seemed to care if any of the others heard them.

Right now, only they mattered.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan let go first and leaned back placing her hands between her ‘Durgesh darling’s legs.

Her arms behind herself resulted in her pushing her chest out for Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan took the invitation and leaned her beautiful head down onto Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s left breast, taking the nipple into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and giving it a little bite.

Not hard, enough to cause pain, only pleasure.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan shouted out bringing her right hand behind her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister’s head, holding her in position, not letting her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth move from it.

I was now rubbing Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s back as she licked and kissed Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s nipples, squeezing the flesh as she did so.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was still grinding onto her ‘Durgesh darling’ and doing her best to bounce on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was so big inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt that she was having trouble moving around.

But with the attention she was getting from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, who was now sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot over her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest, leaving a wet trail where she had been, she was once more approaching orgasm.

We fucked whole night nonstop similarly, not changing even our positions.

Then I, too, was getting close to my own climax.

I had held off as long as possible but it was getting hard now.

I had both Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan sitting on me, fucking now me alternately nonstop, passionately and savagely.

“Aarrgghh! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m gonna cuuuummmmmmm!” I announced as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot back onto my Hindu lips her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot smelling so sweet I thought I was in heaven.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan started to shake from her own orgasm once more as she felt My Uncut Hindu Lund swelling inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was as deepest as it would go when I exploded inside Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.

“Aarrgghh Allaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaah! yyeess! Yes! YES!” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan screamed as she felt the red hot blasts of my Hindu cum soaking her inner Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān walls.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she watched her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, come down from her orgasm and get off my still incredibly hard throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, finally satisfied.

Finally, satisfied?

At least for the time being, I mean.

Though her lust for me now had more increased.

It was written all across Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

She was still watching me hungrily though Navīdah Najmul Ħasan had fucked me nonstop almost whole night.

It was so wet that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan couldn’t resist.

She leaned down and took it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth licking off the combined cum of Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, mine and herself.

It was a strange, sweet, yet salty, taste.

Once I was fully cleaned Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got off me too and both Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān women stood looking at their exhausted utmost experienced Indian Hindu lover.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan looked at Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan smiled, as she lay down on me yet again, fully embedded with my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot once more.

“You two stay here till Navīdah Najmul Ħasan gets more ashvinātam satisfaction from your Uncut Hindu Lund. I’ll make sure no one disturbs you. Then You both should rest, it’s been a long day and night.”

She looked through the pile of clothes for hers.

Finally finding them, she pulled them on taking one last look at still intertwined Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and me.

She made her way out of the room blowing the now ‘sleeping’ ashvinātam pair a kiss as she went.

‘This is going to get interesting’ she thought as she made her way to her bedroom where Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was waiting.

I woke, it had been several hours since my time spent with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and both were now gone.

I remembered Navīdah Najmul Ħasan falling asleep with me but I was now alone in bed covered by the sheet, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan must have covered me before she left.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had been in her room with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan while Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was sleeping with her ‘Durgesh darling’ in my room.

“They have! Really?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked her oldest extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sister intently listening for her answer.

“Yeah I was with them. It was so sweet seeing them doing it.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said with a smile to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.

“I wish I was there too it must have been really a great sight,” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan sighed as she thought of her time with me, it had been so special.

“Maybe one time you could join us?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she curled up on her bed looking away from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as the door opened and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan entered.

“Have a good sleep?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked.

A knowing smile was on her awfully lovely splendid wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face as Navīdah Najmul Ħasan walked a little uneasy over to her bed.

After all Navīdah Najmul Ħasan had submitted her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān virginity tonight to me.

Chapter 16

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Midterm 2012: 14

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Midterm 2012

Chapter 14

Durgesh Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan

Durgesh Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan

Durgesh Raziyah Najmul Ħasan

This new feeling was awesome to me. The feel of my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cumming brought on renewed strength and a will to keep going.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s orgasm had subsided somewhat and she had got back to her original grind determined to make me cum too.

She leaned into me and pressing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts against my chest started kissing me.

Not a violent kiss, a more sensual one but all the time she kept my Uncut Hindu Lund moving in and out of herself with steady thrusts of her thighs and legs.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wrapped her arms around My neck as she kissed me and pulled me back with her so we laid on the bed, she propped her right leg up and pushed her left out, I was now fully on her.

I was in control of the pace now.

“OOhhhhhh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! AIaaahhhh, this is, hhmmmm, your time. yoouuuuuuuu aawwwwwww do what YOU want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan managed to get out through her moans as I began thrusting my hips hard back and forth into her.

“Ooohhhhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, thank you aaaahhh.” I moaned out as I put all my strength into a steady rhythm, pounding my hard, wet Uncut Hindu Lund into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She smiled as I spoke, happy that I was enjoying this so much.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan brought her right leg off the bed and wrapped it behind her ‘Durgesh darling’s ass pulling me in deeper to her center.

I was moaning.

I was going to cum.

I lifted myself up like a cobra ready to strike, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeply into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s hot, wet, inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew what was coming and quickly reached around with her left hand and grabbed My ass, squeezing it and pulling me into her as deepest as I could go, just as my balls tightened and my hot, thick Hindu cum shot out into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .

I moaned as the last little trickle seeped out into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

She had been smiling the whole time she felt my Hindu cum hitting her Musalmān insides.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, that was good.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she let go of her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was still pressed against her tight body.

“Yea it was.” I agreed.

“So you don’t have any regrets about it? I mean, your first time was with me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands lightly touch her right nipple, rolling it around between my fingers.

“Are you kidding? It was the best.” I said as I kissed Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s shoulder and nuzzled her ear making her giggle and squirm.

“Well, anytime you want to, you come and see me. I think we will be able sort something out.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she sat up and got off the bed leaving me alone to get my strength back.

She smiled as she left,

“Don’t forget the others will be back soon. You better clean up your sheets you messy boy.”

Sālī still believed I was a young man.

I sighed.

My performance, in sex with her, had doubtlessly made her more confident of my youth.

I nodded and watched her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass sway as she walked away naked.

After she had gone, I lay back and thought of what a life I had.

I woke up naked in my bed and suddenly everything came flooding back to me; yesterday afternoon, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, me, we together.

A smile swept across my face as I thought of the wonderful events and my Uncut Hindu Lund hardened quickly.

Looking at the clock next to my bed I saw it was gone 12:00 PM, everyone would be out, everyone except Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, it’s me,” I said softly as I walked into the kitchen.

Seeing Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood at the sink I immediately went over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist squeezing her tightly.

“Get off me Durgesh!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said pushing me away from her back.

Her voice was angry and slightly nervous.

“What’s wrong? I thought with yesterday…” I started to ask, but I was soon cut off by a kiss from Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter .

“There, that’ll have to do you for now.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said beckoning with her head towards the living room.

I looked and saw Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sat on the sofa watching TV.

I looked back at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan questioningly to see what was going on.

“Why’s Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan still here? I thought she was supposed to be at work by now.”

“She’s got the morning off. She’s here until 3 PM I’m afraid, so that means you’ll just have to wait.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan slid her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hand to her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu crotch, rubbing my Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans.

I nodded, just relieved that my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was not mad at what we had done the day before and that, by the way she spoke, was likely to happen again.

I walked into the living room and sat next to Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan who slid over on the sofa to give me some room.

“No work?” I inquired, already knowing the answer.

“I’m not due in the shop until 3 this afternoon so I thought I’d just watch some TV and lay about for a while.” she said in her usual, very feminine, voice.

I was disappointed to hear I probably wouldn’t get any time alone with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan until tomorrow since Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan usually finished at about 3:20-4:20 PM and could walk in at any time and catch us at it.

“Oh.” I paused for a little while thinking. “I’m surprised you’re not down at the gym then.” I said, hoping my words would prompt a gym trip from her.

“No, I don’t really like going to the gym when I work in the afternoon. I always run low on energy when I get back.” Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan said, crushing her ‘Durgesh darling’s hopes of having a second round with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked in just as Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was finishing.

“Well, that’s all done now.” She said as she went and sat on the chair across the room from her ‘Durgesh darling’ and her sister.

I looked over to her and got a warm, loving smile in return.

I shot one back to her.

She looked at Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, who was watching the TV, not us, and pursed her lips blowing a kiss to her ‘Durgesh darling’ whose smile broadened before I kissed back, careful not to make a noise with my Hindu lips.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could feel her knickers starting to get wet from all the flirting she was engaged in with her ‘Durgesh darling’, especially with one of her sisters sitting next to me oblivious.

The flirting carried on for another few hours.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, getting more and more bold in her behavior, started clearly rubbing different parts of her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body while I watched her.

I hoped she was watching Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan to make sure she didn’t see us.

It was 2:20 PM when Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan got up and told us she was off to work.

Overjoyed at the prospect of a little action at last I practically pushed her out the door, before walking back in to sit with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

“So Durgesh darling what did you think we’re doing this morning when you came down, hmm?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ as I came over and sat with her on the sofa.

She had moved there when Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had left.

“I don’t know. You just get me so horny when I see you.” I replied, moving closer to her as I spoke.

“Really? What a coincidence. You do the same to me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands move over her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, my Hindu lips on her beautiful Musalmān neck.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned as I felt my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything place her hand on my Hindu crotch.

She gave a little squeeze to my aching Uncut Hindu Lund.

I kissed her neck harder and began massaging her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts through the thin, blue, cotton T-shirt she wore; without a bra.

“Hmmm… Durgesh darling, that’s so nice.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gasped as she felt me grab her hard nipples through the thin material of her top, sending shock waves through her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moved her hands up and slid them over the back of her ‘Durgesh darling’s head moving it to the front of her neck.

I kept kissing all the way, as I moved with her until she brought my mouth to hers and we began kissing passionately.

“Why don’t we go up to my bedroom?” She said as she broke the utmost passionate ashvinātam kiss and looked deep into her ‘Durgesh darling’s eyes.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I ran upstairs pulling off our tops as we went, dropping them on the staircase.

We burst through the door kissing; our bodies pressed together, our tongues pressed into each other’s mouths.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan again broke the kiss.

Holding on to her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders she pulled me inside and closed the door behind us.

I went over to the beds at the far end looking at each one.

“That’s mine.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, pointing to the one on the right.

It was a single bed with a white sheet on it and a few fluffy pillows.

I looked at the other two.

“That’s Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said pointing to the one next to hers about three feet away.

It was another single bed, but with a red sheet on it.

“And that one’s Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan directed me to the double bed in the corner. “She has to have a double cuz she tosses a lot at night.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan explained.

She kissed her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck from behind making a conscious effort to shake her upper body so her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and especially her nipples rubbed gently on my back.

I looked at the bed of her second oldest sister; thinking about which would be the best to have sex with Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter in.

What a splendid grand sex life I had to enjoy in Pakistan!

Let the foolish and corrupt politicians of both the countries act that they hate each other.

Actually, they were helping each other to keep their corrupt selfish rule on their own citizens.

Why else Anna Hazare and his team had to fight with Congress and UPA?

Why else Anna Hazare and his team got so tremendous support worldwide globally that, even the foreign masters of Congress and UPA were afraid of the movement to their bones.

They had to withdraw their support from Congress and UPA for their own survival.

They had to.

They were compelled to.

And they didn’t have another alternative for their own wicked survival.

Congress and UPA had forgotten that that’s what the wicked do always.

They had made their political survival dependent on their foreign wicked masters.

They never anticipated their foreign wicked masters could ever ditch them for their own survival.

The worst wicked corrupt mental slaves never thought for their own independent political survival in case of being ditched.

They had to resign, consequently.

They hadn’t another alternative.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan made her mind up for me, pushing me over to Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s bed eager to get on with fucking each other’s brains out before Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan got home from work.

Once at the bed I turned around in my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s arms as she pressed her massive Musalmān breasts into my Hindu male body.

I grabbed her around the waist and lowered my head to her left nipple kissing and squeezing it and picking my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything up off the ground.

She threw her head back as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips kiss her bare Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

She brought her hand to the back of my head, again, as I kissed them.

She leaned her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body back, pressing her chest further out to my face that was becoming engulfed by her cleavage, as I moved across to the other nipple.

I lowered my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything to the floor and quickly attacked her other nipple.

Once more kissing hard as she brought her head to the side of mine to whimper in my ear.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohh… God Durgesh, yessss… kiss my breasts baby. Yes, that’s sooo gooodddd. Aaahhhh…”

She moaned out softly, before poking her tongue in my ear, tickling the sensitive inside with the wet, warm tip of her tongue.

I let go of her waist and began undoing her jeans, which I quickly let drop to the floor; upon which she stepped out of them and kicked them away.

Now Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood only in her little frilly pink cotton knickers.

She began kissing her ‘Durgesh darling’ again, her tongue licking the outside of my lips before being pushed inside my mouth to mingle with my own.

I felt her press her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts against my chest hard as she leaned forward to get her face closer to mine.

Her hands were up my back, sliding around my shoulder region, and then to my immense pleasure and Hindu pride, her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hands were undoing my jeans.

With them open, and only my pants and her knickers between them, she sat me down on the edge of the bed.

Smiling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan kneeled down between my open Hindu male thighs.

She brought her hands to my sides and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth to my Indian Hindu male stomach.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan began kissing it, pressing her tongue around my belly button and giving me little kisses just above my pants.

This was driving me mad with immense ashvinātam pleasure.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood up again and I sat up on the bed.

As my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything stood before me, I brought my Hindu male hands up, grabbed the waistband of her knickers and pulled the frilly cotton down her legs letting them go so they would drop to the floor.

Well, no use the wicked and foolish Musalmīn ran away from United India in 1947.

The brilliant and better Musalmīn refused to leave India.

They were flourishing in India more and more leaving behind the foolish Pakistani Musalmīn forever.

They ran away from India to keep their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies from Hindus.

Their extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies were still enjoying Uncut Hindu Lund, even Indian, in their Pakistani Musalmān secret holes.

I was now facing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

The little tuft of hair I had seen yesterday was, again, directly in front of me.

I brought my right hand up between her legs and grabbed her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass pressing my fingers into the supple flesh.

“Ohhh ooohhh…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my other hand move through her open legs and onto her other cheek, massaging it.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan put her hands on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders for support as she went onto her tiptoes to bring her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot in line with her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu mouth.

I closed my eyes and let my instinct guide me.

I moved forward and placed my Hindu lips on my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s pubic mound.

My arms pushing her thighs wider open to open up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot for my exploring Hindu lips.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gladly opened her legs wider as her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund replaced my lips and came closer to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot lips.

The sweet smell of her arousal filled my nose as my Uncut Hindu Lund first made contact with her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sex.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan brought her hands to the back of My head as she bent her upper body forward, letting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot stay in the same position as her ‘Durgesh darling’ kissed and probed at her inner tunnel, but now letting her rest her heavy breasts on my Hindu male lips.

“AAAhhhhhh oohhhhhhh hhhhmmmmm…” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Hindu male hands touching around her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass while my Uncut Hindu Lund touched the inner part of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan threw her head back as I touched a sensitive spot and shouted out loudly for more.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan almost fell back with enormous ashvinātam pleasure.

So much so, she pulled me off the bed and onto my knees.

Not letting go of her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, I was still in the same position, with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot and my arms still around her body.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned louder and more frequently.

I began to knead her soft ass cheeks in my hands, causing her to arch her back that pushed her groin further onto my Uncut Hindu Lund making my Uncut Hindu Lund go deeper into her.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddd aaahhhhhhh ooohhhhhh oh oh oh aahhh.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shouted out as she felt an orgasm approach.

Holding the sides of her ‘Durgesh darling’s head tightly in each hand she directed me to the places she wanted to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund go inside.

I hit just the right place making a flood of fluid flow from Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan whose body shook in orgasm.

Her hands holding her ‘Durgesh darling’s head tight, her cum dripping all over my Uncut Hindu Lund and down my thighs.

She came down soon after and pulled her ‘Durgesh darling’ to my feet.

Pushing me so I sat on the bed she quickly straddled my lap, having to stand on her tiptoes again to get balance, because her legs weren’t quite long enough to place her feet flat on the floor.

I watched as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, which easily slid into her again.

“Ahhhh ahhhh oohhh…” She moaned as she, with my help, began to grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I held her waist in both hands.

With my strong forearms I helped her lift her up my Uncut Hindu Lund and down again, taking me out to the head then back to the hilt, deepest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

The moaning and groaning continued as the two of us moved as one.

I was taking my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s ample nipples between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund being put in a vice like grip by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I fucked her nonstop for hours.

For how many hours?

Neither of us knew nor cared for.

The impotent thing was that we fucked each other violently.

That was what we both wanted to do.

Ultimately, we were both ready to cum.

Both were shouting out loudly as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan opened the front door and stepped inside the house.***

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was just cumming again and I began to shoot my load deepest into her when Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan went to the stairs.

We two, upstairs, were too exhausted to hear anything as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan walked up.

Seeing our tops on the steps as she went, she stopped and looked at the clothing carefully before carrying on slowly.

She reached the top step and listened, hearing noises from Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan’s room Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan very slowly crept along the hall to the door and grabbed the handle pushing it open.

“Hi Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice chimed out as she sat on the edge of her bed looking over to the door.

“Hi.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said looking around to see me stood at the window looking out at the street below.

“You’re home early.” I said as I came away from the window.

“Yeah, I was released early from work because it was a slow day.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she went in to the room and looked around more.

“What’s wrong?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister as she watched her walk around.

“Nothing.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said shaking her head.

She was sure she had heard a noise but for the life of her, she couldn’t see where it had come from.

“Well, I’ve got some things to do.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she walked past her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Sister, out the door and down the stairs.

“Yeah, me too.” I smiled and followed Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eldest daughter.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan knew something was up but couldn’t figure out what it was.

She took another look around and then the ashvinātam smell hit her nose.

‘I know that ashvinātam smell’ Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan thought to herself as she took another big sniff.

It was a very obvious smell and one that could only be made by two people having ashvinātam SEX.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the bed and thought.

Downstairs Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and I were in the kitchen talking.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, that was close.” I said as I wiped my forehead on the back of my hand.

“Don’t worry Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan didn’t catch us, now did she?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled cunningly, more confidently now, trying to reassure her alert yet utmost experienced Hindu lover.

“But she almost did. If we had been a bit slower, getting our clothes back on, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan would have just walked in and caught us having sex! Imagine what that would have done to her.” I winked and smiled impishly, arguing with my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything diligently.

“But she didn’t, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! she didn’t. Look, we can stop this whole thing if you want to and then there would be no problem. Is that what you want?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked hoping the answer would be ‘no’, but prepared for a ‘yes’.

“No, it’s not.” I said shaking my head in ‘no’. “I don’t want to stop now. Never.”

“That’s the spirit, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan beamed at me, “And I don’t want to stop either. We’ll just have to be a bit more careful in future.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, overjoyed that her ‘Durgesh darling’ didn’t want to stop having sex with her.

Great!

So, ultimately Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan has won the great Durgesh.

The Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!

The ‘Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam’!

And her girlfriends had challenged her she couldn’t.

Nonsense!

Where there is a will, there is a way!

The ever unconfident Pakistani Musalmān Beauties!

Always afraid of Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Beauties!

The Årab Musalmān Beauties have exclusive control on Durgesh’s sex life!

Bosh and nonsense!

Even the Pakistani Musalmān Beauties can have Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in their Pakistani Musalmān Choots if they only are confident enough.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled to herself victoriously.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan came walking down the stairs soon after.

“Hi guys. What’ve you been doing all day?” she asked.

“Nothing much.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said happily while placing a pizza in the microwave.

“Oh.” she sighed and gave a little telling smile to me.

I got a very impish look on my face.

“Dinner’s ready.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said.

She took the pizza out of the microwave and placed it on the table,

“Dig in.”

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and I grabbed a slice each.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was pulling on her trainers at the door.

“Not having any?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī.

“No I’ve already had some. Now I’m off to the gym to work off all that fat.” She said as she finished pulling on her trainers and grabbed her bag.

“You sure you won’t stay and have some?” I asked without any slightest quiver in my voice at the thought of having to be alone with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and keep the secret without Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan there to help.

“Very sure. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said nodding her head at me signaling that she meant ‘you’ll be fine’.

“Yeah Durgesh, she needs to lose some of that fat.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan teased sarcastically her tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Bājī.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was soon gone leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and me alone at the table in the kitchen.

I was very naughty and Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan could tell.

“Soooo…,” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan drew out the word, “good day then?”

“Hm Hm.” I agreed as I nodded.

“So what did you do today then?”

“Nothing much.”

“Why were you in Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s room when I came in?”

“She err…just hmm…wanted to show me something out on the street.”

“Out on the street…ohh…right. So what was it then?”

“What was what?”

“The thing on the street that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wanted to show you.”

“Oh I ahh…nothing really just umm…well I think hmm…she said it was a fight but when I got there it was just finishing.”

“A fight.”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t I see anyone then when I came past?”

“I err…don’t know…umm…why…I don’t know.”

“Durgesh, don’t lie, you’re terrible at it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said bluntly looking at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I was smiling impishly on my seat cunningly and utmost confidently.

“What do you mean don’t lie? I’m not telling a lie, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’m really not.” I said mischievously.

“Yes you are, Durgesh darling. Now please, don’t.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said to her obviously lying utmost experienced Hindu lover.

I not even did crack, instead sauntered off playfully also, up the stairs to my attic room slamming the door shut behind me.

I sauntered over to the bed and kept smiling.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan opened my door and walked in soon after, she smiled as she saw me lying smiling.

Slowly she walked over to me, placed her hands on my thighs, and gave them a squeeze.

My head shot up and turned to look at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who smiled down at me.

“Durgesh, it’s ok. I think I know what you’ve been doing and I want to tell you it’s fine with me.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan continued to rub my Hindu male thighs significantly.

“Eīshān, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, we never wanted you to find out. We never wanted anyone to. Yet, I’m NOT sorry.” I was practically winking at her as I spoke to my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Hey don’t try that mischievous attitude. I said it was ok with me about you and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan.”

“What? Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and me? No,” I said shacking my head, “It’s me and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .”

“You and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God! I thought it was you and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan who had been having sex and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan just knew about it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shocked at her ‘Durgesh darling’s revelation.

“Why did you think it was me and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Well Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan is always telling me how cute you are, what a Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties you’ve become and how great you are. I just put two and two together when I came home and smelled Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom. I thought Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan had come home for dinner and you two had, you know, but you and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan …” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan still couldn’t take this in.

“I’m sorry, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I apologized now puckishly.

“Don’t Durgesh.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she stood up from the bed.

I quickly got up and moved close to her back to try and explain the situation to her.

“Look, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’m really sorry for all this but hhhmmfffff…”

I was cut off by Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s mouth on mine.

It was what I already expected from her due my enormous experiences with countless Pakistani Musalmān Beauties.

Her tongue found mine and started dancing around in my Hindu mouth.

“God! What was that?” I asked as Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, smiling.

“You and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t do much, did you, if you don’t know what a kiss is.” She said as she wrapped her arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck holding her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body close to mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked roguishly.

“What I wanted to do with you for ages. Haven’t you too?” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’ before kissing my neck and rubbing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts into my body.

“Ohhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’ve wanted this for so long but I never thought it would happen.” I admitted as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything began to rub her hard nipples into my Hindu chest, her blonde hair tickling my neck as it fell on to my skin.

“I bet you never thought you’d have sex with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan either, but you obviously did, you naughty boy.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan said as she licked my neck softly making her ‘Durgesh darling’ moan.

I smiled.

The Sālī was calling a sixty-two years old man ‘naughty boy’.

Interesting!

Wasn’t it?

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was 24 years old only.

I was thirty-eight years elder to her.

But so what?

Didn’t Ole Bornemann Bull (5 February 1810 – 17 August 1880) a Norwegian violinist and composer, met Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911), in 1868?

Wasn’t Ole Bornemann Bull was sixty then?

Wasn’t Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911), only twenty then?

Wasn’t she forty years younger to Ole Bornemann Bull?

Wasn’t Ole Bornemann Bull forty years older than Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911)?

Sara Chapman Thorp (1850–1911), was the daughter of a prosperous lumber merchant, after a concert in Madison, Wisconsin.

On a return visit in 1870, and despite their age difference; he was 60, she was 20, Bull began a courtship, and the couple was secretly married in Norway in June 1870, with a formal wedding in Madison later that year.

They had one daughter, Olea (1871–1913).

Isn’t it’s normal in West?***

I grabbed Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan by the head and brought her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth to mine.

I kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

While the ashvinātam kiss continued Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up, briefly stopping the kiss, and over her head before reattaching her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth with her ‘Durgesh darling’ ’s.

I followed suit and removed my T-shirt in the same manner.

Next, our jeans were undone and soon we both just stood in our underwear.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was wearing a pair of pink cotton knickers and a matching bra.

I was wearing a pair of very bulging boxer shorts.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was the first to make a move, pushing her ‘Durgesh darling’ backwards onto the bed but not joining me right away.

Instead, she walked around the other end and leaned down to give her ‘Durgesh darling’ a gentle ashvinātam kiss.

Stretching forward dragging her tongue over her ‘Durgesh darling’s chest and stomach until her face hit my bulging pants.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan began licking and kissing me there through the thin material.

Her own panty-covered Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mound was right over My face and I wasted little time in smelling her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot through the wet cotton.

What an intoxicating fragrance Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was using to keep her Pakistani Musalmān Choot fragrant and wanted intensely.

The smell was so nice it made my Uncut Hindu Lund jump as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything licked me there.

Bringing my hand up to her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass I slid my palm under the knickers and began rubbing her sweet Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks with my Hindu fingertips.

I kissed the wet spot that had appeared through her knickers.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she kissed my Uncut Hindu Lund through the boxer shorts and rubbed her bra covered nipples into my stomach.

She soon grew tired of this position and got up, pulling me by my hand.

She got me off the bed and guided me behind her before laying down flat on her stomach on the bed, pulling herself up so her legs dangled just slightly off the bottom and she lay comfortably.

I wasted little time.

I leaned down and pressed forward moving my covered Uncut Hindu Lund to her cotton-covered Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

I was rubbing it right over where my best guess of her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass’ asshole would be.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund press through both sets of underwear and onto her sensitive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hole.

She arched her back and I began kissing her shoulders and neck as she wiggled beneath me.

“AHH yesss…” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands rub up her sides and to the clasp of her bra.

I quickly undid it, letting it fall from her chest and onto the bed below them.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan grabbed the bra and threw it away from the two lovers as I once more leaned down and gently kissed her now bare shoulders and neck.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan looked over her shoulder as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund move away from her.

When I got her to her feet Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan spun over onto her back spreading her legs wide and propping her feet on the bed as to open up her thighs for her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

With no encouragement I began kissing the inner thigh of her right leg, slowly, moving towards her cotton, panty covered center.

Her back arched as my lips made contact with the wet material right over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit sending my warm Hindu breath onto the sensitive area.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ahhhh OOhhhhh God yeeeeesssssss.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt her juices flow faster.

I moved away from my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything and allowed her to pull her knickers down her long legs before kicking them off to join her bra somewhere across the room.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was now laying fully naked, her breast heaving, her legs together as she lay on her left side slightly, just a small tuft of blonde pubic hair visible from above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I leaned down to her face and began kissing her over her shoulder, my hands being used for support.

My right was soon on her chest giving little rubs of each Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breast and tweaks to her nipples.

She brought her hand up to my face as we kissed more passionately and I moved my hand down to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī enticing Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch, but was denied access by her closed legs.

“Hmm not your hand, silly.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan giggled as she pushed her ‘Durgesh darling’ back into a sitting position on the bed and just as quickly brought her legs around me.

Sliding so that my pants could be removed Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled them down to my knees then I did the rest.

Using both legs I managed to get the boxer shorts off just as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything pressed her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, which slid in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot gracefully, deepest.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhh God hhmmmm.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding up into her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Once I was as deep as I was going to get she slid her hips back and thrust forward again.

“AAHHH Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, wow, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I started saying as I felt Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot grip my Uncut Hindu Lund as she slid it in and out at a nice fast pace.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was sitting in such a way that her breasts were just about level with her ‘Durgesh darling’s chin and looking down at my closed eyes, my face contorted in concentration.

She got an idea.

Pushing up with her legs slightly more she brought her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts in line with My face and began to bounce them off my lips as she leaned her head down to kiss the top of my head.

I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.

Now I could feel my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breasts and nipples on my face, tickling my skin, as was her hair, which was dropping on to my face.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was gripping my Uncut Hindu Lund so tight it was unreal and she was mercilessly grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān pelvis into mine.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan pulled back from my face and leaned back from my body on her hands.

She smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was looking at her face smiling as she continued to bounce on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She quickly moved forward and our ashvinātam lips met again.

Our ashvinātam tongues were assaulting each other’s.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan screamed into her ‘Durgesh darling’ s Hindu mouth as her orgasm hit her hard and very unexpectedly, she pulled back from my mouth as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān juices flowed all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan fell forward again, her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body falling to the left of her ‘Durgesh darling’s.

Her arms, consequently, were now leaning over my right shoulder.

She was panting and out of breath and her bouncing had all but stopped.

She kissed my ear and whispered into it.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You’ll have to take on some of the work.”

I knew just what she meant.

I put my hands on her back and she pulled herself up onto my shoulder slightly more.

I then proceeded to stand up holding her like a baby that was being burped and laid her down on her back.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was still in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot the whole time, throbbing excitedly more and more in it.

Once we had got comfortable Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan wrapped her legs around her ‘Durgesh darling’s lower back and waited for me to thrust into her.

She didn’t have to wait long.

I pushed my hips forward hard pressing my Uncut Hindu Lund all the way into my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I was making her cry out with my deepest utmost powerful Hindu penetrations.

I kept up my pace taking my Uncut Hindu Lund back until only the head was left in then shoving the whole thing back in, in one big push.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was shouting out now as I kissed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and rubbed her hair with my Hindu hands, bringing my lips to hers and giving her one final kiss before arching my back and shoving my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

I kept on it for hours, nonstop, wildly.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was responding to each of my wild and passionate Hindu thrusts, more and more wildly and more and more passionately.

We both were assaulting each other sexually more and more with constantly increasing lust for each other.

It went on till I said,

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, I’m gonna cum!”

I shouted as I felt my balls tighten and a whole lot of my Hindu sperm shot out of my Uncut Hindu Lund, coating my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān insides in white, sticky Hindu cum.

Out of breath, we both laid on the bed snuggling into each other’s ashvinātam bodies.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan flicked her hair away from her face and smiled at her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I smiled back before closing my eyes and resting my head on her shoulder.

“Allah Durgesh, I love you. By Allah, Wallah, I mean it.” Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan whispered as she gave her ‘Durgesh darling’ a long kiss on my Hindu lips and slowly got off the bed.

Leaving me snuggled up with a pillow; she went back to her room to get a shower knowing her life had changed, but definitely for the better.***

I was woken up by Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan as she sat on the bed next to me.

Still naked, I had been sleeping for 4 hours since I had sex with my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

“So Durgesh darling, what have you been up to since I was away?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked me softly as she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund gently.

I smiled at her, still pretty tired from my hot sex session with Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan just hours before.

“Nothing.” I said smiling at my sexy oldest extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .

“Oh. So Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was lying when she said you two had the best sex ever then?” she asked me nudging me playfully.

“She told you?” I asked shooting up in bed.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan nodded her affirmation to her ‘Durgesh darling’s question.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt what we had.” I said winking at her.

“It’s ok Durgesh. You Hindu scoundrel. It’s ok. She was so happy when she told me and I was too.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said stroking her ‘Durgesh darling’s arm lovingly.

I smiled, glad that my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was not mad that I had fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān younger Sister .

“Well, you better get some sleep for now. I’ll tell the others you’re not well and need your sleep, then they’ll leave you alone. You look tired out.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she kissed My forehead and pulled the sheet over me tucking me in.

I was practically asleep as soon as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan grabbed the cover.

She smiled and walked out of the room blowing her ‘Durgesh darling’ a kiss as she closed the door behind her.

I got up the next morning at 9:00 AM.

The bright sun shone through my window onto my face making me squint to see where my clothes were.

Eventually I was able to pull on some clothes, a white T-shirt and faded jeans, and make my way downstairs.

“Hi Durgesh darling. Good morning?” It was Raziyah Najmul Ħasan my youngest, older extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything.

She was eighteen years old only, just adult legally.

“Hm… yeah, fine so far.” I said as I sat at the table, “Where is everyone?”

“Well, our ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan are at work. Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan is at University, and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said she had to go somewhere and would be gone until tonight.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan informed her ‘Durgesh darling’ as she grabbed me a bowl from the sideboard and a box of cereal.

“Thanks Raziyah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I poured myself breakfast.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan came over with a bottle of milk and placed it next to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“Thanks again.” I said grabbing the bottle and pouring a generous amount onto my cereal.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled,

“No problem, the utmost experienced Hindu lover of mine. You’re worth it, I guess.” She said rubbing my back and fluttering her eyelids expressly noticed by me.

“So, what are you doing here?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything while swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

“I haven’t got a lecture today. There was some sort of problem with my class so we were all told to stay home. Why do you ask?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“No reason. Just wondered, that’s all.” I replied.

The real reason, though, was that I was hoping to have some quality time with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan or Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan.

Obviously, that was out of the question now with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan here and the others gone.

“Well, what are you doing all day then?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan asked flicking her hair with her hand.

“Er… just the normal stuff, sit around, tidy up and then sit some more.” I informed my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything of my daily routine.

“Come on Durgesh, it’s so nice out, why don’t we do something together?” she asked pointing out the window into the bright sunshine at the cloudless sky.

“I don’t think so.” I said pretty apathetically.

“Well I’m going to change. This lot is too hot and I want to sunbathe for a while. You’re welcome to join me if you want to.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said leaning over her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulder grabbing my empty bowl and taking it over to the sink.

‘Was that a bit of flirting my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything just tried on there?’ I thought to myself.

I watched as my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything headed towards the stairs taking a long look over her shoulder a giggly smile emerging as she saw me watching her.

I was startled when Raziyah Najmul Ħasan came back down wearing nothing but a bikini.

The tight fitting orange material of the bikini clung to her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked past her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I had my eyes on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body the whole time she was moving past me.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, although not as big as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s, were still a sight to behold and to be proud of.

I couldn’t believe I had never really noticed how Raziyah Najmul Ħasan had grown into a voluptuous young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān woman.

I watched her hips sway as she went out into the garden.

The bright sun was casting shadows over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body in places and highlighting others, exaggerating them.

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a second trying to get the image of my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything out of mind, but she was an immensely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young woman.

Now, she was legally adult too.

What if she was just eighteen?

What if I was sixty two?

What if we had whole forty four years age difference?

I was already fucking countless sweet eighteen Musalmān Beauties.

Wasn’t I?

Moreover, it was harder than I thought it would be, as was my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shouted at me from outside and brought me back to Earth I became suddenly aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund trying to push through my pants.

“Durgesh, are you coming out or not?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan’s voice came loudly from the garden.

“Er… not just now Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. I told you I’m not really into that.” I shouted back trying to think unsexy thoughts to get rid of my constant erection.

“But II need you to help me with my sun cream. You’re not even listening to me. Are you?” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan shouted making me realize I wasn’t listening.

“Ok Raziyah Najmul Ħasan! I’ll be right there, just give me a minute,” I shouted as I sat taking deep breaths and trying to get my Uncut Hindu Lund down.

It took a few moments but I managed not to think about my sexy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Plaything long enough for me to accomplish my goal.

I made my way outside to the sound of my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s shouts for me.

Shielding my eyes from the bright sun, I asked,

“I’m here. Now what did you want again?”

“For you to help me put on some sun cream.” She said slowly, annoyed that her ‘Durgesh darling’ hadn’t been listening to her for the past few minutes.

“Oh that’s right. Where is it then?” I asked trying not to look at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything that was lying on her back on a sheet she had placed on the grass.

“Right over there,” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said pointing to a little bottle a few feet away from her left side, “Just put a bit on my back.”

I walked over and grabbed the bottle.

Reading the instructions, I went over to my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything and kneeled down next to her.

She sat up, her back to me leaning forward to give me better access to her back.

As she moved her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts dropped away from her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, bouncing lightly.

They were so nice; a firm DD cup just covered by the thin orange material of her bikini, her nipples poking at it just begging for attention.

I found my Hindu eyes drawn to my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s bouncing breasts, I just knelt next to her unable to move my eyes from her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan looked over her shoulder and saw her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her athletic sweet eighteen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

She smiled, blushing slightly from the attention.

Really shy by nature she always tried to avoid people looking at her and flirting with her.

I suddenly realized I had been caught looking and quickly controlled myself.

“Ready?” I asked as I squeezed some of the liquid content into my hand.

“Sure.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, smiling nervously.

Chapter 15

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Midterm 2012: 10

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Midterm 2012

Chapter 10

Durgesh Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

Durgesh Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

D.P. Choohā Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām

Sitting at the table with her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was amused by their comments about her bikini.

Sure, she’d done some things with impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, but She’d never done anything with boys.

She wanted only one man in her life, as far as the masculine attention she wanted to have, Durgesh, her own Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd’s, grand superb Hindu lover.

Even her matinee idol, her own Bājī, Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, loves Durgesh so much.

“Durgesh is actually twenty eight years old only.” Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at her younger sister Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī graciously.

“But Bājī, Ammījān says Durgesh is sixty two.”

“Because Ammījān wants to please Durgesh, idiot.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī teasingly.

“Don’t you yourself want to please Durgesh too, Bajjo?”

“Of course, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, of course. But my own way. Durgesh is an incurable polygamist. He has done the impossible.”

“The impossible?”

“Why not? He has managed the extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties to establish Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire. Was it possible?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.

She deliberately changed the subject.

She knew her Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī Bājī was only three years elder to her, but she was so obsessed with Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire that it was the ever-favorite subject of discussion she almost always indulged to.

“Bājī, you told me you know both Sābirah Jahāngīr and Āsiyah Jahāngīr personally.”

“Yes, of course, why do you ask?”

“Durgesh says the history is repeating itself after so many years in Najmul Ħasan uncle’s life.”

“So what?”

“Durgesh respects Najmul Ħasan uncle very much. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes, but actually what do you want to say, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled patiently to her elder sister.

“Faraħ Bājī, you say both Sābirah Jahāngīr and Āsiyah Jahāngīr are sisters actually.”

“Yes, they have the same father, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.”

“Haven’t you noticed ever? They have exactly identical names for their five daughters.”

“Yes, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. So what?”

“Isn’t it awkward somewhat?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Āsiyah Jahāngīr loves her elder sister Sābirah Jahāngīr so much that she named her own daughters after her elder sister’s daughter’s names.”

“But then why not Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan too?”

“Because her own name is Āsiyah Jahāngīr. Stupid. It’s as simple as that.”***

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had certainly given her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, no reason to suspect she was beaming around.

As far as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, I had also never given them any reason to think I was taking some special interest on her, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t done anything to encourage me.

At least Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t thought so, and after overhearing my talk with Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, it was obvious that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was barely even a girl in my eyes.

If anything, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, seemed to pay more attention to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī than I ever had.

For the most part, I usually ignored her; otherwise, I became flustered and agitated when we were together.

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, just always seemed to be happy and smiling whenever I was with Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

He was busy for campaigning for his own parliamentary seat.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was shocked when his sources informed him,

“The High Command has decided not to give tickets to Musalmān males this for a change in such a large number as it was given in the previous election.”

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was startled,

“Well, I can’t change my sex now, Humā Aħmad.”

Humā Aħmad smiled at Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“I know, but you can promote ashvinātam marriages and love affairs, can’t you?”

“Of course, Humā Aħmad, of course. I’ve already done it always.”

“Yes, but in most of those cases the Hindus were Congresspersons.”

“The High Command thinks we have hurt the emotions of Hindus very much this time.”

“Well, I myself had said that so many times. It was not good to act against Hindu Saints when they were fighting for national cause.”

“You mean Baba Rāmdév?”

“Of course, why not?”

“He was campaigning against Congress and UPA government.”

“Well, wasn’t it his right as a citizen of India? We have acted blindly and provided fuel to the fire against us.”

Humā Aħmad controlled herself patiently.

She would have ruined Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī if Durgesh were not supporting him ab initio.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was not actually a Congress Person in Congress.

He really wanted to fill the gaps between the Hindus and Musalmīn.

Neither Congress nor its foreign masters wanted it ever.

In 1857, it became quite clear that any foreign power can’t rule India if Hindus and Musalmīn were united.

East India Company lost its political power to then British Crown.

The British Crown had learnt its lesson from the grand failure of East India Company.

Edmund Burke had exposed foreign game of power against India quite intensively in then British Parliament trying to impeach Warren Hastings.***

By never making the slightest fuss over anything Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wore, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I even liked to get Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd’s goat a little.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was fairly sure I wouldn’t have cared had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ran around naked.

I might’ve even gotten a kick out of it, especially if everyone would’ve freaked out.

Resuming our conversation, I said,

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, honey, I think all your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, is trying to say is that you’re no longer a little girl, so you may want to be careful regarding not only what you show but to whom you show it. You’re a very beautiful young Musalmān woman now, and it’d be hard to blame me or any of your friends for noticing.”

That made Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, laugh.

“Noticing? Honey, it’d be hard to blame them for camping outside Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bedroom window just to sing her love songs! Dear, look at her. It’s a wonder your friends aren’t begging us to let them sleep over every night. Would you blame them? I sure wouldn’t.”

When I came home and walked into the kitchen, I knew right away that something unusual was going on.

“Why is everybody sitting at the table in the middle of the day? What’s up?” I asked, smiling.

“Oh, nothing much. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, just wanted to have a talk with me about my bikini; specifically, how it’s liable to ignite raging teenage hormones, like the ones you and my friends apparently had,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, chuckled, and Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, nearly had an aneurysm, she laughed so hard.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Young lady, that’s your own Hindu lover you’re talking to! Be gentle with him!”

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī shared another chuckle.

She kicked me beneath the table.

I just gave them all a blank look impishly.

“Huh? What about her hormones? Why are you guys talking about the hormones? What’d Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī do?”

“Nothing, sweetie, nothing,” said Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, “You’re fine. You didn’t do anything, and we weren’t talking about your hormones. That’s just your stepdaughter trying to be funny.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me.

“We were talking about you and my bikini, though. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, apparently thinks this bikini isn’t appropriate to wear around you and her friends.”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, gave me a huge grin.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, don’t make your friends come over there and paddle your pretty little bottom. You know good and well I never uttered a single word about your bikini being inappropriate to wear when you’re with them. I said no such thing, you big fibber.”

After returning her grin with a “Gotcha!” smile of her own, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned back to me.

“Okay, true, she didn’t say that, not exactly, but she did say even the girls are liable to go crazy just from seeing me in this bikini.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, a smug smirk.

“Right?”

She shot me a defiant grin.

“Yes, I did say that. I stand by it, too. They are all liable to go crazy from seeing you in that bikini.”

“Isn’t that the same one you wore with us just the other day?” asked I.

“Uh-huh,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, grinning at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, who totally rolled her eyes at me.

“You always wear that suit, don’t you? What’s the big deal?” I added, looking at Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, then at her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, too.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave her an even smugger grin.

“See?”

With a smirk, she stuck her tongue out at me, which made me laugh.

She laughed also, and then turned to me.

“Sweetie, that’s really not what we were talking about. That was just a small comment I made. Forget I ever mentioned it.”

She turned back to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Baby, you have my complete blessing to wear or even not wear whatever you want around this house. When our men finally do go crazy from watching you running around here naked, I don’t want to hear a single complaint from anyone. You can all just deal with it on your own, okay?”

“Fine by me,” I said.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Has anyone ever complained to you about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bikini or any of her other skimpy things, not to mention some of the outrageously sexy items you’ve been known to wear around this house? Has she complained? Had you? I don’t think so,” grinned Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, stuck her tongue out at me again, which made me laugh even harder.

While softly squeezing her hand, she said,

“Just for the record, I wasn’t complaining either. I was merely showing concern for my daughter’s modesty.” She gave me a big, mischievous grin. “I was also thinking about the fragile psyches and tightening crotches of only you horniest Hindu. Anyway, baby, that wasn’t why your Abbū and I called you in here to talk.”

“So, okay, other than my scandalous bikini, what did you want to talk about? You never did tell me.”

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, cleared his throat.

“Yes, sweetie, as much as your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I would love to continue this discussion of how ‘hot’ you look, no, that’s not why we called you in to talk. Durgesh, I’m glad you’re here. You need to hear this too.”

“What’s going on?” I asked, grabbing a seat next to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at the table.

“I’m afraid I’ve got a bit of good news and a bit of bad news, and it directly concerns you both.”

“Let me hear the good news first. The good news never sounds very good, not after you’ve heard the bad news,” I said.

Looking at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then me, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, sighed.

“Durgesh, you know how you’ve been wanting to stay here in Kansas to be with your extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends?”

“Yeah…” I said, alert absolutely.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to get your wish. The job transfers to UCLA that your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I had lined up fell through, so we’re not moving to California. We had to stay here in Kansas, so you’re good to go with your all your friends, kiddo.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was crushed.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew who was getting the bad news.

Just like always, a ‘talk’ meant Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would hear something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t going to like.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked up at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and the disappointment on her face was obviously clear as day.

“That’s right, honey, we’re not moving to California,” Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, said.

“So no UCLA for me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, glumly.

I smiled and took her hands.

“Honey, now I didn’t say that, did me?”

Her heart leapt in her chest.

“But…how? What do you mean? If we don’t move, how do I still go to California?”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, placed her hands on top of ours.

“Honey, we know how much you want to go to California. That’s always been your dream. Just because your Abbū and I can’t come too, that doesn’t mean we’re going to keep you here. If you want to go, then go. Nothing needs to change with your plans, other than we won’t be there with you. Sweetie, you can still go to UCLA.”

“Where would I live, though?”

Our plan had been for us all to live together in a house we were going to rent from a friend of Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s.

“You’ll just have to get your own place. You could live in the dorms, or maybe we’ll see about finding you an apartment near the campus. One way or the other, we’ll work something out,” said Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Maybe you could find a place to share with someone,” added I.

“How would I do that, without having anywhere to stay until I found a place?”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, chimed in, turning to Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“As pretty as she is, I’m not entirely comfortable with our daughter driving across the country all by herself. I’m also not thrilled with the idea of her being alone in L.A. without a safe place already set up for her. I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen.”

When I spoke up again, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I surprised them all.

“Yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that could be really bad. You know what? This sucks. I mean, sure, I’m glad I get to stay here with my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Now that we can’t go, though, I’m a little worried that you’re going alone. You get to do a roadie to Cali! How cool is that? Then you get to go apartment hunting in L.A.? Eīshān, that would be awesome. Still, it’s not safe. A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you can’t show up in L.A. with nowhere to stay but a motel or a youth hostel. That’s just asking for trouble. Maybe that’s okay for some skeeze like Axl Rose, but it’s not okay for you. No way.”

Stunned, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just stared at me.

Besides my genuine concern for her, I also seemed truly excited about the idea of going to California.

An idea hit me, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just blurted it out.

“Ammī? Abbū? Why don’t we have Durgesh drive with me and stay with me, at least until & find a safe place? That way I don’t go alone, and he gets to see his Musalmān girlfriends in California too. When I’m settled in somewhere, he could fly home. I’d be back in plenty of time for University, so why not? It might be fun, and it’ll definitely be good for us. It would give us some bonding time, like one last adventure together before I’m off to University. Durgesh already barely knows I’m alive. Once I’m gone, he may forget that he even has a Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as his potential Live in Relationship Partner. I’ll come home for the holidays, and he’ll be all like, ‘Who’s this weird chick at our dinner table?'”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kicked me, and I laughed,

“Yeah, right! Look who’s talking! Once you’re out in Cali, you’ll probably big-time all of us! You won’t even want to admit you had any family back in Hicksville, Kansas. Moment you meet your first surfer dude, we’ll never hear from you again.” I turned to her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “You guys just wait and see. She’s gonna be the one to forget about us, long before we forget about her.”

“Nobody’s forgetting about anyone in this family,” said her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then she turned to her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “Honey, I think that’s a great idea, don’t you? Let’s have Durgesh drive out with her. After all, Durgesh is not only my Hindu lover living here with us to provide masculine love to me only as being old you can’t provide it to me anymore. Durgesh is Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Hindu lover as well. This could be like their summer vacation, and I’ll feel a whole lot better about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s safety if I know her Hindu lover himself is looking after her.”

Grinning, Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, leaned over to squeeze my biceps.

“I know I can count on my big, strong Hindu man to keep my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl safe.”

I looked determinedly at them both.

“I won’t let anyone hurt my stepdaughter and my lover.”

I pulled Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī on my lap.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī put her beautiful arms around my neck and kissed me on my Hindu lips passionately.

Even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t deny the fact that his twenty-eight years old daughter made a perfect couple with me.

But so his every extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houselady did.

Durgesh is really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.

Durgesh is really the born Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!

He was watching clearly that my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Penis was rock hard and seeking its place between the gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, beamed proudly at Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, who appeared deep in thought.

After a few Moments, he finally seemed to come to a decision.

“Spending that much time on your own together, do you two think you could manage not to kill each other? During most of the trip, you will have no one else to talk to, and that’s a long drive. You’ll also be sharing motel rooms, and probably an apartment too. I don’t know whether you can handle it. If you could, yes, I think I like the idea. In addition to giving you two sometime to be together, it would also give me a little ‘quality time’ with my blushing bride, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd alone. No offense, Durgesh. You enjoy your new young Musalmān love, my daughter Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and let me enjoy my old love, my wife Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.”

“None taken,” I smiled, making a ‘Ewwww!’ face over the idea of Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, getting frisky.

“Hey, smart Hindu Penis, what’s so bad about us having some fun, huh? We’re not dead, you know,” laughed Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.

I just kept smiling.

Then I turned to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Whaddya think, you big jerk? Can we manage not to kill each other indulging in wild savage sex nonstop infinitely?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī winked at me,

“Sex is the ultimate poem of love, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It’s life. It’s never death for us Musalmān Beauties and you Hindu Sukr’ts.”

“Ah, that’s my brilliant new Live in Relationship Partner.” I kissed Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī on her lips passionately.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī responded me more eagerly.

I stared at Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, waiting.

She tried to hold my hands in, but the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth began to quiver, until she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

She started giggling, then totally fell apart laughing.

Getting up in a huff, I did my best Hindu impression, exclaiming,

“Man, screw you guys! I’m going home!” Then I turned and bailed on them.

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, was still laughing.

“Oh, c’mon, I’m sorry, dear! Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī believes you! Really, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī does!”

I turned back to give her a little smirk before bailing for good.

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, was still laughing too.

“You guys are cruel. Just downright cruel. Poor Hindu Sexy man, even your own Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, teases me about internet porn. And you, Durgesh’s new young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner, you’re going to need to keep a constant eye on Durgesh during this trip. You’re a lot more mature than he is, you know. Also, you’ve at least gone away on weekend outings and things. You need to keep Durgesh out of trouble from prospective fortune hunter horny Musalmān Beauties, if you really want to enjoy your entire life with Durgesh the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Probably even more than Durgesh needs to look after you. Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire too, never forget. He is infamous for his extraordinary interest in having sex with Musalmān Beauties. The greedy Musalmān husbands, fathers, brothers do deliberately use their extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies, if they are really beautiful, to have some share, as the most as they can, in his utmost abundant money spread everywhere on the globe.”

I watched Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently.

I never thought he was so vigilant about the security of my money.

But I was wrong perhaps.

Since the time he became incapable to have sex with his four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān wives, he surprised me requesting to take care of their sexual needs.

“I realize now, Durgesh, my friend, I shouldn’t have married so young Musalmān Beauties, even of the age of my daughters.”

“I see.” I’d watched him carefully.

“All my multi million dollars even now can’t return my youth and active manhood on bed. It’s useless, Durgesh, my dear friend.”

“Well,” I responded Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gravely, “you certainly haven’t come to me to confess your idiosyncrasies.”

“I want your sincere friendship, at least from now on. Let’s forget what we did in the past. Let’s start afresh now.”

I kept watching Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently,

“I was never your enemy, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Your houseladies were themselves falling for me for sex and money. It was unfortunate you blamed me for it.”

“I’m sorry, Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, please forgive me. Let’s start afresh I say.”

He offered his right hand to me.

“Okay.” I accepted his hand, “You still are a Congressman. Let’s see how far away we can go together.”

“Well, you respect Najmul Ħasan, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I support Najmul Ħasan now openly politically, socially, in every way.” ***

I smiled,

“I will, Abbū. I meant what I said. She’d like for us to spend some time together as Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, getting to know one another again. We barely even see each other anymore. She’d like for us to reconnect a little, before it’s too late. Pretty soon here, if I don’t do something about it, I won’t want to have anything at all to do with her.”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, took Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī by hand.

“Honey, I think you’re misreading your Hindu lover. Durgesh loves you. He thinks the world of you. Durgesh knows you’re alive, and he’ll miss you when you’re gone.” Her expression becoming much more serious, she crossed her fingers in Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s. “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, as your Ammī, please believe me when I tell you this: I’m not as oblivious as you may think. Your Hindu lover most definitely has been noticing that you’re a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl …a very beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. Don’t let all my bluffing fool you. That innocent song and dance of mine? ‘Isn’t that the same bikini you wore the other day?’ Baby, that was a bunch of baloney.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, was simply nodding while looking right through me.

“Durgesh notices you, sweetie. Where you’re concerned, he doesn’t miss a thing. You two just be careful out there.”

“I will, Abbū.” Still sitting on my warm Hindu male lap, and enjoying my still growing harder Uncut Hindu Penis between her magnificent Musalmān buttocks Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī promised, “ I’ll be careful with Durgesh. I mean, we will. I promise we’ll be careful.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t quite sure what she was promising to be careful about, because I couldn’t tell what her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, really meant.

It almost felt like I was hinting at something deeper.***

Lying on her bed, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was reading a magazine and getting ready to go to sleep when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard I do my usual triple-knock on her door.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī called for me to come on in.

While I was only wearing boxers, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī only had on some tiny, light blue panties and an old, cut-off ‘Rock Chalk Jayhawk’ tank top.

That’s about as much as either one of us would ever wear to bed during the heat of a dustbowl summer.

I was of same age as she was, twenty-eight, in her opinion.

Both Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, had confirmed it.

Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought she was three years older to me and behaved accordingly.

So did Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Moreover, so did even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too, though he knew very well, it couldn’t be the truth.

I was surrounded with the Musalmān Beauties and their relatives who behaved with me accordingly.

The environment surrounding me was so electrifying and captivating that even I had started now forgetting that I was sixty-two actually.

Even I had started to respond and behave with them as if I was myself twenty-eight indeed.

I went and sat on her bed, next to where Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay on her stomach.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“Sure, darling, why not? What’s up?” Turning towards me, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lowered her head into her arms.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just wanted to thank you for suggesting to your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that I come with you. You didn’t have to do that, and I never would’ve expected it. That was super cool of you.”

Looking up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a sudden rush of affection for her utmost efficient, utmost successful, Hindu lover.

I was actually a really good guy in her opinion.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always knew that, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was feeling a little sad about it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī realized she’d been just as guilty as I was, in terms of ignoring each other somewhat.

The way we’d drifted apart, it was at least equally her fault; probably more.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave me a warm smile.

“Durgesh darling, you know I love you. I’m sorry for teasing you, too. Of course, I want you to come with me. I meant what I said. I want us to have some time together, before we both grow up too much. I think it’ll be awesome to take this trip with you, and I’m just glad you’re willing to go. Until you piped up there in the kitchen, I never would’ve guessed that you’d want to spend even ten minutes alone with me, much less join me on a roadie to California.”

“Seriously? Do you really think Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī; I wouldn’t want to spend even ten minutes alone with you? If that’s how you feel, then I’m truly sorry. That’s definitely, not how I feel, and I don’t want you thinking that crap. Yeah, it sounds like we need to get started on some serious fence mending. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you should never think I don’t want us to hang out together.”

I actually put my hand on her, in the middle of her back.

“Besides,” I grinned, “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I have it on good authority that if I do go, I’ll get to enjoy all sorts of ‘quality time’ with the single hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān chick in the whole University.”

“Oh, really? Well, I had it on good authority that you won’t even notice me, not unless Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī dyes her hair blonde and get a boob job all the way up to double F. I’m not your type, and I’m just your boring, invisible stepdaughter anyway, though we are of same age. It’s a fact you preferred my Ammījān on me. Didn’t you?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled through her long hair.

I’d been doing the lightest of small circles in the centre of her back, and then my hand froze.

“Who told you that?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought about lying to me, but something told her that it was time to be honest with her honest Hindu lover.

“I overheard you and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī the other day in the kitchen. You said you’re basically blind to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and that she’d need to be blonde, with ginormous Musalmān boobs, before you’d even notice me.”

“Well then, if you heard that, you also heard what Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said about you.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.

“Yes, I did. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī admitted it was nice to hear, since Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī don’t have any experience with boys, but—”

“But?”

“Yes…but. It was nice to hear, but it was sadder to hear that I’m invisible to you, and that’s all I could ever be. You can’t even see me as a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. She’d hate to had to wear a wig and get some crazy boob job just so her own Hindu lover will know she’s alive.”

“Come on, if you heard all that, then you also heard me admit to Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī that I couldn’t come up with a single thing about you that isn’t perfect, and that includes your boobs.”

“You said they could be bigger.”

“‘The bigger the better,’ I said, yes, but you know I was joking. You have, umm…Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, c’mon, you have great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān boobs, my darling. You know you do. Everyone knows you do. They are not even medium, much less small. You have big boobs, and they are absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t touch your boobs.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about! That just sucks. You say they are perfect, yet you wouldn’t even touch them,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned.

“What? Huh?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī continued grinning. Finally, she blushed.

“No! Not like that! Of course, I’d touch your great enticing Musalmān boobs! Wait…. Damn it, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was beaming.

Once I understood, I began to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Big Musalmān Boobs. Look, we both know that as pretty as you are, you’re completely out of her league. I could never land a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you. Eīshān, you’re the most popular cheerleader! Even I recognize that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl can’t get much hotter than being the hottest cheerleader. Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said you look exactly like Nigār Sultānah, and yeah, I guess you really do. C’mon, she was like the most smokin’ hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in Bollywood, and you look just like her, only you’re even better.”

“Because Iī have no tattoos, and I’m not a total raving bitch,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.

“You’re not conceited either, plus you’re hella sweet. You also have bigger, better tits, and an even hotter Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass. I said all that too, and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī agreed, remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, smiling softly.

My hand was moving over the middle of her back again.

“Mmmm, that feels good.”

I pulled it away.

“What are you doing? I said it feels good! ‘Feels good’ doesn’t mean ‘stop doing it,’ silly. Put that hand right back where it was.”

Tentatively, since we’d called attention to it, I returned my hand to her glamorous back.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned her head, and…Oh, crap.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī froze, and I felt her sudden change.

Before Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could look away, I followed her gaze to…

…the trophy.

She’d left her closet door open about a foot, and there it was, leaning against the back wall.

Had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī not frozen up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī probably could’ve blown it off.

Instead, my Hindu loverly intuition instantly kicked in, allowing me to recognize that I was seeing something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want me to see.

Feeling mischievous, apparently, I quickly jumped up and went to her closet.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī moaned, covering her head with a pillow. “No, no, no,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī groaned into the bed, kicking her feet up and down.

WHUUUMP!

I’d jumped back onto the bed, all full of attitude.

“What’s this, huh? ‘The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl with the most perfect, awesome, Spankable ass ever!’ Does my dear, sweet Musalmān stepdaughter has her own perverted secret?”

Jumping off the bed, I held the trophy over my head and began doing this totally vivacious victory dance.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing at my antics, and even beginning to get over her embarrassment.

Since I was laughing too, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī figured that would be the end of it.

That’s when things suddenly became immensely worse.

Thunk! Plop!

Oh, fuck.

‘Okay, Allah, Lord, go ahead, take me now. Put me out of my misery…please!’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, covering her head with two pillows.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want a single scintilla of light to be able to reach her, nor a hint of sound.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just wanted to be swallowed whole, right then and there.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a thump-thump-thump being drummed on her butt, with the left cheek receiving the heavier thumping.

I was singing that old song by Divinyls, “WAĦĪDAH SALĀĦUDDĪN AYYŪBĪ Touch Herself,” and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t even need to look up to know I was drumming on her butt with my Uncut Hindu Lund that had brought out of my underwear.

We both were nude now.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally poked her head out from beneath the pillows to grin sheepishly at me.

I was rubbing the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān asshole.

Of course, I was thoroughly delighted.

In fact, that might’ve been the happiest and downright goofiest she’d ever seen me.

“You cannot tell a single soul about this. You have to promise me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, trying to be serious, yet giggling nonetheless.

“Tell a single soul about which thing? That you have the most Spankable Musalmān butt among your entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends? Well, I’m not interested in spanking it. I’d fuck this absolutely gorgeous Musalmān ass too, you have.”

Her innocent Musalmān eyes were suddenly widened,

“Allah, no, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I doubt I can survive your great Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān ass.”

“Nonsense.” I tried to penetrate her ass but she suddenly squirmed andcit entered her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever enticing Wahābī Musalmān Choot instead.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled again,

Allah, yā Allah!

Was Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ever enjoying herself?

“Fine!” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned. “Enjoy your little victory. I’d just lie here and be fucked by you, until you get it out of your system. Just so you know, though, I had no idea about that trophy, not until the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls sprung it on me. It was part of their surprise going-away party for me.”

Calming down, I finally started to fuck Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī passionately, enjoying it very much, on the bed.

“Going-away party? When was this?”

It was clear from her extremely beautiful Musalmān face and attitude both that she herself was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund now in her Musalmān Choot deepest very much.

Well, it was what Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī herself was dying for.

She was greeting my every powerful Hindu penetration of her ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot by my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I smiled,

“I wanted to fuck you right in the morning, darling. But you were not in your suite.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled too.

“I’d gone to visit D.P. Choohā uncle. You know, his daughter is my friend.”

“It’s not good, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.” I said gravely, “I’ve told you so many times. We should never lower to the extent some of the ever shameless Congressmen have lowered themselves.”

“I’m sorry Durgesh. You are Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām, neither I am nor my Abbū.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s perfect melodic voice was suddenly very curt.

I watched her prudently and said rather in a somewhat softened voice,

“Neither am I, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Please don’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan so blindly in everything. Please stop calling me Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām and please stop calling Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh D.P. Choohā.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me teasingly.

“I’ve told you so many times myself Durgesh. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t given Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh now his famous name among Musalmīn and most of the intelligent persons D.P. Choohā.”

“I know but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has approved it. Didn’t she?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled impishly.

“Well, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is your Live in Relationship Partner. You must know more of her then any of the rest of the persons.”

Chapter 11

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Midterm 2012: 9

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Midterm 2012

Chapter 9

Durgesh Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan

I was the only man in Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s family.

We lived with her six extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān daughters.

They were all extremely beautiful, rich, educated properly and well sophisticated.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their Ammī.

Yet, even at her forty eight, she had successfully maintained her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body so perfectly that no one thought of her as an Ammī of six brilliant smart young daughters.

Even after being told properly, everyone thought Āsiyah Jahāngīr was their elder sister, aged thirty only.

Amazing?

Yes, but true.

They started to call Āsiyah Jahāngīr ‘Bājī’ even to tease their Ammījān.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr scolded them, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it secretly.

It was a great compliment to her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

Yes, Āsiyah Jahāngīr was not a Pakistani originally.

Her Ammī married a Pakistani, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr was Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr’s daughter.

She was born when her Ammī was in Saůūdī Årab.

Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr was raised and educated in Saůūdī Årab.

Only her citizenship and name was Pakistani.

Even her husband was an Indian, and not only Indian, a great patriot of India that always criticized Pakistan for fighting against India.

He was an Indian to the extent even the Hindus were not.

Najmul Ħasan was most revered by Hindus.

Alas, the communal Musalmīn were his critics, however.

I appreciated him.

Her Indian husband Najmul Ħasan had, however, divorced Āsiyah Jahāngīr, shortly after her six daughters were born.

Najmul Ħasan wanted a son of his own.

He had requested me to replace him for all practical purposes but his Ammī still used to compel him to have his own son.

“Durgesh’s son would be my own son, Ammī.” Najmul Ħasan was furious, “He loves and respects us Musalmīn more than the other Hindus even.”

“You are right, son.” His Ammī had agreed with him, “Even then, never forget, even Ħuzūr^s had to marry his adopted son’s wife, Zaynab^rza. Allah knows better, Najmul Ħasan. We are only playthings in His hands.”

Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter was 34 years younger than I was.

The ages came down two years at a time.

In order of oldest to youngest they were:

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, at 28 years old.

She had shoulder length hair, dyed deep red, and a set of breasts that anyone would love to have, really firm and big.

She was fit and always at the gym to keep her tight body at its best.

She was really outgoing and loud, but had never found the right guy.

Right guy in Musalmīn?

She laughed ironically.

‘Most uneducated/under educated fools’, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan spat at them.

The morons thought, ‘Ultra-Modern Scientific Education’ was against Islam.

Therefore, they hated and avoided it deliberately.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was the next at 26 years old.

She had very dark shoulder length hair and her breasts were a little smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s but still a great size.

She too went down to the gym a lot and was just as fit as her older sister was.

She was the shyer of the sisters but still had no problem with going out.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was next, 24 years old with long blonde hair.

Her breasts were big size and in addition to that, she had the most perfect legs also, one could imagine, long and sleek.

She was the fittest of the lot due to the fact she danced a lot and hoped one day to go professional.

She was the flirt of the gang, never one to back away from anything or anyone.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was next.

22 years old, exactly forty years younger to me.

She too was blonde, but her hair was shorter than Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s.

Her breasts were also very large, only just smaller than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s.

Again, like her sisters, she was a gym freak and was in really good shape.

She was sort of in between the personalities, neither really shy nor flirtatious.

Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan was next at 20 years old.

She had hair like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, really dark, but much longer.

Her breasts were big and she had a wonderful habit of only wearing tight fitting tops.

She never went to the gym, but was just naturally blessed with a perfect figure that all the others were jealous of.

She was one of the outgoing gang who stuck together a lot more than the others.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was the youngest, only 18 years old.

She had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and she had great breasts that sat on a thin, but excellent body.

She went to the gym like the others and it showed on her.

She had a perfect hourglass figure and a really tight Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, she was a bit shy.

All of them were extremely busy now campaigning for their Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s National Assembly seat.

What a coincidence!

India was also campaigning nowadays for its 2012 Midterm Parliamentary Elections.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s voice came into my ears as she made her way into the living room dressed in a tight-fitting, white, cotton T-shirt and tight jeans.

“Hi Durgesh. Good day planned?”

“Nope, you?” I asked back.

“Just the same as always, gym then TV.”

I looked at the clock, 9:00 AM and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was already off to the gym.

“You are crazy you know that, don’t you?” I said, smiling, as Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter grabbed her gym bag and packed her stuff into it.

“What do you mean crazy? I’m just err… focused.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled back at me before looking at the bright sun outside.

“Look Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, anyone who goes to the gym at 9:00 AM is crazy. I run for 20 mins at 11:00 AM then again at 4:00 PM and that’s plenty for me.” I said shaking my head.

“Well Durgesh darling,” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she moved over to stand right behind me.

All of them invariably called me ‘Durgesh darling’ to tease me at least if nothing else for.

They suspected I’d already replaced their Abbū in their Ammī’s life.

They could not believe Āsiyah Jahāngīr never surrendered to me.

And I allowed her not to surrender to me?

Impossible.

I was obsessed with fucking each and every Musalmān Beauty available to me.

She disapproved the fact that her ex-husband had constructed a trust to monitor her financial activities with me as the Chairman of the trust.

Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr was fourteen years younger than I was.

All of them were ultra-modern, smart, Musalmān young ladies, thoroughly immersed in Western Culture.

“Maybe if you did come to the gym with me you wouldn’t be soooooo…. fat.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan joked as she leaned down and gave my ear a little lick.

She refused to respect my age.

“His age is disputed.” Even Āsiyah Jahāngīr smiled, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī claim Durgesh is thirty two only.”

“Sixteen years younger than even you are?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her Ammī incredulously.

“Yes, I have verified his electoral record in India even.”

“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said in mock anger at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan who smiled and nodded teasingly at me before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.

“I’ll be gone for about 2 hours. Ammī and the others are still in bed. So be quiet, will you? They had a bad night. See you later.”

“Yea see ya.” I said.

I watched Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s sexy Pakistani Musalmān ass sway out the door, before I settled back to watch some more TV.

An hour later, it was Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan who was the next to show her face.

“Hi, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I saw her walk into the room.

“Hi Durgesh darling. Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan gone already?” She asked.

I nodded.
“Yes, my dear.”
“I don’t know how she and the others do it, do you?”

“No idea.” I said watching TV.

“I mean, I never go to the gym and look at me, I’m fine.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan said pointing out the obvious to her knowing Durgesh darling.

“You have no idea.” I said quietly, admiring her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body as she gave a twirl.

“Hi you two.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan came walking in past her sister, sat on the sofa next to me and grabbed the remote from me.

“Hi.” Both Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and I said together.

Soon all the young Pakistani Musalmān women were up and rushing around the house.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan all quickly rushed off to the gym after breakfast leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, their Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and me in the house.

Being Saturday, none was at work and, as usual, the house would be hectic with all eight coming in and out of rooms at irregular intervals.

For Saturdays they had other arrangements for the campaigning that didn’t require their presence personally.

When the whole family was together, they sat around the TV with their dinner.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan , their ever thirty Ammī, always looking eighteen years younger than she actually was, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, and I sat on the sofa, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the chair next to us.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were all on the floor.

It was their favorite place, when eating or watching TV.

Currently they were doing both.

When they were all finished Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and took everyone’s plates into the kitchen putting them in the sink, to be washed later by house cleaners, before returning to her seat.

“That was great Ammī, really nice.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, to which all the others agreed.

“Thanks, I do my best.” Āsiyah Jahāngīr said to her kids.

It was so nice that they had all stayed with her when normally they would have flown to their nests, their rooms that is.

The house, they lived in, was a nice size.

It had three large bedrooms, an attic conversion, a big kitchen, a large living room and a big garden.

The bedrooms had been divided up between the girls with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sharing one room and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sharing another.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr had one to herself and I had the attic all to myself, whenever I stayed there.

According to the settlement and the Trust Provisions, the house and the business both belonged to the Trust, not to them.

None of them could dissolve the Trust without my express agreement to it.

“Durgesh must have really fucked your Grand Ammī.” their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had taunted Najmul Ħasan, her ex-husband.

All of them laughed openly.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan chuckled.

“Dādī Ammī must still have her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt tight. How Durgesh would’ve been so much interested in her otherwise?”

All of them laughed again.

“Durgesh must really enjoying Dādī Ammī’s sixty years old ever tight Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan winked, “He claims he is sixty two, two years older than even our great Kħātūn, Dādī Ammī, Fāzilah Taymūr.”

Once again, all of them laughed.

Highly Westernized Taymūr family hated every taboo Western Culture ridiculed.

It was amazing every one of them was still One Man Woman.

Wasn’t it?

“Well it was excellent Āsiyah, but, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the loo.” I said getting up and heading for the stairs.

“I admonished you, Durgesh,” their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr addressed me curtly; “my eldest daughter is twenty eight. You are only four years elder to her. You must have some respect for me.”

“Are you crazy?” I was stern suddenly.

“You must call me ‘Ammī’ too, as my daughters do.”

“Ammī?” I interjected ironically, “Even your daughters call you ‘Bājī’.”

“Well, I’m forty eight, not thirty as the people think of me erroneously.”

“Well, I’m also sixty two, not thirty two as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to prove me legally. She can deceive everyone but not me ever.” I said curtly.

“Ammī, Dādī Ammī Zindābād.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan laughed, “What a great lady, yaar, really. A young man of thirty two claims to be sixty two, only to prove he is older than her. He is her suitable Live in relationship Partner.”

It was futile to argue with them.

I walked out of there.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ walk out the room.

She waited until I had gone upstairs before excusing herself and following.

I opened the bathroom door and walked straight into Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter.

“Oh, sorry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I didn’t see you there.” I said, apologetically, as I stepped past her.

With the tight space between us, I had to squeeze past Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

She did not attempt to move out of my way, causing me to brush roughly against her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks against my Hindu loins.

My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately hardened between her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Instead moving away, she pushed her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu loins.

And, smiled at me wickedly, teasing me.

I grabbed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, as if accidentally and thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund between her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, almost penetrating her excellent gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Thank you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan whispered to me, seductively, “you really sixty two?”

“What do you think, my sweetheart?”

“Thirty two at least. You are excellent between my buttocks. I invariably enjoy you very much there. The excellent Hindu hardness I’m enjoying between my buttocks can’t be of any hell sixty two.”

“You are not alone.”

“I see. All of us six?”

I only smiled as if not commenting on her inquiry, keeping the secrets the secrets.

“That’s a hard thing to do.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said, smiling, and pressing backwards a little bit, into her ‘Durgesh darling’.

“What is?” I asked as I finally got past my voluptuous Pakistani Musalmān plaything.

I stood on the top of the staircase and looked at her for the answer.

“To miss me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled, showing and licking her canine teeth like a vampire would before biting a victim’s neck.

The only difference was that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not after my neck.

She was after my Uncut Hindu Lund as her other sisters were.

I smiled back and shook my head as I walked down the stairs.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what is she doing?” I thought as I reached the bottom step and opened the door to the kitchen.

Back at the top Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was leaning against the door to her bedroom thinking about her ‘Durgesh darling’.

She didn’t know why, but recently I had been having a real effect on her.

But not the sort a brother should have on his sister.

Brother Sisters, hell.

Even father daughters, hell, if I was really sixty-two as I claimed to be, yet no one believed ever.

Not even Āsiyah Jahāngīr, their ever thirty Ammī.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not born yesterday.

She has read everyone’s eyes deeply.

They thought Durgesh their plaything and Durgesh thought them his playthings.

She was as confident as she could be.

Durgesh could have almost penetrated her Pakistani Musalmān ass.

His Uncut Hindu Lund can’t be sixty-two years old ever.

He must be thirty two at least.

How bold this Hindu young man is.

Never ashamed of anything drastic between them.

He enjoyed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass into his Hindu male lap more, than Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had enjoyed his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund between her ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Soon all the girls had dispersed.

Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan were up in their bedroom, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were in Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom, and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was out at the gym.

I was up in my room listening to my CD’s when Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan came marching in.

I didn’t hear her enter as I had on a pair of headphones and loud music.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked up behind me and kneeled down.

Her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts were just behind my head about an inch away.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ slowly nodding my head to the Indian music that was playing in my ears.

She slowly placed a hand on my shoulder and I spun around quickly, not realizing that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s massive Musalmān breasts were right behind my Hindu head.

I pushed my face right into them, inadvertently.

“OHHHH!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned mischievously as she felt my Hindu face press between her thick cotton covered Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

But I equally quickly, pulled back and away, teasing her.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were there.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, almost winking at her.

How cautious the Hindu scoundrel is, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan bit her lower lip. ‘Almost winking at her’, not in open even now.

Could it be that I didn’t know I pushed my ass deliberately in his scoundrel Hindu lap?

He wants me to plead with him.

He would never show he understands.

The perfect Hindu rascal.

“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so close to you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan cooed meekly, as she moved her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts around under her top rearranging their positions until she was satisfied with them.

She looked up to see me watching her.

Not seeing she had looked, I carried on until she moaned slightly.

This brought a shrewd, cunning, smile to my face as I realized she had caught me.

Never ashamed of, never ashamed of himself.

He can’t be sixty two.

The scoundrel is more astute in this game than even she had thought.

He is constantly winning.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had always been close to me, maybe more so than with her sisters.

After all, I was the shrewdest.

Abbū, Najmul Ħasan, had divorced soon after Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was born.

So they had had no male influences in their life to talk to.

I was rather isolated in the family, as far as to any male company at all.

I was the only male there, among seven extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young women.

They all had to use me without another option at all, if anyone of them needed any romantic interludes and male companionship whatsoever.

And they all actually did in their own individual way.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had taken over as a sort of surrogate parent when she was 14, since their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, was 30 when she had her and now had seven kids to look after.

She needed help.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was more than pleased to take some responsibility in their looking after.

Thus, she allowed Āsiyah Jahāngīr to go off to work.

After all, the multimillion businesses also needed some attention.

Āsiyah Jahāngīr alone couldn’t manage it efficiently.

Not much had changed now that they had all grown up.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, not having outside work very much, mostly stayed at home and looked after the place, mostly, after her immensely needed business activities.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a hairdressing Supervisor, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was a Reception Expert, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was a Departmental Store Owner, and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were at University.

I had to manage and supervise overall, even over their ever thirty Ammījān, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, of course.

It was needed legally according to the Trust Deed.

My extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings and their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said they made plenty enough for them, to live on as long as we made sure the house was clean, controlling entire household staff, ladies staff of course, without any exception, when they came home.

Naturally, we agreed and the arrangement was made.

It brought Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan and me closer than to the rest of the young ladies.

And it brought both of us to the mischiefs we were doing when we found alone each other.

“So what are you listening to then?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked her still not embarrassed ‘Hindu scoundrel’.

I was shamelessly not trying to cover my growing Hindu erection, even under my hands.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

How can she discipline this Hindu rascal?

His Hindu erection is so prominent.

And the rascal doesn’t fuck her still now despite her so many advances to express that Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan is available to him for as much sex as he wants with her.

“Nothing much. Did you want something?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘no’ and leave.

Unfortunately, she didn’t.

The Sālī was, perhaps, deliberately determined now to do some mischief herself, whatsoever it maybe.

“Yes, actually, I did. Could you give me a hand with the washing up please? That’s our job, remember?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said while putting her hand on me.

Where?

On my crotch, acting as if innocently unaware of it.

My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched under the warmth of her soft Pakistani Sunni Musalmān palm.

“Sure, just wait a few minutes will you?” I said slowly trying to push her hand away from my crotch.

“Durgesh, come on, Ammī said we need to get it done now.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lied.

What had actually happened was that their ever thirty Ammī, Āsiyah Jahāngīr, had said it needed doing before they went to bed, but Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was desperate to get her ‘Durgesh darling’ to stand up my Hindu erection intact.

On deliberate mischief, of course.

“OK, I’m coming.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Luckily, I had stalled long enough to get my boner down.

Standing I turned off my CD player and turned to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who was almost visibly disappointed that my Hindu erection was gone now.

It was not easy for her that she was twenty eight and still a virgin.

Why should be she?

Durgesh is only four years elder than her.

He is the perfect Live in relationship Partner for her too as well as he was for her ever-young Dādī Ammī.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had deliberately pushed her massive grand gorgeous firm excellently round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu lap.

She wanted me erect.

“Shall we?” I asked walking past my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got up and followed close behind me.

Once downstairs we got to supervise the maidservants working on the dishes.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan kept getting little glances of her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her impressive breasts, causing her to start to get hot and push out her chest slightly more every time I looked.

I wouldn’t cough, but try not to look at them.

But my eyes were drawn to her and she knew it.

I was the sexiest person Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had ever known

Allah, the Hindu scoundrel is already fucking almost her every extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend.

And even their equally beautiful Musalmān Ammīs, Kħālājāns, Chachījāns, Mumānījāns and their cousins too are being fucked by Durgesh as if it was a perfectly normal routine for all of them.

What a sexy man.

Allah Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Yet, she smiled to herself on her victory.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now really hot and her tight cotton knickers were starting to get wet as she continually teased her Durgesh darling.

Finally, she thought it was time to give me a real show I wouldn’t forget.

Dropping a fork to the back of the sink, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan quickly leaned over the sink of soapy water to grab it.

Not being the tallest person in the world and having such huge breasts, she pressed them into the water making sure they were covered about halfway up the cotton T-shirt.

It, as one can imagine, became almost see-through instantly.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had a quick look at me.

I was impishly looking at her curved, tight, supple Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Smiling Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan wiggled it at me and that snapped me out of it.

Realizing I had an erection, I sat on a nearby chair to supervise finishing the drying.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan watched me sit and knew the reason.

She then pulled herself back from the water and stood up straight.

“Yā Allaaaaah!!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan exclaimed loudly, causing me deliberately to look up quickly at her.

My eyes met with the sight of her massive breasts half showing through her soaked top, her nipples hard with little droplets of water falling from each.

“What happened?” I asked almost smiling suavely at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan .

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood hands on hips in front of me.

“I must have dropped them into the water when I leaned in for the fork. Allah! Look at me.” she said as she cupped her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts and pressed them together for her ‘Durgesh darling’s enjoyment.

“Oh wow. You better go, get changed. I’ll supervise them finish drying these, up you go.” I said as I admired my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan nodded but didn’t move from the spot.

How could she?

It marred the very purpose of all the exercise she was doing so laboriously.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan just slowly rubbed her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts a little more obviously at me and watched my reaction or, should I say, my Uncut Hindu Lund’s reaction.

She watched as it throbbed underneath my tracksuit pants.

Realizing my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was watching me; I teasingly covered myself and crossed my legs, my face going extremely mischievous once more.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled before turning and giving me a good view of her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass before walking off to the stairs and out of sight.

I watched Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s every seductive move before composing myself and ordering to finish the drying quickly.

After they had finished it, I made my way upstairs to check on Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

Secretly I wanted to see if she had changed yet.

I arrived at Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s door that was left slightly open.

Poking my head around, I saw my tremendously attractive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood facing me with just a small pair of white cotton knickers on that were cut into a V high over her hips and tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, they resembled a thong in design, and some long white stockings.

I smiled shrewdly, as I saw her massive breasts on display to me like this.

They looked big when she had on a tight top, but loose they were even better.

She had high firm breasts, a full DD cup at least, with no sag at all.

Just like the sort, one sees on porn actresses when they have had repeated augmentation surgery and enlargements, but hers were natural.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen with large nipples that just fitted her size perfectly.

I shot back to reality when I heard Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan say something to me.

Not knowing what it was, I just answered,

“Yes it’s finished.”

I was deliberately, shamelessly, was NOT looking away from her.

Why should I?

I was not proposing to her.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself was offering her to me, so desperately, so frantically.

If there was anyone to be ashamed of, it was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan herself.

Why me?

Why ME??

“Great, but I didn’t ask that. What I asked was: DO YOU LIKE THE VIEW?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan repeated the question slowly and deliberately.

It was as if Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan didn’t care that her ‘Durgesh darling’ had just walked in on her with no top on.

Of course, she didn’t.

“Err…….. Hhmmmm.” I was smiling confident for an answer.

How should I answer a marvelous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Beauty asking me, if I like the view after I have just been staring at her massive naked perfect Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“Well?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pressed, not attempting to cover herself from view.

“I’m sorry, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan. I thought you had changed.” I apologized sophisticatedly, as I took a shameless glance to see if she was covered yet.

Well, she wasn’t.

Neither she wanted to, I think.

“It’s ok, I don’t really mind you know. You are my Hindu brother, or at least my Hindu father even if I accept your utmost absurd claim about your utmost exaggerated age; and that makes me feel safe with you. So don’t be embarrassed, my dear.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan tried to reassure her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I took her words in and looked back briefly before turning away again.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan thought it was cute that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was not embarrassed to see her like this.

This was what she wanted, what she desired, what she craved for.

Walking over behind me, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan placed her hands around me pressing her massive breasts into my back and her thin cotton knickers into my ass cheeks.

They were about the same height so she gave my neck a little kiss and began dropping her hands down towards my Hindu crotch.

Realizing what she was doing, I teasingly moved away from her, sauntered out of the room smiling sophisticatedly, and up to my, slamming the door closed and locking it.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard the door lock.

She grabbed the door to her room and slowly closed it.

At the same time, I sat on my bed.

My heart was pounding.

A thousand questions were running through my head.

I lay back and tried to make sense of the situation.

It had been 2 days since the bedroom incident involving Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan.

I had done my best to avoid her, but now the others were at work and University.

So we were all alone together in the house.

“Durgesh, we have to talk or something. We have to get over this.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s soft voice came through her ‘Durgesh darling’s door.

I tried to ignore it.

“Durgesh, you know I’m not going away. Just open the door please, and we’ll sort this all out.”

I apprehensively unlocked the door to my room and slid it open slightly, just enough to peak out.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stood there facing the door, hands on hips, a thin, white, cotton T-shirt covering her perfect body and a pair of stonewashed jeans wrapped around her long toned legs.

The light from the bright sun reflected her features immaculately.

She was a true Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sex goddess.

“Come on Durgesh darling, just open the door.” She asked me sweetly.

Her voice, however, was not making me shudder.

I opened the door realizing it completely.

“There.”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked in and over to her ‘Durgesh darling’s single bed, positioned at the far end of the room, her trainers making the floor boards squeak as she crossed them.

The light from the open window above her, cascaded light onto her beautiful perfectly round Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, as it swayed side to side as Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan walked.

I closed the door, not wanting to look back at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she went by me and to my bed.

“What do you want Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, still not looking at her, just at the white door in front of me.

“To talk Durgesh. We really need to get things out in the open, don’t you think?”

“Well, I’m not sure there is anything to get out really.”

“Bullshit Durgesh, you know there is.”

“What, uuumm, what is there to get out exactly?” I asked slightly angrily as I turned and looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything for the first time.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees together, leaning back in a stream of sunlight coming through the window, highlighting her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, with shadows and light.

“The way we feel maybe? Why you have been avoiding me so much lately is another one.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shot back leaning forwards off the bed making her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts fall over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body casting it in shadow.

“I…I don’t know what you mean.” I said gravely as I took a long look at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

My Uncut Hindu Lund, to my regret, starting to harden as I saw her leaning off my bed.

“You know exactly what I mean Durgesh darling. You have been avoiding me for the last two days, since we were in my room. So why?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked, flicking her hair from her face and leaning back again pushing her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts out again.

“I..I.” I looked for something to say but even I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You what Durgesh?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was trying to pressure an answer from her stern Hindu play partner, playing excellent so far.

“I’m just careful about seeing you, that’s all. I didn’t know how you’d react.”

This was not a very convincing story.

True, in part, but not convincing and Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew it.

“Durgesh, that’s not all of it, is it?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she opened her legs slightly more, giving her ‘Durgesh darling’ a better view at the crotch of her jeans.

“Yes.” I said gravely as Āsiyah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter sat in a more erotic pose only 10 feet away.

The damnfools criticized me I never left even my stepdaughters.

The fact was my stepdaughters themselves never left me without fucking me.

Even if I avoided them, they either raped me or fucked me deceitfully when I was sleeping.

Some of them even drugged me to fuck me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.

“What about when I came up behind you and pressed into your back? Were you embarrassed then? Cuz you sauntered out fast.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was not going to let me get away without a proper talk.

“Yes I was.” I admitted quietly raising my head.

“Why did you saunter off Durgesh ?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was enjoying this now.

She could see her ‘Durgesh darling’ was being broken down by her pose and questions.

She was finally getting somewhere with me.

I stayed silent, looking straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Durgesh, Durgesh darling, just tell me, will you? We need to get things out. I have a few things I want to say, but I need to know a few things first. So, please, just tell me.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said in her sweetest, most sincere voice.

This broke me completely.

“Okay, I really liked it when you pressed into me and liked it even more when you rubbed your hands down my body, but you’re my hero’s daughter. There are not so many great Musalmīn, even on the globe, as your Abbū is. I respect your great father very much. We shouldn’t do anything like that, without his express permission.” I said gravely, looking at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything again.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan had opened her legs even wider and brought one knee up, resting her foot on the bed.

“Is that all or is there something else you’d like to tell me? The truth perhaps?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan asked as she wrapped her arms around her raised leg pulling it to her massive chest and getting a cute little girl look in her eyes, which melted her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“No, the reason I sauntered off is, I’m not really used to such circumstances with my respected Musalmīn’s girls. It’s one thing to play with the houseladies of scoundrel Musalmīn. But it’s quite another thing to play with the daughters of the great Musalmīn I respect very much. I played with you to some extent but it’s going beyond my morals now. I’m sorry.” I admitted gravely.

I didn’t want to say these things, but my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything seemed to have some sort of spell on me.

She was getting everything out of me and even I could do nothing about it.

She was my role model’s, Najmul Ħasan’s daughter after all.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was almost shocked at my admission.

She had never thought I was so much respectful to her Abbū.

“You don’t want to play with me anymore because you think it would disgrace my Abbū, you respect very much?”
“Yes.” I confirmed her statement gravely.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan almost shot off the bed she sat up fully so fast.

“But I thought you would have, at least once.” It was Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s turn to look for words.

I just shook my head “no” looking up straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was now sitting with her legs dangling off of the bed, her thighs wide apart and her hands between them holding the bed sheets.

“But you’ve had countless Musalmān girlfriends, right?” she asked curiously.

I again said gravely,

“Yes, of course.”

“Would you cheat them ever?”

“Certainly not.” I was even angry somewhat on the question.

“But most of the men do sometimes.”

“I’m not responsible for what the others do.”

“Are you not responsible even for the houseladies of the great Musalmīn, you respect so much?”

“Of course I am, but—”

“But you want to throw them to the wolves.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled ironically, “And that’s your kind of respect you pay to the great Musalmīn, you respect so much. Great. The houseladies of the unworthy Musalmīn are safe with you, and the houseladies of the worthy Musalmīn have to face the scoundrels of the society. You certainly respect great Musalmīn, very much. Bravo.”

I could not answer her.

She had attacked on my morals successfully.

I was not prepared for it.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned forward more.

I was staring at her sexy body.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was rising as she spoke to me.

“I can’t believe that Durgesh darling. You haven’t thought of it.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said smiling as she saw a slight bulge appear in her ‘Durgesh darling’s pants.

“It’s true. I never thought in this way.”

“I can’t blame you. But shouldn’t have you?” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled.

“Yes, I think I should have, but—”

“Durgesh, remember when I said I wanted to tell you something? Well, I’m going to now, ok. Don’t freak out, please.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan swallowed, she had never had a problem saying what was on her mind, but what she was about to say had her really nervous.

“Go on.” I said, wondering what she wanted to say.

“Well, I really like you.” she said and threw me a timid smile.

“I like you too. So what?” I asked my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my face showing I didn’t get her meaning.

“No Durgesh darling, I REALLY like you.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan put emphasis on the word as she said it.

I knew what my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was saying.

She LIKED me.

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, you… don’t know what you’re saying.” I was grave again at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s words.

I ran my hand through my hair gravely, still taking in the words, fully.

“I know what I’m saying perfectly Durgesh. I want you. I have since I was fifteen only.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan got off the bed and walked over to her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I backed away from her advance.

“We have thirty four years age difference still there. When you were fifteen, I was forty-nine already. Have you thought it ever?”

“No, there isn’t thirty four years age difference between us. You are only thirty-two now, only four years elder to me. We make a perfect couple, even if only the age is there to be considered of.”

“Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan, what are you doing?” I asked my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously as she pinned me against the door that I had walked back into, trapping my body between hers and the hard cold wood.

“Giving you what we both want.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan leaned her head to her ‘Durgesh darling’s and lightly placed her lips on mine.

She closed her eyes and traced little kisses along her ‘Durgesh darling’s Hindu lips.

Making only minimal contact with my skin she let her tongue slide over my lips before bringing her hands to my face and holding my head still as she moved her head back away from my face.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan opened her eyes slowly and looked for a reaction from me.

I was still indecisive at what had happened.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and rubbed her hands over my hair before placing them around my neck bringing her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tight to mine.

I could feel my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breasts squashing against me.

Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin materials we both wore, into my chest, making my Uncut Hindu Lund harder than ever.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what are you doing?” I said, the best I could.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth was on mine again, only this time she had opened her lips and was pressing her tongue into my mouth, swirling it as I spoke.

Smack.

A light slap hit my right cheek.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s tongue was licking the farthest part of my mouth now and coaxing mine into moving into hers.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan broke the almost everlasting kiss first.

Resting her arms on her ‘Durgesh darling’s shoulders she looked deep into my eyes, the dark red of her hair falling over her face making a sexy contrast and to the paleness of her face.

“No talking when we kiss.” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan said as she flicked her head to move the hair from her face.

I nodded.

I acted, as I was hers now, that kiss had sealed the deal as far as I was concerned, I wanted her now.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan needed me very much.

I shouldn’t infuriate her now.

There is no fury in hell like a woman scorned.

Don’t stretch anything to the extent it breaks.

All the rest could wait.

First things first.

Let Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan do now what she wanted to.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan knew, what I wanted to, she wanted the same thing.

She pulled her hands off my shoulders and slid them down my chest and to the top of my jeans, pulling my belt towards her.

I followed, my crotch pressed into hers.

For the first time, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan felt the bulge touch her, sending little waves up her spine, causing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot to become drenched, soaking her knickers.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan pushed me back against the door once more, and then swung them around so it was she who was against the door.

“Take off your clothes.” she said sweetly.

I just looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything cautiously.

This was my first time with her and I wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Do it!” she said more firmly.

I pulled my top off before slowly pulling down my jeans.

Standing back up I looked at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, my briefs tented out from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“All!” Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan exclaimed looking at my constantly throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

I smiled gravely before grabbing the waistband and pulling them down to the floor before stepping out of them and standing back up to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, naked.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stepped forward and put her hands around her ‘Durgesh darling’s neck.

Pressing her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body close to my, she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund angle up against her stomach.

It was so erotic for her as she felt it pulse through her T-shirt.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan stepped back and turned her ‘Durgesh darling’ around before pushing me to the bed.

Turning me back around, she sat me down on the bed and looked down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was stood about 6 inches up, twitching in anticipation at what was to come.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan smiled and reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.

Grabbing it, she immediately pulled it over her head, throwing it to the floor.

Standing before her ‘Durgesh darling’ naked from the waist up made her heart beat faster than ever, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was wetter than ever.

I watched mesmerized by my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings’ massive breasts.

They were so firm and her nipples were so hard.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan shook her upper body to make her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts wiggle and that brought a moan from her.

Acting quickly Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan undid her jeans and slid them and her knickers down her sexy legs before kicking them off and standing back up to let her ‘Durgesh darling’ get a good look at her tight wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

I stared at her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body taking in every little detail.

The tiny freckles that were on her stomach and the little tuft of brown hair that stood above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan could wait no longer.

She leaned forward and pushed me back so I sat in the middle of the bed now.

Placing her legs on the bed, she crawled on the bed with me.

Standing, she placed one leg on each side of her ‘Durgesh darling’s body, and started to sit down until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot was just above my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She looked into my eyes as she sat down feeling my Uncut Hindu Lund slide deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

Stretching her legs as she went down more she got her ‘Durgesh darling’ fully in her.

Her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass was resting on my Hindu thighs as she listened to me moan.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan lifted her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up so my Uncut Hindu Lund was out by 3 inches then slid back down, making me moan out loudly from my first experience of her.

Smiling, Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan continued her movements tightening her inner muscles to grip her ‘Durgesh darling’ tight as she felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot every little vain on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan slid her hands and arms around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back for support as she moved up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Bringing her mouth to my, she started kissing me all over the face, pressing her tongue into my mouth every time he moaned out.

I, as the utmost experienced I was, was more than willing to follow her lead and soon began to move my Hindu pelvis in time with her to give her extra support and take a little of the strain off her thighs and legs.

I also started to kiss her back, sliding my tongue around on hers as we moved, as one.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan was starting to moan, too, as her pleasure built.

She lay her head back letting her hair fall over her shoulders and pressing out her massive breasts, which I took no time in moving to.

I kissed her breasts.

“OooooHHHHHHH,”

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan moaned as she first felt my lips on her sensitive breast.

she brought her head back forwards but made sure to keep her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pushed out for her ‘Durgesh darling’ who was loving the sensual up and down strokes from

my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she sped up her movements on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I stopped kissing my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything’s breast and looked back up at her.

She smiled and brought her face to mine for a long, drawn out kiss, before flicking her hair away and hugging me tight to her, pressing her breast into me again as she rubbed her head against mine and slowed her thrust slightly to make the feeling last longer for us both.

I was getting uncomfortable with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan on my thighs so I carefully lifted her and knelt up.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan followed me and made sure I was right before continuing to slide up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

The new position was much better for us both.

I was kneeling, leaning back on my thighs, with Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan ‘s legs wide apart on either side of me, resting on the bed, making it much less of a struggle to push her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.

Now she increased the pace.

She let my Uncut Hindu Lund slip out and back into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .

“Ooooohhhhhh aaaahhhh” she moaned as she felt My Uncut Hindu Lund slide out of her until just the head was left in then thrusting back down all the way taking the wet Hindu meat back inside her red-hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I was caressing her back and shoulders as she became more violent with her wild Musalmān movements.

Pressing her mouth to mine again in a passionate ashvinātam kiss before falling onto her hands that she put down on the bed to stop her falling completely onto her back and risk hurting her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“Ooooohhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaahhhh yessssss!!!” she moaned as she continued sliding her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot deep and hard.

In this position, she had once more pushed out her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

I took full advantage and began stroking my palms across the smooth skin and hard nipples.

Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan’s mouth opened wide as she felt her ‘Durgesh darling’s hands on her erect firm superbly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

The new sensation caused her to grind harder on my Uncut Hindu Lund and throw her hair around wildly.

Pushing up again, she quickly moved her hands off the bed and around her ‘Durgesh darling’s back holding me tight for support as she felt herself begin to fall backwards.

She held me so tight and moved forwards so fast, my Uncut Hindu Lund thrust into her farther than ever before making her scream out in orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah yessssssss!!! Hhhmmmmmmm!!!”Zia Al Momināt Najmul Ħasan screamed as her juices flowed all over her ‘Durgesh darling’s Uncut Hindu Lund and thighs, onto the sheets of my bed.

Chapter 10

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