The Punishment to my enemy
An unwanted affair
Ammījān and her son 2
The next morning was hectic as usual.
I helped my kids get ready for school, cooked and packed their Tiffin’s, and saw them off when the school bus arrived. By that time, Muħammad Ålī was also ready.
He hurriedly ate his breakfast, and went out.
Father-in-law didn’t join us for breakfast.
He came out of his room much later. His eyes were red.
What was he doing last night? Was he fucking Muħammad Ålī’s Ammījān with his Uncut Hindu Cock while thinking about me?
My face turned crimson at the thought.
I cursed myself.
Why was I thinking such evil thoughts?
I must be losing my mind.
Father-in-law ate his breakfast silently.
After that, he immediately retired to his room.
The housemaid arrived little late that day.
I gave her instructions and she began mopping the floor.
I casually talked with her.
I kept glancing in the direction of my father-in-law’s room.
The doors were shut.
The housemaid finished her work and left.
I locked the front door and went back to the kitchen.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard his door open.
Father-in-law came out of his room. He was in his tahmed with a towel hanging over his shoulder.
He crossed the open courtyard and walked toward the common bath.
I avoided looking at him directly, I watched him go into the bathroom from the corner of my eyes.
For a Moment, yesterday’s event became alive before my eyes.
I shrugged my head trying to fend off the thought.
In a short while, I heard the sound of water.
Father-in-law was taking his shower. He took his shower and then silently went back to his room.
Relaxed, I got myself busy with my daily chores.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard him calling my name,
“Yes?” I replied unwillingly.
“Can you come over here?”
“No. Tell me what you want.” I shouted in a loud irritated voice.
He didn’t reply, instead he came out of his room and walked directly into the kitchen,
“I want to talk to you.”
“I don’t.” I was suddenly angry.
“Don’t be angry; we can talk this out.”
“I told you that I don’t want to talk to you.” I retorted in anger, “Get out.”
His face turned red with anger.
He was about to burst, but he controlled himself,
“Listen… Suraiyah… don’t be angry.”
“Get out of here.” I shouted at the top of my voice, “I haven’t told Muħammad Ålī anything yet, but if you don’t leave now, I’ll tell him today.”
His face dropped a little.
He stared at me.
“Get out.” I yelled again, feeling more confident, “Get out.”
His expressions changed suddenly.
His eyes became bloodshot with rage,
“You bitch.” He fumed, “No one talk to me like this in my house.”
Taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, I moved backward.
He lunged at me.
I tried to dodge him, but he was fast.
He grabbed my arm.
“What’re you doing? Let me go.” I cried, struggling to get free from his grip.
I tried to break his grip, unsuccessfully.
He took me to his room and dropped me on his bed.
“Now slut, what were you saying?” Tears of humiliation swelled in my eyes.
“What do you want?”
“To fuck you.” He gave me a lewd grin.
I was stunned that such crude words were coming from the mouth of my ‘father-in-law’.
“No, please let me go.” I tried to get off his bed; but he grabbed me again and pushed me back on his bed.
“I… I… will tell Muħammad Ålī.” As a final resort, I tried to threaten him hoping that it would work.
It made him even angrier,
“Listen you slut,” his voice suddenly filled with menacing tone, “Do you really think Muħammad Ålī can save you from me?”
I gave him a terrified look; nothing came out of my lips.
“Don’t have any misgivings… I can kick you all out of my house… right now. What would he do then?”
A morbid fear began to grip me.
“Muħammad Ålī’s good for nothing, you know that; you know it very well.” Father-in-law chewed every word he spoke, “If I kick you out, do you think he’ll be able to look after you?”
Tears began to stream down my cheeks,
“Please let me go, I’m like your daughter.” I pleaded.
“I can’t have any daughter, you slut,” his eyes were burning with an unfathomable lust, “I don’t have X Chromosomes even. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about you, from the day I first saw you naked.”
I stared at his lust filled face.
I didn’t know what he was talking about.
When did he see me nude?
I couldn’t recall.
“Listen… Suraiyah…” His voice was suddenly softer, “Just give me what I want. I’ll give you everything you need.”
“No, I can’t.” I sobbed, “Please let me go.” Deep in my heart, I was aware that he was probably correct.
With his delicate disposition, I doubted that he would be able to look after us if thrown out of his father’s house.
I dared not think what would happen if I had to move out of the house.
He sensed my resignation,
“What’s your decision?”
“What do you want?” I gave him a resigned look.
His lips spread in a leering smile,
“Still pretending… bitch.” He pushed me back on the bed.
He brought his hand between my legs.
He fumbled to locate the cord of my salwar and when he found it, he undid it.
He then grabbed the cloth and pushed it off my thighs.
“No… please don’t.” I cried in shame.
I closed my eyes in utter shame.
Tears rolled out of eyes and disappeared into my hair.
He pulled the salwar off my leg and tossed it aside.
I felt it groping at my knickers. Without waiting, he pulled them off too.
Durgesh then lifted the hem of my kurta and exposed my naked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I opened my eyes for a fraction of second.
His bulging eyes were glued to my exposed Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He was slowly wetting his lips with his tongue.
My face turned red with utmost shame and disgust.
I had never been so lecherously exposed even to my husband in my ten years of married life.
We fucked mostly with all the lights off.
Muħammad Ålī liked it that way and I never thought beyond that.
I couldn’t recollect many occasions when Muħammad Ålī had seen me completely naked.
I was lying on my father-in-law’s bed with my lower half completely bare, my father-in-law lustily gazing at my hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He had taken his Uncut Hindu Cock out of his tahmed and was stroking it with his left hand.
My heart was beating like a drum.
I crossed my legs in a vain attempt to hide my hairy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt from his lecherous Hindu gaze.
He watched this with an amazed look in his eyes.
His left hand still stroking his Uncut Hindu Cock , he undid his tahmed.
It fell on the floor.
I closed my eyes again.
I felt his hand roaming over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy slowly.
He forced my legs apart and spread them wide.
Then his fingers touched my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He spread my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
“Come on… enjoy it, Suraiyah!”
“I’m sure you’re not getting it for the first time.” He whispered in my ear and then laughed lecherously.
His fingers continued rummaging through my bushy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt,
“Oh… Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā … what a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy !” He muttered to himself.
He withdrew his hand from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and positioned himself between my wide spread legs.
He took his Uncut Hindu Cock in his fist and began running the inflated head over my slit.
My mind began to revolt again.
This place was reserved only for my beloved Musalmān husband, and now it was being violated so wantonly by none other than his own Hindu ‘father’.
“No!” I tried to push him back.
He laughed like a maniac and grabbed me again, pinning me on the bed.
I continued struggling but soon realized that I was no match for his brutal Hindu strength.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock head nudging between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips.
Durgesh leaned forward, brought my both hands together over my head and grabbed them with his right hand.
His left hand was now free.
His powerful Hindu legs pressed my struggling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān legs relentlessly, stifling my resistance. With his free hand, he gripped his Uncut Hindu Cock , and placed the tip at the entrance of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I felt my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips spread to accommodate the intruding Hindu organ.
He pushed forward.
His Uncut Hindu Cock entered mercilessly inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
His Uncut Hindu Cock must be too much thicker than Muħammad Ålī’s tool. The pain caused my eyes to open.
I found his face just above mine, staring into my eyes.
When he found me looking in his eyes, he smiled lewdly and gave a massive thrust.
His mammoth Hindu hardness tore into me.
“No… please,” I wailed with pain, “please take it out… it’s hurting.”
Durgesh laughed triumphantly, happy for his prized win,
“Stop crying, it’s already in dear.”
He bent his head and kissed me.
Then he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock until only the tip remained inside.
The pain eased a little.
I yelled again.
“Aah… Suraiyah darling… what a tight Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.” He gave me a lecherous grin.
Realizing that he would not listen to my cries; I resigned myself to my fate.
Durgesh fucked me harder and harder.
Slowly the pain began to ease off; my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt got adjusted to his savage Hindu thrusting.
His rough thrusting Uncut Hindu Cock tickled some unknown nerves and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy began to lubricate.
Durgesh had a kind of strange raw animal energy, which I had never felt before with Muħammad Ålī.
He was groaning and panting with effort.
His face and body were covered with perspiration.
Yet, he showed no sign of relenting.
Durgesh continued fucking my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, with every stroke, his humping got more and more ferocious.
He fucked me non stop all the rest of the day and night continuously.
I felt it was my real golden night.
Muħammad Ålī was a child in sex as compared with Durgesh.
Finally, Durgesh cried loudly, and plunged his Uncut Hindu Cock all the way inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swell inside me, jerk violently and spurt his hot molten Hindu seed inside the soft folds of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
It felt like a hot geyser opening inside me, inundating my soft enclave.
Completely spent, Durgesh slumped over me; his face pressed between my breasts which were still hidden beneath the kurta.
He was panting with the effort.
Surprisingly, I could also hear my own heavy breathing.
His Uncut Hindu Cock began to deflate inside me, but he made no attempt to take it out.
When he didn’t try to move away, I pushed him back.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock came out with a loud plop sound.
His thick Uncut Hindu Cock juice that was ’till now trapped inside, began to ooze out of my hairy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh collapsed on me.
I got off his bed hurriedly.
He looked at me with half opened eyes; did nothing to stop me.
I picked up my salwar and knickers from the floor.
Before coming out of his room, I turned back and looked at him.
His eyes were open, and he wore a lazy look.
His lips were spread in a winning smile as he watched me go out.
I entered my bedroom and rushed to the bathroom.
Quickly, I undressed by removing my kurta and bra.
I realized that my body was still trembling.
In a matter of minutes, my whole world had changed.
I had been raped by my husband’s Hindu ‘father’.
I didn’t know how I would face Muħammad Ålī tonight.
What would I tell him?
Could I tell him what his father did to me?
I sat on the bathroom floor, folded my leg close to my thighs and rested my head over my knees.
Tears began to streak down my eyes.
I knew that I could not tell Muħammad Ålī of what had happened with me.
I should have told him on the first occasion itself.
I cursed myself.
Now he wouldn’t take the news easily.
Although he loved me but he would not accept me for fucking his father.
No… I wouldn’t tell him.
I don’t know how long I stayed there.
Finally, I got up, and wiped my face clearing the tears from my eyes.
I washed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, then opened the bathroom door and came out.
Father-in-law was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom.
His legs were wide open, and he was sporting another massive erection.
In my rush, I had forgotten to lock my room’s door.
“You shouldn’t have left,” Durgesh smiled lecherously, “I still need you.”
Frozen with shock, I stared at him incredulously.
“Look,” he pointed toward his hard on, “He’s still hungry.”
“No… Not again.” I mumbled, “Please get out.”
He didn’t listen to me; rose from his position and came near to me.
“No… No…” I resisted.
Durgesh pushed me on the bed.
“I’ll tell Muħammad Ålī.” I said meekly.
“No… won’t.” He began stroking his already rigid Uncut Hindu Cock , “You tell Muħammad Ålī… and I’ll throw you out.”
I looked at him like a terrified kitten. Father-in-law sat on the edge,
“You’ll like it Suraiyah darling… believe me…you’ll like it.” His voice was suddenly soft, “I’ll make you very happy.”
“No… I can’t do it… please.” I made a meek effort to stop him.
“No but…” He gently brushed his hand over my wet bush. “Muħammad Ålī will never know about it… I promise you.”
I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.
Father-in-law began rubbing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I squeezed my thighs.
I was sure that his poking Uncut Hindu Penis must have sensed the twitching in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My face turned red.
I closed my eyes with shame.
I opened my eyes and stared at him.
He put his hand over my thigh and pushed.
As if, my body accepted his command, my knees fell apart, allowing him full view of my wet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy . Durgesh lustily gazed at my hairy slit while licking his lips.
With his free hand, he started stroking his bulging Uncut Hindu Cock.
His fingers massaged around my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and clit; my body began to buck with pleasure.
The copious secretion from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt began to ooze out, slowly seeping down to my puckered hole.
I wanted to stop him… wanted to move his hand off my clit.
I realized if he kept rubbing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like that, I would succumb to the pleasure and nothing would stop me from cumming.
I was slowly losing my self- control; my body responding more eagerly to his manipulations.
‘Get off you scum’ — I wanted to scream.
I opened my lips. All that came out was a loud whimper. “Ahhhhhhh…” I gave a long moan, my body became tense; my body reeled with a mind blowing orgasm.
I squeezed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt around his Uncut Hindu Penis tightly and went into total spasm.
Durgesh groaned happily.
Immediately, he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Penis and moved to between my legs.
He positioned himself and grabbed his Uncut Hindu Cock again in his fist.
I was mesmerized by the purple-colored, bloated Uncut Hindu Cock -head which had a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip.
Again, a silent battle ensued between my mind and body.
It stayed motionless… with fear or lust, I didn’t know.
His Uncut Hindu Cock nudged between my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.
Durgesh slowly pushed his Uncut Hindu Cock into me.
“No…” I cried; but my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt readily accepted the intruding Hindu organ.
I felt a gentle twinge, a faint memory of our previous fuck, as his Uncut Hindu Cock moved inside my slippery canal.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was completely buried in me with one smooth push.
Durgesh smiled happily, looking at me with his lust filled eyes,
“You like it darling… you like it.” He began fucking me again with long Hindu strokes.
I lay beneath him silently, receiving his gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
My own response was completely different from the first time.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was responding very eagerly.
“Suraiyah…” Durgesh spoke hoarsely.
“You like my Uncut Hindu Cock inside your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt… don’t you.”
“No… ahhh… ahhh…” My mind was reeling with pleasure, but I was not ready to accept it yet.
He was my rapist.
I didn’t do it willingly; he forced me to do it.
Grabbing my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and began fucking me harder.
In and out, in and out… his massive Uncut Hindu Cock bore into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , making it beg for more.
I didn’t realize when I started moaning.
Durgesh pumped harder and harder.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy clutched tightly around his Hindu shaft.
Durgesh was panting with the effort.
I thirstily waited for him to erupt inside me again.
48 hours later, he reached his climax.
I could not believe.
Yet, it was true.
Durgesh rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock inside for the final time.
His spitting Uncut Hindu Cock pumped hot Hindu cum deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
It drove me over the edge.
I dug my fingers into the material of bed sheet to prevent me fainting with rapture.
He emptied his balls deep, then slowly got off me.
His Hindu cum began to ooze out of my freshly fucked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I didn’t move, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful Moment.
When I opened my eyes, Durgesh was sitting on the edge of my bed.
He was gently stroking them.
He looked at me and smiled,
“Don’t say anything to Muħammad Ålī.” He was smiling, but the threat was very clear, “I’ll make you very happy.”
I gave him a delirious look, but didn’t speak.
He got up, gave a final pat to my naked thigh and went out of the room.
He didn’t even close the door behind him.
I watched him going, suddenly realizing that my bed was soaked because when he dragged me to bed, I was fresh out of the shower.
I didn’t feel any hurry.
I realized that I would never be able to tell the truth to Muħammad Ålī.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was sore when I went to my bedroom that night.
Muħammad Ålī arrived early that evening.
I served dinner to them– Muħammad Ålī, his father and the kids.
Father-in-law was very talkative.
He joked with the kids and discussed business with Muħammad Ålī.
He even advised him to bring some gift for me the next day.
During dinner, I avoided going out to the veranda and stayed mostly in the safety of my kitchen.
I was afraid to face my husband in front of his father.
I was worried that he would read on my face what had transpired between his Hindu ‘father’ and me during the day.
The kids were already asleep when I entered my bedroom.
Muħammad Ålī was awake–waiting for me.
I avoided eye contact, turned off the lights and silently slipped into the bed beside him.
I lay with my back toward him.
I felt his hand over me, and he pulled me into his arms.
“No… Not today… I’m tired.” I told him.
He didn’t seem to listen.
His hands began to explore my private parts, and he began to strip me.
I had no courage to stop him.
I lay there silently letting him remove my clothes.
Once I was completely naked, he began to strip.
Then I felt him between my legs.
His cut Cock tip nudged at my opening which was smarting due to morning fuck.
I wanted to ask him to stop, afraid that he would immediately come to know about my infidelity.
Muħammad Ålī tried to push his cut Cock into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
The tip forced against my sore inner lips.
He took it as a sign of acceptance, and he pushed harder.
It didn’t go inside.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was completely dry.
Failing to insert his cut Cock into me, he withdrew it and replaced it with his tongue.
His tongue entered my aching Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, and he began tongue fucking me.
I lay still under him while his tongue moved in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
His efforts began to pay off Moments later.
I felt the sensation and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy started lubricating.
Only then I realized why my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was hurting so much after the morning fuck.
When Durgesh fucked me in the morning; I was afraid and was not ready for the fuck.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was completely dry when he rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock in mercilessly, making it feel like a virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
I began to relish Muħammad Ålī’s slow tongue fucking.
Soon, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was dripping wet.
Muħammad Ålī withdrew his tongue and again planted the tip of his cut Cock at the dripping entrance of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
He pushed lightly.
His cut Cock moved easily into my slick Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy . He inched forward, slowly inserting the entire length of his cut Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , his balls coming to rest against my ass.
He began fucking me with a slow rhythm.
I enjoyed his deep rhythmic fucking. My mind drifted to my father-in-law. I tried to compare the two men who had fucked me.
Muħammad Ålī was a delicate lover, gentle and caring.
Fucking Muħammad Ålī always gave me an impression of being handled with utmost care.
He never rushed, never tried to force it, and always fucked me in slow and deliberate manner.
My morning experience with his Hindu father was exactly the opposite.
Durgesh was like an animal in bed, wild and savage.
He fucked me so hard that my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was still aching.
He didn’t bother to work my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy for some lubrication.
I felt disgusted when he began fucking me but when he finished; my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, although hurting from his animal onslaught, was silently begging for more.
I had never been fucked like that before.
Again, I recalled the morning fuck.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy began to ooze aplenty.
I moaned lightly.
Muħammad Ålī groaned happily hearing my muffled moans while his cut Cock sliced into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He was panting with the effort.
I felt ashamed for thinking about Durgesh while my husband was making love to me.
I shrugged myself out of my reverie and began humping back at the pistoning cut Cock .
Muħammad Ålī found me responding. He increased his pumping.
He was fast approaching his climax. Finally, he grunted loudly, and lunged forward.
He buried his cut Cock deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy and erupted inside me.
His cut Cock spurted again and again and flooded my womb with his love juice. Slowly, the jerking receded and then ceased altogether.
He gently pulled his soft cut Cock out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Breathing heavily, he rolled off me and slumped on my side.
I slipped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
I pissed and washed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt thoroughly, dried my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and wet bush with a towel.
Then I put my clothes on.
When I returned, Muħammad Ålī was snoring.
I lay beside him silently, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
In a single day, I had been fucked by two men.
Two different Cock s had deposited their seeds inside my womb.
I had been raped and loved on the same day.
Two people… so different from each other… one a gentle lover… the other like a wild animal.
I should hate the animal for what he did to me.
But, did I… really?
Today, something had changed inside me.
My body longed to relive that pleasure again, to feel that animal energy penetrating my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, the brutal thrusting and massive force of ejaculation inundating my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.
I squirmed on the bed, squeezing my thighs, trying to stop the sudden flow of wetness seeping from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
When I finally drifted to sleep, I was soaking wet between my legs.
The first thing I noticed in the morning was that the soreness was replaced by a very mild, gentle Prickling sensation, a faint reminder of what had transpired yesterday.
The morning passed in the usual way.
I sent the kids to school and cooked breakfast for Muħammad Ålī and his father.
Father-in-law came out of his room only when the breakfast was ready.
He looked fresh and gave me a nasty grin.
Red with embarrassment, I avoided his gaze, and served the breakfast.
They ate ravenously while I served the tea.
After breakfast, Muħammad Ålī changed and was ready for the shop.
He took instructions from his father, collected his Tiffin and went out.
I was now alone in the house.
Father-in-law had already retired to his room.
He was watching some news channel.
I could hear the sound of a news reader reading the morning news.
I paced in the kitchen; a strange nervousness gripped me.
My heart began to beat faster.
I expected him to come out of his room, grab me, take me to his room and fuck me hard.
I was suddenly flushed.
Holy shit…I cursed myself for my lustful thinking.
I must hate that Hindu for ruining my life…
the evil man who had violated me like an animal.
A fight within my conscience ensued.
My body responded in an entirely different way.
Someone knocked at the front door.
When I opened it, the housemaid was standing there.
To my surprise, I didn’t like her presence although it was her regular routine.
I accompanied her to the kitchen and gave her the instructions.
While she was busy mopping the floor, I stood by the kitchen door and looked in the direction of my Hindu father-in-law’s room.
He seemed busy listening to the morning news, but I was sure that he must be looking at me from some hidden corner.
The maid finished her work.
I walked her to the door and locked it.
I was breathing heavily.
Anytime now father-in-law would come out and grab me in his arms.
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt twitched with a strange anticipation.
“How can I do this?” I felt ashamed about my lewd thoughts.
I heard Shama cry.
I rushed to my bedroom, took her in my arm and breast-fed her.
She was soon asleep.
I came out of my room.
I picked up the noise of the shower running in the common bathroom.
“Suraiyah…” I heard Durgesh shout from the bathroom.
“I forgot my towel,” He said loudly, “Please give it to me.”
“Help yourself.” I realized that my voice was quivering.
“I am naked… can’t come out… please get it.” He shouted from the bathroom; I could feel the taunt in his voice.
I went to his room, took his towel from his bed and walked to the bathroom door.
I gently tapped on the door,
The door opened immediately.
I extended my hand with the towel while looking away from him.
“What’re you doing Suraiyah?… hand it properly.”
I turned my head.
“Look what happens to me every time I see you.” Durgesh smiled lecherously as he twitched his strong abdominal muscles to cause his Uncut Hindu Cock to bounce up and down.
I could not avoid looking at the thick Hindu rod that was swinging so majestically.
Durgesh moved forward, grabbed my hand and dragged me into his arms.
“Let me go.” I tried to resist unsuccessfully, “Please.”
The cold water from shower fell over our heated bodies.
I could feel his raging hard on poking into my belly through my wet clothes.
He began to take my clothes off.
“No… Please don’t.” I offered a half hearted resistance, “Let me go.”
Durgesh didn’t seem to listen to me.
One by one, he undid my kurta and salwar.
First, he pulled my kurta over my head.
He then unhooked my bra exposing my full breast and hard nipples.
He carelessly dropped the bra on the floor.
Shivering with shame, I cupped my tits in a frail attempt to hide my nudity from him.
He didn’t pay any attention and proceeded to undo my salwar.
Next Moment, my salwar was on the floor and I was standing there in nothing but my panties.
Durgesh groaned happily at my predicament, slipped his fingers into my panties and rolled them down my thighs.
Trembling feverishly, I covered my tits with one hand and tried to cover my bushy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with the other.
Durgesh’s lips spread in a lewd smile.
He took my hands and forced them apart exposing my tits and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
“You’re gorgeous, Suraiyah Jamāl.” His voice was hoarse with lust.
My body melted in his Hindu arms.
My swollen and hard nipples pressed against his Hindu chest.
I felt his erect Uncut Hindu Cock and balls rubbing against my tummy.
My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy was dripping with anticipation.
All thoughts of remorse suddenly evaporated.
I realized I was no longer nervous but ready.
He brought his Hindu lips down and kissed me.
I readily accepted his advance and returned his kiss.
His tongue probed my mouth as his hand kneaded the big halves of my ass.
We kissed passionately.
I had forgotten that it was totally forbidden for me.
If the truth came out, I would have no place in this society.
I would lose my husband, children… everything that life had given me so far.
I would become a pariah.
Nonetheless, in the heat of the Moment, none of this came to my mind.
All I wanted was that magnificent Uncut Hindu Cock plundering my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Durgesh seemed to understand my desire.
He took my hand and placed it over his Uncut Hindu Cock .
Under the falling water from the shower, it felt like a burning rod of steel, strong and thick.
He inserted a digit into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
I moaned with delight.
He fucked me with his finger.
His finger was thick, almost like a Uncut Hindu Cock .
My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt willingly accepted the intruding digit and clasped it in its velvety enclave.
I was breathing hard with passion.
His moving finger inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was doing miracles, causing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to beg for more.
I felt my warm Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juices soaking his finger.
He drove me crazy with desire.
I desperately wanted his thick rigid Hindu tool between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy lips.
Durgesh brought his mouth to my soft nipples.
I realized that if I didn’t let him fuck me, I would die of my extreme desire.
“Ahhhhhhhhh…” I heard myself moaning.
I wanted to tell him that it felt so good, but the words got stuck in my mouth.
Durgesh alternated between my tits, kissing both nipples one by one.
He gave equal attention to each of my tits.
His sucking became rougher.
I began to whimper and squirm; my hand tightly squeezed and released his Uncut Hindu Cock .
He let go my tits and began kissing me on my stomach.
I felt his tongue probing into my belly button.
His tongue moved further down toward the hairy mound of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .
Then I felt my tongue sliding over his bushy Hindu groins.
It was an entirely new experience.
For a second, I thought that I would die with rapture.
Muħammad Ålī had never kissed me down there where Durgesh was kissing now.
I had never enjoyed the bliss of oral sex though I was vaguely aware of the fact that some people do things like that.
“What… what are you doing?” I moaned– never wanting him to stop.
My body shuddered as a sudden flash of pleasure shot through my body.
I arched my back and cried out.
My thighs were trembling violently.
My hand fumbled to hold something on the wall to prevent myself from collapsing.
I raised my hands and groped for the shower’s pipe.
I grabbed it with both hands.
Supporting my load against the pipe, I spread my legs further.
I was afraid I might come before Durgesh even started fucking me.
I squirmed my thighs.
I wondered how Durgesh would fuck me as there wasn’t enough space in the bathroom.
I expected him to take me out to his bedroom.
However, Durgesh had other plans.
He pushed the bucket and a small plastic tub to one corner, then grabbed me by my hips and helped me settle on the limited space on the bathroom floor.
It was an awkward position as my legs were high and resting against the wall.
He positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself.
I watched deliriously as he lowered his Hindu waist.
I felt his fingers holding his Uncut Hindu Cock as he fumbled at the opening.
He found the right place and planted the tip.
Then he pushed forward.
His thick Uncut Hindu Cock moved easily in my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.
He didn’t have to make any further efforts as my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was well lubricated.
Durgesh lowered his hips until the entire length of his Uncut Hindu Cock was buried inside me.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
1: Of my Musalmān friends
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, though I’m fascinated about your navel, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs and ass, I wanted to see your navel only. Already you showed me your navel. This is enough for me. But still I feel horny when I talk with you about your sexual life.”
“I am also feeling hot Durgesh.”Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, how many times your husband fucks you in a day?” I asked her an extreme question.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t show her shock on her face now, smiled at me naughtily and asked,
“Do you really require to know it, Durgesh?”
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to know how many times my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting fucked, in a day.”
“Twice in a day Durgesh, twice in a day. He will fuck me, until I get satisfied.” she closed her eyes.
I laid her on the bed, opened her saree from her hips, and teased her navel by my finger.
I inserted my finger in her deep navel and asked her,
“Will he lick your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?”
“Yes, sometimes, Durgesh.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in heaven when she talked like this, and I asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, all the youngsters in our colony are eying on you, you know?”
“Hey, what are you saying? I am not that much beautiful.”
“But they are mad on your ass. They want to see your navel at least once.” I added.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is still uncomfortable now and she was shy to get all this comments from her Hindu Nandoī.
Her cheeks became red.
“Yes, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, they love to see your ass shake, when you walk in saree. They count it too.” I increased her horniness, deliberately.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me with unbelievable eyes.
Because she was waiting for this complement for long years, but she is highly satisfied now and felt hot really.
“They opened my eyes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. I am squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis on you for last 10 years thinking about your sexy moon hip and your huge round buttocks.” I made circle around her deep navel with my finger.
She moaned and enjoyed this.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love to lick your navel.”
She didn’t reply me.
She was lying in closed eyes.
I kissed her navel, licked and sucked it for 45 minutes.
She moaned heavily, shook her hip in sexy way, and I caressed her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
“Durgesh, it’s enough. Durgesh, leave my navel.” She moaned with pleasure.
“I want to see you nude, your up and downs Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I squeezed her navel.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked by this and told me,
“No, Durgesh, I should not be nude in front of you.”
“Promise. I will not fuck you Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I asked once again.
She was surprised of my strange questions.
Without expecting her reply, I pulled her saree away from her waist.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah felt everything is going out of her control, as I trapped her one by one.
First saree, then blouse, then bra.
Finally, I came to her panty.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t stop me.
But she turned back, when I removed her panty.
Her ass was up.
Now Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is completely nude in front of me with her naked great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
She didn’t expect I would make her nude.
She felt shy and closed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy,
“Durgesh, don’t look at your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. I should not show to you. Please.”
She deplored and begged me not to see her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
She stood from the bed and was ready to run away from me.
But I knew how to take off her hand.
I also became nude and kept my rod in 90 degrees.
Then I went back to her and saw her huge mountain Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Now Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me with frightened eyes and requested me not do anything in her ass.
But I didn’t listen to her.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is really nice. When you walk, your ass makes me mad. So I like to see how your bare ass shakes when you walk. Today you should not wear any dress Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. We are alone here. Only you and me, none else. You should be completely nude. I am going to enjoy the shakes of your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, hip and huge round extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks. See, I’m not fucking you, neither in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, nor in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass. I’m keeping my promise. The only thing I want to is, to appreciate your outstanding Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty. Can’t you do only that for me? For your Hindu Nandoī? You’ve to do nothing more what you haven’t already done for me. Let’s stay nude, darling.”
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me to leave her,
“Durgesh, I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and some other man’s wife. I should not show my nude body particularly my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and ass to you. Since you want to see me nude all over the day, It is impossible. If anyone knows this, my life will be miserable. Please Durgesh; Leave your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. Please!” She deplored.
I respected her feelings and after that I didn’t force her.
Then I took her to movie and beach.
She was very happy all over the day and she thanked me.
As our parents returned from the marriage in the night, I didn’t get any chances of teasing my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sexy assets.
Everyone should be proud of having such homely sexy hot ladies.
I am proud of my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, because she doesn’t want to cheat her husband.
I was trying to fuck her but she didn’t want to cheat her husband.
I was sad after this incident and the Next day morning-
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was ready to go ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’.
She was in a fantastic saree looking gorgeous.
But again, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told she is still hot and her stomach makes trouble.
So I wanted to use this opportunity. I went to her and told her “Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, unless you apply oil in your cute ass hole, you can’t get relief.”
“Allah, Durgesh , tell some other treatment.”
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there is one more treatment, I tell you.”
Then I saw her, she was looking like an angel, holding books on her breast.
We were standing in the kitchen.
I suddenly bent down and lifted her saree.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked when her saree is suddenly lifted by me.
before she realized the things, I lifted her saree above her waist, and within a second I slide her red panty down to her knee.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this sudden attack on her ass hole.
She felt current flow in her ass hole.
She became mad and she loved the pleasure, Spread over her ass hole.
So, it was this way.
I still separated her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks further and saw her open ass hole.
Then madly I started touching her glory hole with my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Penis head.
When I touched her hole, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deeply moaned with pleasure, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaah,aa,aa,ahhh,mmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa.”
She was not able to stand.
We forgot about everything.
I touched her ass hole with it for 35 minutes.
She moaned heavily, and I found some sound near kitchen.
I left her saree down and stopped the touching session.
Yes, my Pitr’shrī came to kitchen.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was breathing heavily and I told him,
“Pitr’shrī, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is not feeling well. Let her go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ in the afternoon.”
He told her to take rest.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah immediately ran to her room.
After some time, I went to her room.
She was sitting on the bed.
She was silent and was thinking something seriously
Seeing me, she stood up and told me,
“Durgesh, please don’t touch my ass hole with your Uncut Hindu Penis head. dont make me your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān slut, Durgesh,please. I may ask you to fuck me. Allah, it’s enough. Please, dont do anything further.” she begged me.
I saw my frightened Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there are only two options. You have to allow me to fuck you. Otherwise, allow me to apply oil in your ass. Otherwise, you can’t get permanent relief. As you are a married Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, it’s your choice to choose the remedy or do nothing and keep suffering from pain.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me with frightened eyes.
“If you need me, you are most welcome in my room.” I said gravely and marched out of her room.
She ran behind me to stop me.
I stopped, and controlled myself.
She held my arm and brought me back to her room, almost forcibly.
“It’s—it’s constantly twitching there and becoming more and more unbearable.” She told me.
She showed her ass to me.
It was looking in great shape in saree.
I touched her ass, squeezed it for some time, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying this with closed eyes, then I did that.
Yes, I slapped her ass.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahaa.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed with pain in her ass.
She shook her ass twice because of my slap,
“Durgesh, Aaaaaaaaaaaahaa, Durgesh, why are you slapping? Aaaaa it is paining Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed.
Again, I slapped her ass heavily.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass cheeks were vibrating because of my spank.
Her saree became hot because of my slaps.
This time Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kept her hands on her ass and begged me to not to slap more.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have other way.
She needed to surrender to my treatment.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me,
“Durgesh, don’t do anything more than that. We will be in trouble Durgesh. Allah, What I will do?” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deplored.
Then I assured her I would not do anything without her permission.
Then I took coconut oil bottle and saw her.
My sexy homely Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kneeled down and stood in doggy style.
Now her ass was up.
I enjoyed this scene and told her to keep her face on the bed.
She was wearing a green flowered thin saree.
She was looking very sexy in this posture.
Her pallu was apparently out of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, and I saw her hanging huge round Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs over her jacket now.
I understood she is not wearing bra.
She was waiting for the treatment.
I thanked Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, and did that.
Yes, I held the border of her down saree.
I slowly lifted up with lot of my Hindu lust for her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah closed her eyes as air was passing on her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.
I slowly lifted her saree over her ass and finally kept her saree on her jacket.
Now, my beautiful Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was showing her just before ‘touhed’ ass to me.
Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, It was unbelievable.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass in front of me, my Uncut Hindu Cock is about to cum.
I slide down her red panty again and threw it out.
Now fresh air touched her ass.
I am in heaven.
I made myself nude and I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She didn’t know this and she was eagerly waiting for my treatment.
I slide her ass cheeks and saw her cute shivering ass hole.
As I kept my hands on her ass, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass hole was shivering.
It was a marvelous sight of seeing my own sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s long awaited sweet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole.
Without wasting any time, I kept my Uncut Hindu Penis on her butt hole and fastly ‘touched’ it again.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her ass for a minute with sudden pleasure and started moaning aaaaaah mmmmmmmmm.
I loved her moaning and touched her ass hole violently.
Now her secret butt hole was on my Uncut Hindu Penis for second time.
I took her complete ass hole on my Uncut Hindu Penis and ‘touched’ it for 30 minutes.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with pleasure and shook her ass to and fro with the pleasurable pain.
After touching her hole for 30 minutes, I poured oil in her ass hole.
When I inserted my Uncut Hindu Penis inside her ass hole, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with pleasure and saw me with frightened eyes.
I consoled her and asked her not to worry. She’d be cured. It’s sex therapy and I’m a successful Sex Therapist.”
My Uncut Hindu Cock there, became hot hotter hottest.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed with pain.
It was a great sight to see my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah showing her secret Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole to me for filling oil in her hole.
Then I removed my Uncut Hindu Penis from her hole.
Now her ass hole got closed.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kept on moaning aaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Ammīiiiiiiiii Yā Allaaaaaaah!
I asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, how do you feel now?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with lots of pleasure.
I feel cool in my ass hole Durgesh, Aaaaa it’s very cold, Aaaaa.
I told her to keep her ass hole exposed to air for an hour.
She agreed for that.
Then I came in front of her with my erect Uncut Hindu Cock.
After seeing my Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah got shocked by seeing my Uncut Hindu Cock’s form without taking her eyes from it.
Then what she thought I don’t know she deplored not to do anything more, please Durgesh,
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I need air for my Uncut Hindu Cock. That is why I am nude now, don’t be afraid.”
I sat on the bed and started enjoying the view of my precious Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass for an hour.
Then I told her to lie on the bed as her ass was facing upwards for an hour.
I left to my room because my father may get doubt if I spent more time in Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
After one hour, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was very bright and she told to my Ammī Ħuzoor,
“I am alright.”
She thanked me and smiled at me.
“Is your ass hole ok?” I enquired her.
“It is fine.”
She dressed up well in a brown designer saree and was looking gorgeous.
I told her,
“ Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are really superb and hot. If still you feel hot, put some ice cubes in your ass hole.”
She smiled and asked me to do it in the night.
Then she left to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’.
I was waiting for the night.
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah called me within one hour.
I was surprised.
I was jumping, and attended the call.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was talking in sexy voice, “Hī, Durgesh, how are you?”
I asked her what Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, why suddenly?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was silent in opposite end and after some time she told with shyness,
Wow, I jumped with happiness.
My uncut Hindu rod became hot
Finally, my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah has surrendered her great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole to me.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I also was thinking about your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass only. I’ve cured you, darling. But now I too need you very much.”
“Durgesh, I am coming there. Durgesh, I can’t be here for a minute. I want your Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole, in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, wherever, Allah, your Hindu sex penetrations make me mad, forgive me Allah. Durgesh, fuck me Durgesh, please. Will you fuck me?”
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am always ready to bang you. You are most welcome to my Uncut Hindu Penis, my darling.”
“Forever, Durgesh? Forever?”
“Yes, my dearest, till we both exist.” I smiled, “Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am ready to drill your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. I will fuck you till you cry. I will make your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole wild.” I deplored.
I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund, my greatest tool in my sex therapy, the other Sex Therapists didn’t and couldn’t own.
Within next 30 minutes, my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in my bed.
She was completely nude and begged me to fuck immediately.
I saw the Uncut-Hindu-Cock-starved homely Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and widened her legs.
Kissed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Fucked her with great pleasure.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, screamed.
Her sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body was in vibration.
I squeezed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, squeezed and kissed her nipples, and fucked her 3 times within the night.
No one had any doubt on us.
After dinner, I went to her room.
She asked me to fuck her in her ass.
I fucked in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole like a horse.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was crying because of pain and pleasure inside her ass Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole, but still she was keeping her ass up.
I fucked her violently.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was completely satisfied with my strong Hindu fuck and she kissed me all over.
She thanked me for the pleasures I gave to her.
“My husband never touched my ass hole, but I was expecting the day of my ass hole’s inauguration, when you ‘touched’ my ass hole. I lost everything to you. I became slut for you, Durgesh, my Hindu Nandoī, Fuck me all over the years Durgesh, and bang my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole daily.”
She moaned, deplored and finally I fucked in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth too.
When we slept, we don’t know.
My parents thought my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is teaching something to me.
But the real thing is I was teaching her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
There onwards, we started enjoying the sex in our house whenever we get chance.
I was continuously fucking her, keeping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān holes engaged.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah loved my Uncut Hindu Cock’s length and its speed.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was lying nude in front of me all days when others go out.
I fucked her like a slut.
Now she is addicted to my ass fuck.
Every day morning, after wearing saree she will come to me, show her ass hole and get ass fucked.
Then only, she will go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ for her speech.
I will throat fuck her at anytime.
She enjoyed it.
And she is enjoying it.
One day she told me about her long fantasy.
First I was stunned.
I didn’t accept it.
It was highly perverted and dangerous.
Yet, she didn’t understand and was quarreling with me.
“Well, I’m not your wife. I’m wife of your sala. Never try to act my husband. We are lovers and lovers only. Never husband and wife. I don’t need a Hindu husband. They are tremendously possessive. Now, once free, I want to enjoy my life my own way. Do you cooperate with me, as I’ve cooperated with you?”
“Okay, Saali, have your own way and suffer, as you please!” I had to surrender ultimately.
We planned to go to a shopping mall.
She smiled naughtily, and strictly told me, we should go in bus only.
I looked at her angrily.
She was immensely perverted now.
After dressing, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came to me and told,
“Durgesh darling, I am ready.”
After seeing her, I opened my mouth.
Oh Eīshān, what a beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch she is.
Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān shape was still killing me, though I’m fucking her now almost 24×7 on this or that pretext.
She was in a double color saree with maroon and brown combination, with matching blouse, looking hot.
As she told me, she had not worn bra.
So her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs were bulging out from her blouse that can be clearly visible from one side.
Those single huge round hanging boob is enough to make my Hindu tool hot.
I smiled at her and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful in this saree.”
We both came out from our house and walked towards the bus stand.
I know by this time many of my Hindu friends will be there in the street.
So let them celebrate my winning today.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was walking like my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bride.
Her head was looking down.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is killing me still now, my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān darling. Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , why are you shaking your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass like this?”
“Durgesh, you Hindu rascal, don’t make me wet. Stop it.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah scolded me, but she could not control her smile on my comment.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cheeks became red.
Yes, we entered into the street that I expected.
After seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah with me, everyone became steady and they made all their friends steady.
They all were checking her.
I was going behind her.
Slowly Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah to reveal her navel, despite my repeated objections.
She insisted to display her cute deep round navel.
It was her perverted fantasy she was dying to see coming true.
Apparently, with lots of shyness, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, finally flaunted her navel to sun light.
Yes, She displayed her navel openly to everyone.
Yet, she was walking innocently.
Her head was down.
As she kept her mid riff just above her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, the saree came through her hip made the mid riff in such V like shape, it was deep down from her round yummy deep navel.
She gave a real feast to those saree lovers.
They saw her thoppul.
They were very tensed.
All of their eyes were pointing in the same place, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s big Saåūdī Årab Musalmān navel.
Some of them were touching and shaking their Uncut Hindu Penis.
How perverted her fantasy was.
I was controlling myself with hard effort.
After all, it was her treasure, how could I stop her from its display?
I remembered Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
Even my father could not stop her.
The Hindus were talking with each other about her navel, without taking away their eyes from her.
I became very hot and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your thoppul made them crazy. They all are enjoying your navel.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying the things happening.
She was in complete shyness apparently though.
We reached the bus stop.
All those guys were following us and they were just behind her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Some were checking her ass, some on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, and some on her navel.
She was looking like a hot Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch that day.
I know it was always crowded.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was standing and she was surrounded by those hunks.
I was watching her near the door.
She was seeing me with NOT frightened eyes.
I cooled her, nevertheless, and even told her not to worry.
It was her fantasy after all she insisted on.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah lifted her both hands to hold the steel bar for balance.
And this was what everyone needed.
Now her thoppul was exposed to everyone.
Her thoppul was shivering.
She was in a position to close her eyes.
I can’t express the perverted scene.
Her navel was completely abused by them.
They squeezed her navel, squeezed her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and they made her ass collide.
They were bonding Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass as they do with chapatti pindi.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in her extremely perverted heaven.
She never experienced this pleasure.
No sane girl has, neither wanted ever to have.
Yet, she loved it.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became wet now.
Soon we got down from the bus and went inside the famous crowded shopping mall.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah adjusted her saree and we went fast.
And finally disappeared from the hunks who abused Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Then what about her hanging breasts?
Yes, Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs got squeezed by many Hindu hands when she was checking the sarees.
There were so many saree lovers.
They understood Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel is deep and round.
And her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is extremely wild and D shaped.
Seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hanging Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, they easily understood this bitch needs to be squeezed and abused.
They did their maximum.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah got aroused by this and she was completely wet.
I saw her horny face and she was ready to a good fuck now.
As her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, navel and ass got continuously squeezed, she was not able to control herself, begged me,
”Durgesh, take me somewhere. fuck me Durgesh, Allah, fuck me right now.”
I expected this also.
But I thought of fucking her in home.
But at any time she may lost her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy to anyone who was handling her ass and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
So I just took her to a last ladies bathroom, lifted her saree and fucked her for ten hours nonstop in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole.
At this continuous fuck, she had orgasm 16 times, and enjoyed this heavy Hindu fuck followed by the abusing.
Her husband, Muħammad Åbdullah returned after 6 months only.
What a caring and loving husband he was!
Until that time, I fucked her at least thrice in a day and made her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān holes big.
We really enjoyed our life.
She loves me a lot.
She is caring on my Uncut Hindu Cock and me.
I promised her I will fuck at least once in a day even, when I fuck someone else too.
She also promised me, she will give her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hole to me, even when her Musalmān husband is present in home.
Till now, we are enjoying the hard fucking and we will.
There was no differentiation of any kind. We all noticed that Fātimah Muħammad was completely growing by the mother’s looks.
What a mother, you know now,very well.
She looked exactly like Åāýéshah Muħammad did in her younger days.
Of course, I had always found Åāýéshah Muħammad very sexy.
Although I had maintained a very pure relation with Åāýéshah Muħammad, inspite of my great attraction towards her sexiness, the purity couldn’t survive long.
I could not bear it any longer with Fātimah Muħammad who looked none different and who was now growing sexier as she was entering her adolescence.
Sexier than even Åāýéshah Muħammad?
I must admit that I had been cheating on my friend Muħammad by fondling on Fātimah Muħammad’s private parts right since she was 8 years old.
But I did not want her to be another Åāýéshah Muħammad.
So, it was necessary to quench her abnormal lust for sex ab initio.
Her other Ammis were supporting her real Ammi Åāýéshah Muħammad, not her, knowingly or unknowingly.
Khadijah Muħammad was Muħammad Åbdullah’s second wife, was very beautiful, A mind flowing hotty.
She married my close friend Muħammad Åbdullah three years back.
It was love marriage, and she belonged to a well-settled family.
Nevertheless, she was working as an airhostess at that time.
As both the families were wealthy, they happily got married.
Sālī Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, called me to fire,
“Durgesh, is it right, Muħammad Åbdullah is bringing a second wife for him?”
“Ammī Ħazrat, they love each other, and it’s their life.”
“Promise me, if she needs extra marital sex, you’d provide her.”
“You’d control her control her sex life too, as you are controlling the sex life of my 16 beauties without brain daughters, and my daughter in law Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah can control the sex life of his wives.”
“Please, don’t punish that damn fool for his anti Hindu outrageous views.”
“Ammī Ħazrat, Muħammad Åbdullah is my friend and sālā, both. He planned that I should have sex with his all the 16 extremely beautiful real sisters.”
“Don’t give him credit for it. He used you.”
“He is a great, extremely responsible brother for his nudist sisters, but he is a hell of a friend. He cheated you. He is too selfish when it comes to his love for his sisters.”
“The Muslims were always better brothers, than Hindus, Ammī Ħazrat!”
Ammī Ħazrat Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah looked up at me at once.
She was sitting on a chair and I was standing in front of her, obediently.
Yes, I was attracted to her sexually but she was a great mother for her entire seventeen children.
Muħammad Åbdullah was a great brother, a great friend, a great Musalmān, a great human being even if he was not a great husband.
“What?” Ammī Ħazrat, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was all-alert all of a sudden, “What did you say?”
“The Muslims were, and still are, always better brothers, than Hindus, Ammī Ħazrat!” I repeated gravely, “Never forget, Rānī Karmvatī/Karuñāvatī sent Raxā Bandhan to Humayu, not to some Hindu king.”
“Why had she chosen Humayu as her brother, instead of some Hindu king?”
Ammī Ħazrat, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was looking at me gravely, even somewhat surprised now.
“Yes,” She smiled, “please, continue. You are doing very well. Whenever you are in this mood, I understand why Muħammad Åbdullah can’t hate you as a Hindu, while he hates other Hindus very much, even to the extent that he becomes irrational and impossible. I find even the worst communal Muslims, respect you, Durgesh, and even love you more than their own sons.”
“You’d have been a great human being, Durgesh, if Kħadījah, your Ammī Ħuzoor, hadn’t brought you up nude among her countless nude nieces, and Vishvās Shakr Mānav, your Pitr’shrī, wasn’t so mad for your Ammī Ħuzoor, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb.”
“Well, Ammī Ħazrat, my services are needed more as a Sex Therapist than as a moral thinker. I acknowledged already, we Hindus are better in sex, but the Muslim were, and still are, always better in morals.”
“Suraiyah Jamāl also agrees with you, my son.”
“I’m sorry about Suraiyah Jamāl, Ammī Ħazrat.”
“Oh, are you?”
“Ammī Ħazrat, she needed sex very much for her healthy survival.”
“So you raped her?”
“Her husband himself requested me.”
“What?” Ammī Ħazrat almost jumped. She looked at me incredulously, “I—I can’t believe you.”
“You have his mobile number. You were interested in his welfare. Talk him yourself.”
“Now?”She looked at me incredulously.
“If you call him later, you may suspect me that I blackmailed him to state to you, as I wanted.”
“I—I’d really call him. Don’t bluff me.”
“By all means. Go ahead. Call him before I’ve an opportunity to prepare him.”
She sucked my Hindu Penis even at that age, as she had seen her Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad; sucking her father’s penis.
Fātimah Muħammad played Abbū Ammī with me, me being Abbū and she being Ammī, of course.
I was horrified when she sucked my Hindu Penis first time.
I was instantaneously awake.
“Fātimah!” horrified I, asked her, “What are you doing? What are you doing?”
“Playing Ammī with you.” Fātimah Muħammad went on sucking me, “You play Abbū.”
“No darling, you should not do it. Leave my organ.”
“Hihihi. It’s not organ. It’s your lund.”
“Ammī calls it lund when she sucks Abbū’s.”
“Fātimah! Leave it.”
“No, kiss my Musalmān Choot.”
“Fātimah! You are”
“Kiss my Musalmān Choot. Otherwise I’ll bite on your Hindu Lund.”
It went on to the extent that even now when she grew up she could not still feel any difference in doing the same.
I was unable not to doubt her Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad; that she did it knowingly.
Muħammad was so devoted to Islam that he always refused to understand how sexiest his wife Åāýéshah Muħammad was.
She always grabbed and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis on this or that pretext.
She always kissed me on my lips whenever she could get the opportunity.
Her trick had worked well.
She was so innocent to the evils of the world that she never knew if anyone was seducing her due to her sex appeal. She would go and sit in anyone’s lap and let that person do anything with her.
Her parents had noticed this and grounded her within the four walls of the house.
The only person Fātimah Muħammad was allowed to meet was me.
Muħammad and Åāýéshah Muħammad never would have imagined that I am Fātimah Muħammad’s biggest victim.
Muħammad used to go early in the morning to work and return home late in the evenings.
Åāýéshah Muħammad entrusted Fātimah Muħammad so much to me that often Åāýéshah Muħammad even went to her own mother’s house that is a couple of miles away from our house and stayed there for some days sometimes.
Fātimah Muħammad used to love coming to my side of the house and watch TV or play video games etc.
We are typical middle class people. Hence as the usual tradition in such homes, Fātimah Muħammad always wore a frock and a petticoat inside it.
These kinds of petticoats are more like sleeveless frocks only, just a little shorter in length, i.e. above the knees. Fātimah Muħammad as per tradition stayed only in the petticoat while at home.
Of course, as her Muslim breasts started blossoming she had learnt to wear bras also.
But with me, she was still like a child.
She used to come and just land in my laps and force me to cuddle and cajole her as I did when she was a child.
This is just what Åāýéshah Muħammad had expected, that she should continue to want to be cajoled in the same way as I always did.
Right from her childhood, I was compelled even to stroke her thighs and stomach and the chest at that time when it had not blossomed.
Over the last two years, even I enjoyed feeling the developing size of her tits.
They had grown to be 36B.
Now her actual figure was around 36-26-38.
I had also got her used to being felt in the Muslim Pussy area so that when the right time comes she will have nothing to fuss about.
Very soon, it was announced that Åāýéshah Muħammad is expecting the second child.
It was Åāýéshah Muħammad’s second month of pregnancy.
Since that time, Åāýéshah Muħammad went to her mother’s place to be looked after and Muħammad also spent much of his time there.
Fātimah Muħammad used to visit them once in a while, but preferred to stay more with me.
She was perfectly trained for it till now by her own Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad.
Fātimah Muħammad said she got bored with all of them there.
Now most of the time Fātimah Muħammad and I were alone at home.
I had always been feeling Fātimah Muħammad’s every part secretly whether she realised the purpose of it or not.
She forced me to do it, impelled by her Ammī.
But she couldn’t wait any longer to actually show her parts bared and naked and to have sex with me.
Her sexiest Ammī had her own planning to catch her red handed with me and blackmail me to fuck herself too.
There couldn’t have been a better time than this.
She didn’t want to lose this golden opportunity of getting to fuck me by her sweet darling baby Fātimah Muħammad. One day as she usually came and landed in my laps, I again placed my hands on her silky thighs.
She insisted on it.
She was in her usual type of old white soiled petticoat.
It was nothing new for her even when my hands advanced towards her panty and then up her stomach leading to the bra and tits.
For the first time I pushed my hands under the bra and felt the tenderness of her fresh ripe Muslim boobs.
She didn’t react to that.
Then I raised her petticoat all the way upto the neck and then tried to push it off over her head.
It got stuck in the head as she was moving her arms trying to keep the petticoat on.
With the petticoat still stuck in her neck, she sweetly asked me,
“Uncle, why did Ammī ask me to make you remove my petticoat?”
It was an innocent question.
She did not understand the vulgarity behind this act.
Her Ammī had explained to her,
“My sweet child, I’ve heard there is a very dangerous disease in town. If anyone has yellow colour spots in the skin that person can die. That’s why ask your uncle just to check if there are any such marks on your body. It will only take a few minutes”.
She got scared and said,
“Ok Uncle, please check my skin quickly. I hope I don’t get any such disease because I want to see Ammī’s new baby. I wonder if it will be a brother or sister for me”. Saying this she herself took off the petticoat and again got busy watching the TV allowing me full liberty to scan her entire irresistibly hot body. After that, she didn’t at all interrupt any actions of mine.
Her Ammī had engineered the events adeptly to the extent.
She knew my psychology very well.
Her body was also getting terribly hot and sweating thoroughly.
Her armpits were soaking wet in sweat.
I unleashed the bra and in a very graceful way slid the bra straps away from her shoulders.
In her typical innocent style, she helped me remove the bra from her arms, put it on the floor and got back to watching TV.
She was watching some cartoon serial on Cartoon Network channel. That could keep her involved all 24 hours because it’s her favourite channel.
Her whole upper portion was bare naked sitting ignorantly on my lap.
I was dying to see her tits from the front.
But decided to eradicate the panty as well and then feast on her 100% nudity.
Then my hands went to the front towards the Muslim Pussy.
But instead of fingering her Muslim Pussy, I expanded the elastic band of the panty wide enough for her to pass through easily and pulled the whole panty all the way down her satin legs.
Co-operatingly she stood while I was dragging the panty down and then sat back on my lap childishly.
Now that she had again settled on my lap, I took all the time surveying her neck back and buttocks closely and even kissing and licking at times.
Once again she asked why I was kissing and licking.
I told her that this was the only cure for the yellow spot disease in case it is not visible.
I assured her that I had better do it all over her body just to avoid any risk. She agreed fully with me and didn’t bother again.
A lot of all this preparation to seduce her seemed to be going well so far.
But I needed her finally to stop watching the TV and enjoy the sex.
So I told her that it is also important that the patient should not get distracted when the healer is using this technique.
The patient should concentrate fully.
She looked at me sadly and turned off the TV.
Then I requested her to let me survey her frontal parts.
Smilingly she stood upfront before me with her belly sticking in my face.
I slowly raised my head to get the first erotic view of her fresh ripe Muslim boobs.
They were sticking out firmly in perfectly round shape topped with the most delicate light pink nipples that had hardened with the sensations I had been giving her all this time.
I was quite shocked but came to terms with myself that a sixteen-year-old girl can’t be all that ignorant in these matters.
I simply winked at her and said,
“Hmmm, so you knew it all the time?”
I laughed and said,
“Who are the ‘they’?” I smiled.
“My Ammī, my Buās, my Kħālās, my cousins, my friends all of them.”
After that, I didn’t want to waste any more time talking, neither did she.
The latter was all in utter silence with mutual understanding.
She was lying flat on the floor with her face up, hands thrown away and legs spread wide.
I brought my face to her feet and started kissing on her soles and toes.
This was the first closest possible view I ever had of her Muslim Pussy.
It was also so delicate and tender, absolutely smooth and clean with not a single hair on it.
My finger dug hungrily into the opening of Fātimah Muħammad’s Muslim Cunt.
She never had sex before, in her life; but seemed to know all about it.
Her sexiest Ammī had already graduated her for the well-arranged occasion with me.
So she moaned greedily asking for more pushing the Muslim Pussy upwards to help my finger get in deeper.
She cried a little in pain but adjusted well to the circumstances.
She grabbed my hands and persuaded me to squeeze her fleshy Muslim boobs.
My hands got busy enjoying the soft flesh of the Muslim boobs while I brought my head up to her face, kissed, and licked her whole face like a big mushroom.
We fucked and fucked untiringly the whole day long till nightfall.
This was just the beginning.
After that, the next couple of weeks we tried out new experiments by collecting new styles from sex magazines etc.
Two months later her mother Åāýéshah Muħammad was still in the fourth month of pregnancy when it was discovered that Fātimah Muħammad is also pregnant of two months bearing my baby!
The news spread the whole town like wild fire.
Quite obviously, Muħammad and Åāýéshah Muħammad were most ashamed of me taking advantage of their daughter but they were also worried of her future.
They knew that with such a reputation Fātimah Muħammad would never find a proper groom to marry her.
So instead of getting angry with me, Muħammad begged and asked me if I would marry her.
I saw him in a very emotionally weak position.
So I tried to explain to him that actually I was always attracted to his wife Åāýéshah Muħammad but since I never could have sex with her, I did this with Fātimah Muħammad.
Now I put a condition to Muħammad that if he wants to secure his daughter’s future by me marrying her, then he should also make Åāýéshah Muħammad have sex with me.
Muħammad got angry but thought over it.
Deep inside, he was also getting tired of Åāýéshah Muħammad, as she was getting older and secretly he was attracted to his own daughter Fātimah Muħammad’s developing sexy body.
I could not imagine that Muħammad was so rotten, so wicked.
It was beyond my imagination.
Nevertheless, he proposed to me a deal, saying that he will convince Åāýéshah Muħammad to have sex with me.
And I after marrying Fātimah Muħammad, should make Fātimah Muħammad have sex with Muħammad.
I slapped him.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad and I did it knowingly.”
I was dumb founded.
So, I was deliberately victimized by the wicked couple?
“Jeejū! Durgesh! You don’t have another alternative.” Muħammad laughed cunningly.
“What can you do to your daughter? You could not satisfy your wife even.”
“Okay. My penis is not competent, but my tongue can do wonders not even your Uncut Hindu Penis can.”
I was startled,
“You must, Jeejū! Let’s my wife Åāýéshah Muħammad, you, my daughter Fātimah Muħammad and I form a sex family. You fuck them both. I lick them both.”
We joined hands on this agreement, ultimately.
What was wrong in this proposal?
The culprit was himself suggesting the punishment for him.
I have to fuck his beautiful daughter and wife, both; forever.
I had to marry Fātimah Muħammad instantly, as she was already pregnant with my child.
Muħammad and I waited till Åāýéshah Muħammad and Fātimah Muħammad delivered their babies.
After that, Muħammad and I successfully managed to convince our wives to share partners.
Fātimah Muħammad had given birth to our first son whom we named Nabhesh.
And Åāýéshah Muħammad had born a girl they named Raħīmah.
Later Åāýéshah Muħammad gave birth to four consecutive daughters more, named Samīnah, Lubnā, Kulsoom, and Jamāl.
I fucked all my four Sālīs too.
After about twenty years of all of us enjoying total hardcore sex together, as it was arranged, none of us ever married the other but all the six Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girls gave birth to my sons in multiples and the tradition continued.
Fātimah Muħammad divorced me to make room for Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
However, practically she continued to remain my wife.
She was also a ONE MAN WOMAN as Saiyadā Fātimah PhD and Kħadeejah Muħammad were.
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