Midterm 2012: 10

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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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 ħasīnāonHindu 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 ħasīnāonHindu 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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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Midterm 2012: 7

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, with only a hint of irony.

‘We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore,’

There Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was, standing at the edge of the santa Monica Pier with me, her Hindu Lover, and we literally are from Kansas.

Her family lived in Lawrence.

Her Abbū was a professor at the university, while her Ammī worked in the administrative office.

Just a couple of months ago Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was kicking back at the house, and life was good.

One hot summer day, everything changed for her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had to say, life was still good, but it sure became…different.

High school was finished, so Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had some time to enjoy herself before starting college in the fall, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was being lazy.

Since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, she’d decided to lay out by the pool.

She’d been sunning herself for an hour and was just starting to doze off when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard Ammī call from the kitchen,

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, could you come inside? We need to talk.”

It was never good when Ammī said,

“We need to talk.”

That phrase usually meant,

“You need to listen, and you won’t like what you’ll hear.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved her parents to death, but they were kind of predictable that way.

Hopping up from her sun lounger, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hesitantly walked into the kitchen.

Ammī and Abbū were sitting at the kitchen table, and they weren’t eating.

Yep, all they wanted to do was talk, and it was going to be about something really serious.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī approached them, Ammī was beaming.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, look at you, baby, your bikini is so old and worn out; it’s really skimpy on you now. Sweetie, just a suggestion, but if you’re at all concerned about modesty then you may want to start thinking about whether you still want to wear that bikini in front of your father, your brother and the boys.”

Ammī was always funny like that, and Abbū just smirked.

Guffawing at his reaction, she smacked him on the shoulder.

“Hush, you. She walks around the house this way in front of you too, even when she’s wet,” she said, giving him a knowing grin.

Abbū just held his hands up in a silly gesture of surrender.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I didn’t say nuthin’. Don’t bring me into this,” he chuckled.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī jumped in then.

“Ammī, it’s no big deal. The boys see me in my bikini all the time.”

“Yes, I know they do. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she smiled.

Durgesh and his two best friends, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s brothers, Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and Nādir Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, they’d seen her in her bikini lots of times.

We often swam together, and it’d only been two days since Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had come over to go swimming.

They all saw her, Abbū included.

Returning her smile, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said,

“So? Ammī, it’s not like they hadn’t seen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls in bikinis before. I’m not showing them anything they hadn’t already seen a million times.”

“Oh, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I highly doubt that, little one. Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls who look like you do in that bikini don’t exactly grow on trees,” Abbū said, still chuckling.

“He’s right, dear. There are Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls wearing bikinis, and then there’s you wearing that bikini. They are not the same thing,” said Ammī, adding a wry little smirk. “Don’t think Durgesh, your brothers, their friends and even your father hadn’t noticed, especially with the way you’ve filled out. That old bikini used to be cute and girly on you, and that was fine. You were fourteen then. Now you’re twenty eight, and look at you. Baby, you’re built like a Playboy Bunny. Your bikini barely even covers you anymore, and it’s become so thin and threadbare that it’s really transparent. Honey, we can see every perfect inch of your beautiful body, including the parts bikinis are designed to cover.”

Pausing for effect, she gave Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī a warm smile.

“We can see everything, baby.” Taking her  hands, she kissed her  knuckles. “Sweetie, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I don’t have any problem with you wearing your bikini around the house. Really, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I don’t mind. If you want to drive our men completely crazy, that’s entirely up to you. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just want you to be aware of how much you’re showing. That’s all.”

“Jeez, Ammī, you make it sound like I’m flouncing around in a g-string and stripper heels, showing off for all the boys in the neighbourhood. It’s just a bikini. Besides, Durgesh doesn’t care what Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wears. He barely even knows Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī exists. As far as he’s concerned, I’m just his boring older Musalmān love, and that’s about it. You know, I don’t even think he likes me. I tolerates me, sure, but only because he has to. Otherwise, I’m just a big pain in tI you-know-what to him,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned.

Smiling to herself, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī recalled how flustered She’d made Durgesh  only a few days earlier.***

Having just gotten home from University , Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was heading towards her  bedroom when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī happened to hear sexy sounding girly-stuff coming from My  bedroom.

I’d been a real jerk to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī that morning, laughing and marching away after sticking my fingers in her bowl of cereal.

So, naturally, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t feeling too charitable towards me.

With the sounds coming from my room, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had a pretty good idea that I was again fucking some of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends or her Ammī’s women friends.

If not both of the cases I was perhaps watching internet sex stuff.

I was an incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker in her eyes.

Even her Ammī could not protect herself from my incredible sexual attraction, neither her Ammī’s extraordinary beautiful Musalmān women friends nor her own girlfriends even.

Allah målūm what I had in my Uncut Hindu Lund that every Musalmān Beauty she knew so far, was immensely obsessed to fuck me herself, even to rape me if I delayed.

She had seen even the most muttaqī Musalmān Beauty fucking me wildly.

Allah Allah!

What a Musalmān Beauties fucker Hindu!

Giggling to herself, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī casually knocked on my door, which was open about six inches.

At the same time Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was knocking, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī poked her head inside.

“Whatcha doing?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked, all sweetness and innocence, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Get outta here!” I smiled boldly, not covering my crotch even with a beach towel while fucking her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī.

Her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī and I were stark naked both.

I was fucking her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī in doggy style.

Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī smiled at her shamelessly.

She was not ashamed of her even a bit that she was only twenty eight and she was enjoying sex with a sixty two year old infamous Hindu, infamous for fucking every possible Musalmān Beauty without any exception.

“Okay, okay! Don’t spazz out. I just wanted to let you know Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was home, and to say hi. I’ll let you get back to, umm…whatever you both were doing,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said teasingly, shooting us a goofy grin.

Busted! Oh yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got me good.

But she knew both of us, her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī and me were incurable sex lovers.

Well, how she could blame me if her best friend Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī herself loved my incredible Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot deepest?

Later that day Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī found me in the living room, watching TV.

Deciding to join me, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī offered to get us some snacks.

I boldly made eye contact with Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

It was really cute, the way I started smiling at her boldly.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī plopped herself next to me on the couch, he intimately glanced over at her.

Musalmān Beauties fucker Hindu,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

My eyes got so big!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī jumped over the back of the couch and took off up the stairs, with me tearing after her like a maniac, yet playfully impishly, she knew very well.

Actually I enjoyed the title.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing like crazy when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got to her room.

Just in time, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī closed and locked the door behind me.

“Not cool, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Very not cool!” I yelled through the door, yet Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could tell that I was laughing too.

We were always doing stupid things like that, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was certain I thought of her as just a constant nuisance.

I never said a single word to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī about her bikini, though, or about anything else Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ever wore.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī often had the feeling that I really didn’t even think of her as a Musalmān girl.

Even if I did, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī probably still wasn’t my type perhaps, besides being my stepdaughter.

In fact, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was sure of it, because one day Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī overheard me and Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī in the kitchen having a discussion about Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls.

Being the little sneak that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hid in the dining room and heard Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī ask, “So what’s your favourite type?”

Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Blondes, with huge Musalmān tits and attractive big Musalmān  buttocks. I definitely like Musalmān blondes with long hair and big buttocks. The bigger the better,” was my answer.

It was true, too.

She’d seen my sex magazines and the posters on my wall.

It was always bionic Musalmān blondes for me.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī almost couldn’t be less of my type, which I shortly confirmed.

First, however, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī threw the question back to me.

“Nigār Sultānah, dude,” I answered. “Nigār Sultānah, absolutely. Give me a sexy Musalmān brunette with a wicked face and an incredible Musalmān ass. I even don’t need her tits to be too huge; they just had to be pretty, and fit her body. The main things are her tits and buttocks, and especially her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. She’s gotta had a tight, curvy Musalmān ass, with perfect Musalmān boobs and a sexy stomach.”

“Nigār Sultānah? I thought you said you hated tattoos on a Musalmān girl, and you hate conceited, snotty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls who are all full of themselves.”

“Yeah, Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī, I do. Dude, don’t get all pissed off at me or anything, but you know who’s perfect? I mean literally flawless? Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī is perfect. She’s exactly what I like. She looks just like Nigār Sultānah, you know she does, yet she’s the total opposite, personality-wise. She has no tattoos, and—”
Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī smiled understandingly.
“Thank Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I continued, smiling too. “I’m totally with you there. I hate tattoos on a girl.”

“Yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  has no tattoos, and she looks exactly like Nigār Sultānah. Same wicked blue eyes…same long, black, amazing hair. She has that same perfect chin and the prettiest, sexiest mouth, with the most dazzling knockout smile. She has that sleek, exactly perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, and her tits are a lot bigger. Nigār Sultānah has great tits, don’t get me wrong, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s are even better. Her perfect firm round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass is definitely way better. Seriously, her perfect firm round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass is the best ever, and you know how much I love Nigār Sultānah’s Musalmān ass. Dude, don’t lie, you know Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī is perfect. Top to bottom, from any angle, face or body, that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl is absolutely flawless.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could hear me hesitate somewhat,

“You really think so? Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī?”

“Are you serious? You’ve never noticed how hot your stepdaughter is? You don’t see that she looks exactly like Nigār Sultānah?”

“No, not really. I mean, sure, I can’t say that she’s not pretty or anything. I guess she is, but I never thought of her like that. I never realized how much she really does look like Nigār Sultānah. I don’t know, maybe that’s because I don’t like Nigār Sultānah very much. She seems like such a Musalmān bitch.”

“See, that’s what’s so great about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. That’s exactly it. She looks identical to Nigār Sultānah, only with an even hotter Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, yet she’s still the sweetest, nicest, most un-conceited girl we’ve ever known. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī truly doesn’t have a snotty bone in her entire perfect Musalmān body. She also has no idea how hot she is, and that makes her even hotter. Dude, your stepdaughter is perfect. She’s everything that’s amazing about Nigār Sultānah, with none of that crappy, high-maintenance baggage. You know your stepdaughter is the nicest, least bitchy Musalmān girl in our whole University.”

“She’s not always that nice,” I  said, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could hear the grin in my voice.

‘Serves you right, you Hindu scoundrel,’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, laughing to herself.

“Whatever, dude. Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls don’t come any sweeter or nicer than Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and you know it. Allah, she’s even a straight-A student. C’mon, what other knockout like her had you ever seen who wasn’t also a spoiled rotten airhead, or a spoiled rotten airhead and a total Musalmān bitch? Your stepdaughter seriously acts like she doesn’t even know she’s the hottest Musalmān girl on the planet. She may as well be a nerdy fat chick, she’s so down-to-earth and un-conceited.”

“She’s definitely not conceited, I’ll give you that. Yeah, she’s okay, I guess. You really think she’s that hot, though, like Nigār Sultānah hot?”

“You must be blind, dude. It’s actually pretty admirable, the way you can’t see that your stepdaughter is so crazy hot. Head to toe, there isn’t an inch of her that could be any hotter. Seriously, think about it. Tell me, what part of her could possibly be any better?”

“She could be blonde, with ginormous knockers.”

We both laughed, and then I smiled,

“Yeah, okay, maybe you’re right. I can’t come up with anything that’s bad about her or anything about her Musalmān face and body that could be any better. I guess I just don’t see her that way.”

“Dude, c’mon, if she weren’t your stepdaughter and you saw her walking through the halls at University in one of her killer little miniskirts, or especially if you ever saw her in that tiny bikini she always wears around the house? Allah, you’d be sporting so much wood, you wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Hey, wait a minute! Does that mean you’re sporting wood every time Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī goes swimming with us? That’s my stepdaughter, you dirty fuck!”

Again we laughed, but Åādilah Åbbās Hāshmī didn’t actually respond.

“Holy shit! You are! You’re totally popping boners in her pool! What a fag!” laughed I, then Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard a bunch of racket and even more laughter, like we were play-fighting.

Figuring that any second we could easily come stumbling through the doorway, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī decided to duck out of there before we caught her eavesdropping on us.

Wow, that was really cool.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī never even knew I noticed her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had no idea I thought Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was pretty.

She meant, okay, I knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was sort of pretty, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t fat or anything. Compared to the other cheerleaders in the squad, I knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī still looked okay. During the past year the other cheerleaders had even started teasing her about her excellent exquisite Musalmān  butt.

They never called it her ‘butt,’ though.

It was always her ‘ass.’

We’d be in the showers, or maybe in the locker room changing our clothes, and we’d come up to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and “spank that perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass,” as they put it.

It was almost like some of the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls couldn’t stop, the way they kept spanking, pinching and just plain helping themselves to her bottom!

More and more they’d begun to gang up on her, as if her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  bottom was a toy for their amusement.

One time four of the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls surrounded her at her locker, playfully spanking and touching Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Hey! Pick on someone else for once! I’m not the only girl here with a butt, you know! Go spank Sādiyah Ålī or Rābiyah Muħammad,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

“If Sādiyah Ålī or Rābiyah Muħammad had an ass like yours, we would!” giggled Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, pulling down her little panties from behind.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was one of her best friends, so she knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved the games they played with her and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Whenever the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls ganged up on Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, she was always the ringleader.

“Motor boat! Motor boat!” shouted the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing hysterically as Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb took her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom in her hands.

Spreading Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī open before pressing her mouth into her Musalmān crack, she made this funny ‘bwooooooarrrr’ sound while shaking her bare Musalmān bottom all over her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī was pulling up her  top, so Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lifted her  arms and let her take it all the way off, then she buried her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face between her superb erect Musalmān boobs and made the same motor boat sounds.

We were all laughing so hard that we finally collapsed onto the bench.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī continued to motor boat her superb erect Musalmān breasts, cupping them around her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face, then she changed up and began squeezing, kissing and sucking them.

Allah, it felt awesome.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had learned to love having her superb erect Musalmān boobs played with by the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, though it was hard to concentrate on her superb erect Musalmān breasts when Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was busy between her legs, hungrily licking her superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Now that felt totally amazing.

“Baby, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just had to…” Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb would say, and usually she’d make her roll over onto her stomach, the way she’d done it that time. “Your Musalmān ass is to die for, Durgesh would fuck you in your ass more than in your Musalmān Choot even.” she said, grinning as she slapped it.

Immensely pleased inside Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī managed to smile at Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb,

“Nonsense. Durgesh is my Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner.”

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb winked at her,

“It provides you the golden opportunity, idiot. Rape him. I have already raped the ever sexiest Hindu in the Multiverse.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes widened,

“You? Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb? You raped Durgesh?”

“Why not? My Ammī enjoyed the Hindu rascal and I was to watch only? Never. I fucked the Hindu beast myself.”

More and more she was always saying things like that to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, then she’d kiss and lick her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass…everywhere.

Even with the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls watching, she just didn’t care.

It was like she couldn’t get enough, the way she would feast on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

She’d almost become addicted to it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just loved being eaten, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī especially loved when they would all attack her together.

Sometimes Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī would do it Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb’s way, although she was usually very specific in her approach.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was more general about the things she did to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, kissing and licking all over her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Besides eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, sometimes she’d even slip her tongue inside her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom, deep into her tiniest hole, which always made Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī jump.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it  Allah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it – but it always made her jump.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t help it.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī?

She just had to bite Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī down there.

She always made the cutest growling sounds while nipping and biting her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Sometimes she even bit her always especially aromaed fragrant Musalmān asshole, then she’d open Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī up and slide her long tongue all the way inside.

With Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī it wasn’t so much about eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot; she did that too, definitely, but it was usually much more about devouring her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t complaining about any of it, since Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always wondered why they only seemed to gang up on her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had a cute Musalmān bottom, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī guessed, but so do the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls.

Panjvaqtah Namāz makes a Musalmān girl’s bottom exquisite, excellent and flawless.

Even so many Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān males have developed similar excellent feminine bottoms, in this way.

That’s why passive Musalmīn are more popular in gay males even, and active Hindus.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb got her started on licking hers, then Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī did too, and they were both awesome.

Seriously, Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb could happily spend her whole day licking between her legs.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī enjoyed it that much.

The thing was, whenever Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī went down on them, especially if Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was on her stomach, at least one of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls would always attack her ever vulnerable Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just always wondered why they didn’t attack each other the same way.

Before the final game of the season, the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls told her that in addition to the official awards ceremony their coach holds for them every year they were also going to have their own little team ceremony, which would be a private thing just between the cheerleaders.

“Once Coach goes home, meet us in the locker room tonight. Plan on eleven o’clock,” instructed Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could not believe Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb could do that even after campaigning furiously for her own parliamentary seat.

Midterm 2012 campaigning was now wild everywhere.

Being highly educated and sophisticated most of them were themselves candidates for the parliament.

Most of them were using me as their star campaigner even, among Musalmān Beauties.

The Musalmān Beauties were getting the best fuck of their sex life now from me, as much as they wanted.

Only they had to promise to vote for my Musalmān cuties.
When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī snuck into our locker room that night, all the lights were off.

Apparently none of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls had made it back yet, and being alone there was really spooky.

“Hello? Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb? Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī? Is anyone here? Laylah Taymūr? Hello?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī called out in the darkness.

All around Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, candles were suddenly lit.

There were flickering lights on either side of her, each held up by one of the cheerleaders.

They were lined up in two opposing rows, forming a lighted pathway.

From out of the pitch-black distance a five-pointed star of flickering lights appeared, then began slowly moving towards them.

As the lights drew near, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw that it was Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb holding a cake decorated with an array of lit candles.

Beside her was Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī, carrying a huge trophy.

When they reached the two rows of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, all the cheerleaders fanned out behind them to form a semi-circle around Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Though still a bit spooked, the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls’ welcoming smiles put Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at ease, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled,

“What’s all this? It’s not my birthday, you know.”

“We know,” Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb said, smiling warmly. “This isn’t about your birthday. I told you, tonight is our private awards ceremony. As it turns out, there’s only one award, and you’re the winner. Tonight we give you your prize. Since you’re leaving us to go out west to college, you big jerk, this is also sort of a going-away present. It’s just a little something to help our gorgeous star remember us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb held out the cake, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī read the script…

We love you, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Knock ’em dead in Cali.

Okay, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew there are heartless bastards in this world who hate it when Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls get all emotional and cry.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī realized some people think of people like her as sappy and silly, but she was sorry, when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw that cake and read what it said, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī totally lost it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī cried her eyes out.

‘Heartless bastards can just go fuck themselves. I’m going to enjoy this cry,’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought to herself, completely overwhelmed by the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls ‘ beautiful gesture.

“Make a wish, and then blow out your candles,” Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb said, giving Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī a sweet grin.

“Okay. I wish you’d put that cake down so Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could give you a big hug.”

“You’re not supposed to say it out loud, you goof,” she replied, smiling brightly.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī blew out all the candles, Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb set the cake on a nearby bench.

As Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī moved towards her, Laylah Taymūr and Rābiyah Muħammad began undressing her from behind.

After helping Laylah Taymūr take off her sweater, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī reached back to undo her bra while Rābiyah Muħammad  whisked  away her  cheerleader skirt and panties. Once she’d  made Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  fully nude by slipping off her  tennis shoes and socks, she planted a tender kiss on her  upper thigh.

“Thank you for all this,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, gazing into Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb’s beautiful golden brown eyes.

As Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī stepped into her arms, she leaned in to kiss her.

They both moaned, and right away their tongues began wrestling.

“Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, not so fast. We had to give her the trophy!” laughed Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī.

“Yes, we do,” grinned Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s the trophy for?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked.

“It ties in with the cake, actually. You’ll see, soon enough,” smiled Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī.

She presented her with the trophy, which was enormous.

It was at least two feet tall, in the shape of an obelisk. It was carved mahogany, the real stuff, not just particleboard made to look like mahogany.

It was really quite heavy, sitting atop its marble base.

“Read the inscription,” she said, still smiling as she caressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Giggling, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī tickled her caressing hand.

She gave her a playful pinch, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wiggled her excellent Musalmān ass for her.

Yes, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was finally thinking of it as her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, not just her butt, or her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Laughing to herself, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew they were beginning to convert her!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took the trophy, and the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls held their candles near the brass plate at the base of the trophy.

In the flickering light it read…

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī Summers

The Girl With The Most Perfect, Awesome, Spankable Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Ass Ever!

The wildcat Cheerleaders

When her hands went to her face in shock, the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls quickly caught the trophy.

They were all cracking up and giving her kisses, laughing over the way she’d almost smashed their present.

Once Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was over her initial astonishment, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī laughed too.

Still, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t believe it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī never would’ve imagined such a thing!

“After that reaction, do you think we should even tell her about the rest?” asked Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī, laughing along with everyone else.

“Let’s do the cake thing first,” said Rābiyah Muħammad, and a giggling Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb nodded enthusiastically.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had to admit that after Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb had initially set the cake aside, she’d completely forgotten about it.

The next thing Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, something soft and gooey was touching her bare Musalmān bottom.

Looking behind her, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw Laylah Taymūr kneeling to spread chocolate cake all over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Musalmān ass!

“Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, dessert is served!” she announced.

Before Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī even had time to figure out what was happening, each Musalmān girl had taken a handful or two of chocolate cake and smoothed it all over her naked Musalmān body!

Holding Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī up, they leaned her against the nearest locker, her arms stretched above her head.

Laylah Taymūr was spreading her open, stuffing cake in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Musalmān ass crack and all between her legs.

She was even jamming cake inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot!

The other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls were slathering Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  from head to toe, until every inch of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  was covered in chocolate frosting.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was spreading it all over her face, which made Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggle.

Then they all giggled when Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī said Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked like Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, who was their ever popular cheerleader.

“We may both be chocolate now, but I’ll never have an Musalmān ass like that! Girl, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Musalmān ass is just unreal,” Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī said, laughing as she smoothed frosting up her thighs and between her legs.

Grinning, Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb briefly stopped spreading frosting across her forehead.

“The trophy was actually Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī’s idea.”

“Mmmmm-hmmm,” said Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, kneeling to join Laylah Taymūr between her legs.

Laylah Al Taymūr was eating cake from her  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, which was making as much of a mess of her brilliant delicate tremendously lovely Musalmān face as Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb was making of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, though, wow, she wasn’t playing around.

Ramming her fingers deep into her perfect firm round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, she crammed as much frosting as she could get in there, then just attacked it, licking her Musalmān asshole from the rear while Laylah Al Taymūr ate her  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from the front.

In the meantime Rābiyah Muħammad was licking her belly button, and Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī totally cracked us up when she began motorboating her gooey erect Musalmān breasts.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was screaming, cumming and laughing nonstop.

Everything felt so good, and they just kept tickling her!

It was like Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was being ravaged by a pack of horny hamsters!

Once everyone’s face was thoroughly covered in frosting, Rābiyah Muħammad giggled,

“I think she’s ready.”

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh God, ready for what? You mean there’s more?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled, panting between full-body spasms.

Since She’d never had sex with a guy, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t quite know whether Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was a lesbian, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sure loved the way her girlfriends played with her.

What could Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī say?

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī seemed to like everything, anytime anyone plays with her excellent exquisite Musalmān body.

It was really great; the first time Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt me shoot my hot Hindu cum into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, even if it was in her dreams only, not real.

What if it was real?

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just loved the feeling of making me cum on her greedy Musalmān tongue.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī liked how powerful Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was able to control me like that, using only her hands and mouth.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī also liked it when I put my Uncut Hindu Lund  inside her, though I never ate her, even in her wildest dreams, as Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb used to.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb always made it seem like there’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than eating Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī from behind, spanking and squeezing her as she licked her.

‘Maybe Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb is a lesbian?’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was still giggling to herself about it when Rābiyah Muħammad again presented her with her trophy.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took it from her, uncertain as to what she wanted her to do with it.

“Look on the bottom,” she grinned.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned the trophy upside down.

“What’s this?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked, noticing a large screw-in cap on the bottom of the marble base.

“Unscrew it,” said Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, flashing a sinister smile.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī unscrewed the cap, which was sort of difficult to do, seeing as how her fingers were covered in gooey frosting.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got the cap off, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked,

“Now what?”

“Now we properly send you and your perfect ass off to California,” grinned Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī, taking the trophy and handing it to Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī then led Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī over to the bench, where she guided her down onto her stomach.

“Lift,” she said, tugging on her hips.

Arching her back, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī raised her hips.

“Yes, just like that. Perfect. Keep your back arched, with your ass sticking up. Laylah Al Taymūr, Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī, keep her distracted. Play with her boobs.”

Sliding beneath her on either side of the bench, Laylah Al Taymūr and Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī began to nip at her nipples.

The way they were biting her sensitive tips, it sent shooting sparks all throughout her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt something touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned to see what it was.

“No peeking. Head down, eyes forward,” smiled Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī.

Reluctantly turning forward again, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī saw that Rābiyah Muħammad was straddling her bench right in front of her, and she’d taken her panties off.

She was spreading her legs, inviting Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī to eat her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī pressed her hands to her thighs, holding them open, and they  giggled over the fact that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was finally getting to spread frosting all over someone else’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

She’d just started licking her when suddenly, oomph, something really big was stuffed inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

She’d never had anything but mouths and fingers there, and whatever they were putting inside her was a whole lot bigger than a couple of fingers!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt hands on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom, spreading her apart, and fingers were dancing on her sensitive Musalmān clit.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was being forced all the way open.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally felt the widening stop, and whatever was inside her started to move; it was beginning to fuck her, sliding deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

When Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt something being pressed into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom too, straight up her little asshole, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought,

‘Oh, Allah ! No way!’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt stuffed to the gills in both holes, and Rābiyah Muħammad was thrashing against her face.

For the next few minutes Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was going out of her mind with lust as they wildly fucked her.

Allah, it felt so amazing to get fucked like that while eating Rābiyah Muħammad’s chocolate-covered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot!

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew what Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī had said, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally had to turn around to see what was happening to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Not exactly thinking straight, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was hoping the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls had snuck me into the locker room, and it was my hard Uncut Hindu Lund itself Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was feeling inside her as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay there getting royally fucked.

It felt so good that all Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wanted was for them to keep fucking her, and never stop.

If they had really arranged me to fuck her, it was the greatest honour she had received ever.

Allah, let it be Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund itself.

Nope, there were no Durgesh  fucking her.

It was just Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb and Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī standing on either side of her ass.

A bunch of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls  were back there, and they were all smiling at her.

“What…what are you doing to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ?” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī panted.

“Do you like it, pretty baby?” asked Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb.

“Mmmm, Allah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loves it. What did you put inside me? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund itself?”

Simultaneously, Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī and Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb pulled two dildos out of her.

Grinning from ear to ear, Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī held up a really big one, which was pink and rubbery.

Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb showed her a blue one that was quite a bit smaller.

“Baby, these were hidden inside your trophy,” giggled Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb. “We couldn’t possibly give you a trophy to commemorate the most perfect ass ever, and just leave it at that. Of course we also had to play with it, right? We wanted to make sure that before you take this amazing ass off to California you at least know how good it can make you feel. Keep this trophy, and especially its hidden toys. This will always be yours; you and this incredible Musalmān ass will now always be ours. We love you, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī , and we wanted to give you a night you’ll never forget. Sorry, we requested Durgesh to participate as you surmised but he refused to fuck you without your express prior consent.”
Disappointed somewhat Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī controlled herself as soon as she could.
“Is that what having sex will feel like, because whatever you guys were doing to me , mmmm, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī loved it,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned, invitingly wagging her  tail.

“Yes, baby, it’ll be just like that, only it’ll feel a million times better when it’s the real thing. Do it with Durgesh and fly in heaven.” said Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb, sliding her new blue friend back into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bottom.

Moaning, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī bit her lip.

Allah, it felt so good to have her plunge that thing into her Musalmān ass.

Zāhidah Aħmad Siddīqī slid the large dildo back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, then the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls began to fuck her really deep and hard.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just lowered her head and revelled in the feeling of being fucked in both the Musalmān holes.

Over and over they made her cum, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wanted them to fuck her forever.

Well, if Durgesh is not available, let them.

That was when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t a lesbian.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was going to want me to fuck her way too much to ever be a lesbian.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would always want Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls too, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was definitely going to need my Uncut Hindu Lund  inside her.

Durgesh has to fuck her.

Durgesh has to fuck Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Damn it.

She couldn’t compromise on someone lesser than Durgesh himself.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was lost in her own world when Rābiyah Muħammad gently touched the tip of her nose.

Smiling down at her, she scooped up a dollop of frosting and dabbed it all over her spread lips.

“Please, baby, lick my clit. I was almost there,” she purred.

Grinning happily, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took her pretty flower back into her mouth.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī must’ve eventually passed out.

The last thing Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī remembered was the feeling of being completely stuffed from behind, and Rābiyah Muħammad crying out as she came on her face.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī remembered her legs shaking, and then Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī recalled trying to hold on to her hips while keeping her mouth pressed to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

The next thing Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was sitting on the tiled floor in the shower, and Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb and Ilāhī Åbbās Hāshmī were washing the cake off her.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t even know how Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī got there.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī did remember the way Fātimah Muħammad Yåqūb stared at her.

She was lazily soaping her  tummy, and for as long as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī live she’d never forget the look in her eyes, or her soft, tender voice as she said,

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you have no idea how much I love you, and how much I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

Chapter 8

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam