The womankind everfirst
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The womankind everfirst
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.
Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.
Durgesh was of course a very good man.
She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.
Durgesh had given her two sons even.
He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.
It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.
A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.
Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.
In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.
It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.
I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.
“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”
I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,
“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,
“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”
In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.
Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.
Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.
She wasn’t a child anymore.
Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.
She was already a PhD.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.
I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.
Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.
Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.
And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.
Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.
But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.
It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.
Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.
She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.
Neither had she left me.
I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.
Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.
Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.
Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.
The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.
I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.
I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.
The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.
She quickly stopped herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.
Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.
At her twenty eight even.
It proved her immensely high moral character.
She was a real Musalmān.
S/he was a true Musalmān.
About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock vanishing in and out of her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.
Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.
Hey, a girl can be curious!
But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.
As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.
I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!
As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
What a damnfool her Ammī was.
Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.
As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.
Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.
Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.
In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.
Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?
Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?
I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.
She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.
To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.
“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”
It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.
“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”
I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,
“…down there like that?”
“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:
“You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.
I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.
It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.
Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.
But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.
“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”
That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.
I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.
“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.
“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.
“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,
“I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”
“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”
“Is it, Durgesh darling?”
I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.
Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.
To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.
None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.
I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.
For them I had both money and honey.
None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.
It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.
Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.
Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!
The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.
But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.
The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.
I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.
That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.
It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.
That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.
My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.
I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.
I sensed it too.
Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.
I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.
I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.
She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.
I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.
I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.
But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.
Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.
I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.
But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.
I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.
I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.
All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu come shoot inside her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.
They were never married.
Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.
She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE… DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Flowers never weigh
I said, taking her hand,
We began walking.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but glance back at me to see if I was watching her…
Oddly, that made Al Ħabībah Al Imrān feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.
She loved Durgesh actually.
She loved Durgesh fucked her.
As we walked down the trail, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the sudden urge to show me Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved me.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to make up for Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s indiscretion by doing something to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband.
Twenty minutes in the hike, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw a small side path and said,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I don’t think this is a trail.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hopes not,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān considered letting me fuck her, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sure didn’t want me to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wasn’t wearing panties.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, really here?”
“You always say you wish Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was more spontaneous,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, which if I knew just how spontaneous Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had been today I would likely keel over.
Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was very willing in the bedroom, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.
But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had in the backseat of the car.
Suddenly, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to take risks.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved sucking cock… always had.
Was a bit of a cock sucking Sex Obsessed Sex Addict in high school, deciding it was a good way to save Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage.
Plus, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum.
Of course, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ended up not saving Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to by a college senior.
“Oh shit,” Muħammad Imrān groaned, “what has gotten into you?”
The answer to that question was his daughter, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.
“Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”
“Yes she can,” I laughed.
“And for your complexion, too,” I added, having heard from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade ,from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ and from even her so uncommunal ever sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ that sucking my Hindu cum was very good for a Musalmān woman’s complexion.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān protested,
“Don’t you dare.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself,
‘If you only knew.’
Yet, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped, “Really?”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had two weaknesses her ever moral Musalmān husband, Muħammad Imrān, always hated to fulfill.
She loved to suck Cock.
She loved to have anal sex even.
When the kiss ended, I said,
“Well, that was unexpected.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was hungry,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, smiling seductively.
Now, their own history of defeat against Islam was proving them entirely incorrect.
They never needed to.
We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān didn’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning.
“You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”
“Good call,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I really need to use washroom.”
“And clean the cum off,” I teased her smiling playfully.
“Sure. Allah, you let me wear it that whole hike,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, somehow forgetting it was on her.
“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” I shrugged.
“Which is why Al Ħabībah Al Imrān mentioned it,” I winked at her.
“You wish,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped back, even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.
“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I know,” I said, slapping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass lightly playfully.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to the washroom.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.
Her husband and I were leaning against the car, chatting. Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered how weird it would be if we were chatting about sex.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined us and asked,
“Ready to go?”
“Ready to have your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān squishing you for a couple of more hours?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān countered.
“It’s been a tight squeeze,” I countered myself too.
How doesn’t he understand what his ever-horny Musalmān wife is doing right behind him?
It was easy to be born in Ummat-e-Muslimah.
But it wasn’t easy to be a real Muslim.
Now, I was one of the several Musalmīn, Musalmīn Everfirst to be more correct, that were again attempting our best to reestablish the true Islamic movement, opposing the terrorists and other Pseudo Musalmīn everywhere.
Humanity couldn’t survive without it.
“Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”
“It’s like a weight loss program back there.”
Muħammad Imrān said,
“I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”
I joked, repeating an earlier statement Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had made,
“It’s made for some special Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and my bonding.”
“Well, get ready to bond some more,” Muħammad Imrān said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”
I had a big smile on my face.
Why the hell shouldn’t have I?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was serving me her ever-best sex services, perhaps she hadn’t served even to her husband, Muħammad Imrān.
We were back in the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was back on my lap, this time on my right leg leaning against the boxes.
Again, like last time, I ignored Al Ħabībah Al Imrān for the first hour.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fidgeted, again uncomfortable, I asked,
“Uncomfortable, my dear?”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t take Her eyes off it.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back at me with confusion.
I moved my hand onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s leg, under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress and directly to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wet Musalmān pussy.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned softly, but thankfully, the music covered it.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my lap and allowed me to penis her pussy…
I did it for a good five minutes… getting Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hot and riled.
“Delicious,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, loud enough that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband heard.
“What’s delicious?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“The snack Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shared with me,” I brazenly replied.
“Is there any left?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ate it all,” I responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān remained stoic and not ashamed.
She looked at me proudly and even triumphantly instead.
It was evident enough she hated her husband immensely and wanted to punish him as much as she could.
Poor Muħammad Imrān.
I couldn’t enjoy it.
Muħammad Imrān wasn’t my enemy exactly.
He was my friend’s son.
Even if my friend suspected his wife had her extramarital affair with me and Muħammad Imrān was actually my own son.
However, most of my male acquaintances suspected so.
He wasn’t alone.
There were many reasons behind it.
They never took sex as seriously as I always did.
Yes, they hated me for it.
Yet, I knew they were even jealous of me for it.
The damn fools.
They never understood what they actually lacked comparatively.
I believed in Pavmān Som Mandal.
I had seriously studied it and still do in my daily Stavans, daily meditations.
It said sex wasn’t dirty ever in itself.
We, the human beings make it dirty due to our immense ignorance, irresponsibility, and ever-adamant immense irrationality due to our inherent inertia.
Sex is divine otherwise.
It is blessed on us to keep our human race exist.
It must be always respected as such.*
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I too could use a snack,”
“Maybe next car stop,” I suggested.
“I’m definitely stopping,” Muħammad Imrān said. “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a bathroom break anyway.”
“It’s hot back here,” I said, also taking my shirt off, suddenly showcasing my rock hard abs… something Muħammad Imrān had lost years ago.
It was a miracle for others.
Yet, for me it was a natural scientific process.
The others could never achieve it, because they never tried to complete the scientific process involved for it.
It was the main problem of the losers ever.
They thought they had nothing to learn from the gainers ever.
Most of the losers were always losers because they never tried to learn anything from their failures even.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took it in her hand and stroked it, even as Muħammad Imrān could stare at us in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see her hungry face.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Muħammad Imrān said,
His words and the slowing car brought Al Ħabībah Al Imrān back to reality like a cold shower.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān let go of my cock and to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, I didn’t put my cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.
Muħammad Imrān said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.
“Two minute snack,” I said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to suck me, but couldn’t believe I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Imrān to here, even though Muħammad Imrān had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.
“Hurry up, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, “Watch for the damn fool.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed quickly.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to savor sucking my cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved to worship the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but time was of the essence.
So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my mouth.
“I’m close, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I warned and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster making it clear I had permission to cum in my new live in relationship partner, her mouth.
Then suddenly I said,
“Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān!”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly left and saw Muħammad Imrān with a small bag.
“You have to pee, don’t you?”
“You know me,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān headed into the gas station and to the washroom.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked in the mirror.
What was coming over her?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no answer to the question.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing my load.
For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had ridden me to orgasm in the backseat of the car while Muħammad Imrān drove, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and swallowed my load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked me.
And I likely wanted her to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started when we were back on the road.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to the car.
Both men were already in the car.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back on the same right leg Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was on before we stopped.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān liked being able to keep an eye on Muħammad Imrān and me.
As soon as we were back on the highway, I pointed back to my Cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as Muħammad Imrān had a conversation with me.
“So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone.”
“Me too,” Muħammad Imrān suggested, which Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had to bite Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s lip to not laugh.
“What about you, Durgesh, what are you hungry for?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, giving me a look that spoke volumes.
I moved my hand underneath Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress again and responded, my eyes never leaving hers,
“Oh, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I was hoping for the ultimate.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to change the topic,
“Did you book us a hotel yet?”
Muħammad Imrān, never the planner, shrugged,
“There will be space,” Muħammad Imrān blindly believed.
“Okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s focus at the moment was on My cock.
“Looking forward to living on your own, Durgesh?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“I’m going to have a roommate,” I pointed out.
“Oh, right,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting her?”*
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān I guess,” I responded, distracted by the way Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fingers traced around my mushroom top.
“Hopefully you get along,” Muħammad Imrān continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,
“Who couldn’t love our sweet Durgesh?”
“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” I quipped.
“Is that a good thing?” Muħammad Imrān questioned.
“Sometimes,” I answered.
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I carefully moved the curtain and peered down into the backyard.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still in the pool, but was no longer swimming.
Instead, and much more to my liking, she was lying on the floating raft catching some sun.
I wanted to move the curtain further to get a better look, but Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had put her sunglasses on.
I would assume her eyes were closed, but didn’t want to take a chance getting caught. After all it wasn’t like there was anything else out there I could say I was staring at.
Nonetheless my limited vantage point provided me enough of a view to admire my Bahū Bégum‘s age defying body.
At twenty eight, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was as hot as any teenager Musalmān girl, maybe even hotter because she was older and still looked that good.
With that age would come the experience and confidence of a hot young Musalmān lady, the kind I loved to have suck and fuck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
In my Bahū Bégum’s case something else that would go along with that age would be a lot of enthusiasm and pent up frustration.
I’d over heard her telling a friend over the phone that she hadn’t gotten laid in six months.
In one sense that was damn hard to believe considering how attractive she was.
On the other hand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had been nothing short of a raging Musalmān bitch the last few months, riding me about pretty much everything.
I’d made that point to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan a couple of days ago and she agreed; saying what my Bahū Bégum needed to help her chill out was good hard fucking.
“Fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān yourself, otherwise be prepared for her external extramarital affair.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised me gravely.
“My Bahū Bégum movement? Don’t tell me you don’t understand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is herself trying to seduce you.”
My perpetually horny girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, had then gotten a good hard fucking from me and despite how hot and kinky Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was, I’d caught myself thinking about giving those long hard strokes to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.
I was sure there was no shortage of men that would be willing to give Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what she needed so I had to assume it was her choice not to be getting any.
Aside from being a little gun shy about getting close after Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s husband had passed on three years ago I wasn’t sure what her problem was, but it’s not like I could ask her.
It might give her wrong impression that I myself too was interested in her sexually.
I had advised her father, Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān,
“Why don’t you remarry her? She is twenty eight years old only.”
Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.
“They are afraid of you.”
“There are rumors that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān married your Musalmān stepson so that she could live with you. She actually loved you.”
“Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān Sāħab,” I smiled ironically, “You aren’t born yesterday. If you hire some reliable Detective Agency to investigate those rumors you’d find all of them ill inspired. Our enemies spread them. Don’t allow them, please, to destroy your daughter’s life.”
Below me, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān raised her arms over her head and stretched lazily.
I forgot everything else and stared when she arched her back, pushing her tits out.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was pretty ample on top and the white bikini -which few women her age would even think of wearing- did a damn good job of showing them off.
The cups left a good portion of them exposed and the white material looked good on her tanned flesh.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s stomach was still flat from the stomach crunches she did every morning.
Those crunches not only served their purpose, but were something that lately I had been trying to make sure I happened to be around when she did them.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips widened out just enough to give her a nice figure and her legs were long and kept in shape from her years as a dance instructor.
After a quick trip down those long legs which included a lingering stare at her well toned inner smooth Musalmān thighs, my eyes, by default, sought out what was between those thighs.
I controlled myself immediately.
The bottom of the suit was as revealing as the top and consisted of a thin strip of white material that didn’t cover a lot more than what it absolutely needed to and was held together with strings tied at her hips.
I rubbed my fingertips across my thumb imagining that string between them.
All of my opponents suspected I was already fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.
Her husband objected it.
Therefore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān conspired to his death.
There were a lot of things wrong with those obscene words used in that order, but I’d gotten to where I didn’t really care.
Fantasies were fantasies and there were enough Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān Durgesh stories and videos all over the net to tell everyone it was more common than people would like to admit.
So when these sexual thoughts about my Bahū Bégum started a few months ago after stumbling onto a porn site featuring Bahū Bégum Durgesh scenes I didn’t resist them, just kept them to myself.
My resistance to it was worthless and had spread those rumors more than otherwise.*
Even keeping an eye on her, I couldn’t deny I was enjoying myself and it’s not like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān knew.
Although I had to admit it would be even hotter if she did.
To find out she wore those tiny bikinis to make me look and walked around in those little shorts and tight tops to tease me.
I could never understand why all of them did it.
If they wanted me, I was always available to everyone.
I stopped thinking.
Was I really?
Didn’t actually I resist to everyone of them?
But it was because they adamantly insisted to be so.
Why did I always try to tell them my real age?
Did it make any negative difference to them?
Wasn’t it a fact that the more I was ageing the more lustful for them I was?
The more I fucked them the more I lusted to fuck them.
Before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Kħadījah Muħammad was there as crazy to fuck me everywhere as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was today.
Yet even Kħadījah Muħammad had admitted to me,
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are utmost wonderful. You keep fucking me more and more wildly even after I want some rest in between. You are simply incredible. I think you don’t even live on oxygen. You live with your Uncut Hindu Lund in a Musalmān Choot buried entirely.”
If it was true, and I knew it was true, why misguiding them that I’m ageing?
It wasn’t any negative thing for them not even slightest.
It was actually a positive information for them instead.
Below, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān lifted her leg and bending it, scratched the top of her foot.
My eyes locked onto the thin strip of material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs with the vision of lying between her legs and sliding it to the side.
I would gladly break all of society’s rules and eagerly fuck her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would rest her leg on my back and moan my name as if I were any other lover she’d had.
But I would be her best lover because the taboo of it would create a level of lust she could never match with any other man.
The fact that we shouldn’t would cause us to fuck like animals, to show we didn’t care what the rules were.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān straightened her leg, then after a Moment rolled over onto her stomach.
I couldn’t have asked for more.
I teased myself by letting my eyes wander from top to bottom.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her long dark hair up, exposing the smooth bronze skin of her back.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in my hand at the thought of running my lips down her soft sun warmed Musalmān skin; trailing my way down to that amazing Musalmān asscheeks.
The bikini bottom wasn’t much more than a thong in the back, giving me a good view of her tight little heart shaped female Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s beautiful Musalmān ass showed off the effects of her years of dancing as well as her legs did.
I could only imagine what it would be like to squeeze it and spread it open, so I could plunge my never satisfied ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān ass, then her more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
That led to thinking of committing the ultimate taboo of giving my Bahū Bégum a little back door action.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would lift that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the air and after slamming her hot wet Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and getting it nice and wet; I’d slide it up and push it into her undoubtedly tight little Musalmān rosebud.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had settled down on her stomach.
Picturing her rising up on her knees and inviting me to fuck her.
She’d look back over her shoulder and tell me to fuck her harder.
Even in the heat of my thoughts I could hear her doing what she had been doing a lot lately and telling me I wasn’t listening to her.
“Allah, Durgesh, can’t you even fuck me right?”
I’d start fucking her harder and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would give me that trademark eye roll I’d been watching my entire life.
“I said, fuck me! Do I have to do what you usually make me do and do everything myself? Now fuck me!”
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would cry out,
“Oh it’s about time you fucked your Bahū Bégum like a man, now slam that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours in deeper, come on Durgesh, be a good Hindu lover and fuck your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”
Even though her words were coming from my own mind, they caused me to moan softly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from behind me.
“What are you talking about?” I watched her gravely.
“Durgesh, I came in the front door five minutes ago. I looked in the back and saw your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān in the pool and figured I would just head on up here.” She pointed at the window, “There are woods on two sides of the yard and the next door neighbors are in their eighties. So unless you’re whacking off to trees or you got a thing for old ladies in walkers, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is the only thing out there.”
She folded her arms and cocked her head at me as if daring me to dispute it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was on the cheerleading squad at URI and was totally a stereotype of one.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was tall, blonde, blue eyed with an athletic body that featured a set smallish, but perfectly shaped Musalmān tits, and a pair of long legs that rivaled my Bahū Bégum’s as the nicest I’d ever seen.
It dawned on me even as my eyes lingered on her perky Musalmān tits that things were starting to get out of hand when I was comparing my Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend’s body with Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was a total freak, a Musalmān girl who fucked me more than most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her own age and loved to play out everything she saw.
Nothing was off limits for her oral, anal, etcetera, she loved it all and added extra thrills by introducing me to her favorite game; Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, loved for us to play out porn videos or pretend to be different people and I pretty much had learned to love everything she did because it was always one hell of a good time.
Even better was the fact Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was as sweet as she could be slutty for me exclusively and I had no doubts Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was my freak too.
I had no worries about her fooling around on me.
She knew the same as I told her-and wasn’t really kidding- that if nothing else I couldn’t handle more than her.
There was nothing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, wouldn’t do for me and even with that she had occasionally teased me with bringing another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman into the picture.
“Don’t bother trying to deny it Durgesh.” Her words pulled me from my admiration of her “I’ve been standing behind you and I heard what you said,” She smirked, “You want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck you!”
“That’s the normal reaction, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is teasing me herself as you too adamantly did. I can’t be an impotent.”
“Well it’s not like I didn’t already know.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told me as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to the window.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t get it.” I shook my head.
“No sweetie, you don’t” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, smiled and teased her long nails down my cheek, “But you’re awfully good looking so you don’t have to.”
She gave me a quick kiss and ran her fingers through my black hair,
“I love those pretty black eyes of yours. You have your Hindu male eyes.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“Well seeing you like how she looks, you should take that as a compliment,” she laughed, then squeezed my arms. “Keep in shape like her too, I’m a lucky Musalmān girl!”
“And the hottest Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck next too!” she added.
“Back to that.” I told her, “So how long are you going to bust my balls about it?”
“I’m not. Like I said, I already knew.”
“I can see it in the way she looks at you.” She sat on the edge of my desk and giggled, “When we all go swimming Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān spends as much time looking at you as I do myself.”
“That’s what I love you for, your blunt honesty, you blunt sincerity with me. So many of my other beautiful Musalmān houseladies lack that even while they fuck me.”
“Hey it’s okay, you know what it’s like to fuck me and I’ll show you anything you want.” She pointed over at my lap top. “And the last three porn movies we made?” She tapped her chin as if thinking “And I am pretty sure she had dark hair and green eyes.”
“Not to mention when we’re out on the deck and she drops something you all but fall over to try to get a look at her beautiful young Musalmān ass when she does.”
“I said okay.” I put my hand up.
“No. Just kind of cautious.”
“Why?” She pointed to herself, “You forgetting who you’re talking to? Last week I let you tie me face down on the bed, spank me raw and fuck me in my Kħātoon-e–Jannat Musalmān ass while you insisted not to.” She laughed, “Nothing bothers me, honey.”
“I know, but…”
“And before that you picked me up on the corner and I blew you right there in the CVS parking lot like I was a hooker, the Ever First President of Modern Democratic Årabia your hooker! Imagine.”
“I hate to be that sick minded, you know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Sick.” I sat down on the chair in front of the desk. “It really is, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is so teasing me 24×7 now nonstop that I keep thinking about banging my Bahū Bégum.”
“Can’t bother you too much from what I saw.”
“It really didn’t, but hearing you say it makes me realize it is pretty sick to want to have sex with a Bahū Bégum.”
“Not really.” She grinned, “When I was younger I used to have fantasies about you having sex with me.”
“I used to get off thinking about you punishing me for bad grades by getting on my knees and sucking your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-plus years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“So what happened?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She shrugged. “After a while the fantasies became truth . I never felt bad about them. You can’t help what you think about.”
“If I tried to, would you have let him?”
“Sure. But you still were creative. You wanted me for improving your Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.” I said gravely.
“That’s half-truth ! I wanted you for myself too. I’m not that sacrificing as my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and you yourself are. And I am never ashamed of it, even the slightest.” she slapped my arm, “But really, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, it’s just something people don’t want to admit.”
“So…you think it’s healthy?”
“I don’t know if that’s the word, but I don’t see any harm coming from it. Not unless you plan on it being your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān you tie up and fuck next.”
“Tie up?” I blinked at the sudden visual of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replacing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, on my bed, her ankles and wrists tied with her stockings and her beautiful young Musalmān ass having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund buried entirely. Her Musalmān asshole oozing my Hindu cum.
“No, I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”
“You can hurt little old me though?” she pushed her lips back into the pout and the lower one began to tremble, “Please sir! I’ll be good; please don’t put that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass! Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā please stop it hurts!”
“We’ll see. It’s more fun to come up with new games.”
“So you’re okay with knowing I…uh, fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”
“Yes and no.”
“On the yes side,” Standing up, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned to the window and moved the curtain. “Your Bahū Bégum is fucking hot as hell!”
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve been with a couple of girls, but they were girls, out there in that pool is all woman!” she sighed, “I would so love to lick your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s pussy after you’ve fucked her.” She giggled, “I have actually, but in my head when I play with myself.”
“You’ve gotten off to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”
“It is, why do think I never said anything about it? The girlfriend always gets to play too!”
She gave me a wink and while I replayed her words in my mind and began to think of all the incredibly hot scenes that it created, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned back to the window.
She had the curtains moved away from the window and I shook off the images of my Bahū Bégum sucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot while I fucked her doggy style.
“Hey get out of the window she’ll see you!”
“So? You think Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would know I’m picturing your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass?”
“Damn, I love you!” I laughed.
“You just love me for my sexy mind.” She sighed.
“No, I love you because you’re beautiful and very sweet when you want to be.”
She let the curtain fall and reaching up, undid the clip from her hair and shook her head.
I watched her long blonde hair cascade down her bare shoulders and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started throbbing at the memory of how that golden hair looked fanned out on my thighs while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān worked me with her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.
Grabbing her tank top she stripped it off and dropped it on the desk.
I glanced at her shirt and frowned when I saw the silver dollar on her persistent insistence, I had drilled a hole into and ran a chain through.
“Hey we need to work on that psyche project.”
“That lame hypnosis thing?” she rolled her eyes. “Tell you what, how about I hypnotize you with these?”
Rather than undo her bra, she yanked the cups down causing her young Musalmān tits to spring free.
“You are getting horny!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a deep voice, “You want to fuck on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s pretty titties, then fuck her hot Musalmān pussy!”
I laughed and opened my legs so she could step between them.
She stood in front of me and grabbing my shirt gave it a tug. I pulled it off and tossing it back over my head said,
“Hey you lock my door?”
“Why, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said its okay if we fool around as long as we stay in here and keep it quiet” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked “At least while she’s home, she’d kill us if she knew about the kitchen table.”
“But it’s locked? You said she didn’t know you were here.”
“It’s locked, worry wart. Just fuck on my Musalmān tits will you?”
“Yes ma’am” I cupped her tits and leaned forward, eagerly prepared to fuck on her swollen nipple.
“Yes Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She said, pulling her tit from me and taking a step back.
“Call me Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She had that nasty smile back on her face. “That will be today’s game. You’re going to pretend I’m your hot little Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān that you want to do all kinds of naughty things to.”
“She is compelling me to.” I said furiously.
“That’s natural, daring. Don’t blame us beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever. We come to you, we seduce you entirely unashamed of ourselves, because we poorest beautiful Musalmān houseladies never have another option for our survival even. Our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind is never as humane as you are. You are unique, matchless and never replaceable for us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh.”
She was absolutely correct.
‘The Muslim woman is the most helpless person in the world’.
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I looked at her gravely,
“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”
“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”
“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.
“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”
“You don’t believe in monogamy?”
“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”
“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’
“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”
“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*
“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”
“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”
Not about having a business date.
She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.
She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.
They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.
The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.
At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.
There was a trace of cool air.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.
“Just checking to see if the things were okay.” Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.
“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”
“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”
Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.
How could he manage to make it conditional!
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Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd enjoyed me more than I enjoyed her.
It was natural however.
She requested me for a date, not I.
Her Musalmān husband had left her charging she had sexual relationship with me.
Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd made me responsible for her future.
“Sure,” I said gravely, “but I’m sixty five years old already. You are only twenty eight years old. I’m entire thirty seven years older than you. Would you yourself love to be a wife of a Hindu they call Anant Muslimātchod Hindu and who is thirty seven years older than you?”
Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd smiled cunningly.
“Do I have any choice?”
“Yes,” I said gravely, “We can be friends only. We can keep platonic relationship between us. You would still be my responsibility, nevertheless, not as my one more wife, as my one more respected Musalmān lady friend only.”
Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd smiled.
“With how many beautiful Musalmān houseladies are you maintaining platonic relationship now?”
I looked at her silently.
“You are right. Not with many of them. Sooner or later they need sex eventually and compel me to provide it to them.”
Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd looked at me ironically.
“You want to say you aren’t responsible for turning the friendship into a sexual relationship, they themselves are?”
“I want to say nothing.” I said gravely, “Use your own judgment.”
We had our usual make out session and as was usually the case, I came home with a painfully aching hard-on, even after fucking Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd as much as I needed. Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd ultimately requested she couldn’t take me anymore. I didn’t need a woman only, to quench my sexual appetite. I need a whole army of beautiful Musalmān houseladies. No single young Musalmān lady can satisfy me sexually ever. I need a military of them.
It was a Friday night.
I had my weekend ahead.
Saturday and Sunday.
Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd could not take me even the whole Friday night.
She took me six or seven hours only.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!” Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd said completely exhausted, “I can’t take your ever ravenous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund anymore into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. I thought perhaps my oral and anal services to you could help me. But even they aren’t enough to satisfy you sexually. I surrender.”
“It’s our first night, Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd.”
“Certainly not.” I kept smiling, “I’m hyper sexual while you are a normal woman. You are right. No single woman can satisfy me sexually ever. I really need a whole army of beautiful Musalmān houseladies to quench my ever abnormal sexual appetite.”*
I knew Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was working late.
Therefore, when I got home I went straight to the bathroom.
I didn’t know the bathroom was already occupied.
How the hell had I known?
In her haste to relieve herself, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm had forgotten to close and lock the bathroom door.
She was entirely nude.
Perhaps Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm needed some relief quick.
She picked it up and placed it around her finger.
Its smell was intoxicating for her.
She started fingering herself again.
Naked visions of Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm were flowing through my mind, when suddenly, I heard a loud gasp.
Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm had seen me standing in the bathroom doorway, with her hand over her beautiful mouth.
Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm ran from the bathroom immediately.
She didn’t even have the courage enough to dress herself.
Nevertheless, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm didn’t run away from there without doing any mischief to me.
While running away through the bathroom door, she squeezed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund boldly grabbing it entirely unashamed of herself and her entire nudity.
However, in my own eyes it wasn’t my Hindu masculine weakness at all.
Instead, it was my Hindu masculine strength.
Yes, I was proud of it.
Never ashamed of.
I’ve kept countless beautiful Musalmān houseladies alive, from committing suicide even.
They needed sex while they were being preached instead.
I confidently followed her trying to explain.
It was necessary.
She had quarreled with her husband,
Muħammad Åārif was stunned,
“Durgesh is not only my friend, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm. He is Live in relationship partner of my sisters too. My sisters still live with me. We, entire seven sisters and one brother, me, inherit Abbū’s business. They are seven in numbers. How the hell can I keep their Live in relationship partner away from their own house? Their ownership on the multi-story mansion is seven times more than mine even.”
I told Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm I understood what Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was doing, but she should have at least had the decency to lock the door.
“Who the hell is here except you and me?”
I wasn’t stunned.
“What do you mean?” I tried to discipline her.
In her bedroom, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was still nude.
“Don’t you understand even now what I need immensely?” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was a total rebel now.
“I need you and your still erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is declaring it too needs my female services.”
“Dress yourself first.”
“I tried to adjust with your unnatural Hindu lifestyle.”
“I want to talk with you.”
“Put some clothes on first.”
“I’m more comfortable in this way.” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm smiled cunningly.
“Well, I’m not!”
Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm laughed.
“Why not? You aren’t an anti nudism yourself. 24x7x365 you fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Certainly you are habitual of seeing our beautiful nude female Musalmān bodies almost always and even enjoy us sexually. What is new to you? I wonder.”*
I had a note on the fridge from Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl saying she would be out.
I figured I would lay out by the pool and get high.
I had snuck weed out of my Bahū Bégum, Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s, room before – she sometimes had a bag lying in plain sight but when I went into her bedroom it was as clean as a hound’s tooth.
I looked around her room a bit.
Nothing on the night stand, nothing in her closet, nothing in her bathroom.
“Ok, what about her TV stand?”
I opened the double doors to her bedroom TV cabinet and found nothing but the TV.
I did find a key to the movie cabinet down below and figured I would give it a try.
I took the key and opened the cabinet and saw my prize!
It was a nice big bag of magically delicious weed!
There were some pre-rolled joints in the bag too so I helped myself and went to open the bag when I noticed something else in the cabinet.
Along with Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s collection of sappy love-story flicks, corny comedies, and Disney Flicks, there were some adult DVDs!!
There was also a stack of erotic magazines and a black velvet bag that contained an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and lube.
Most of them were my own Sex videos with her own Ammī, Al Suraiyā Al Tāhir, and with her mother in law, Al Jāsiyah Al Saåūd.
There were three magazines which particularly surprised me because they were girl on girl flicks.
“Well well! … So Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl too likes beautiful Musalmān chicks as much as I do!” I thought.
I went through her DVDs and found more of the same.
Lots of straight guy, I, /Musalmān chick stuff with fucking and sucking and that sort but then I also saw she had a few lesbo/Sapphic oriented flicks as well as some movies with names like “Home-styled Swingers” with everything from young Musalmān ladies masturbating to me banging two Musalmān chicks at a time.
I was shocked but I was also now ferociously horny.
Was she interested in me sexually?
I never knew.
I grabbed a DVD from the cabinet and a joint.
I then went to Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s computer by the bed and popped the DVD in the drive.
I almost lit my joint then and there, but figured “Stupid! – She will smell it! – you almost got yourself busted!”
I just entered in her password.
She made the mistake of writing it down in her address book and I found it a while back the last time I looked for weed in her room.
I popped my Bahū Bégum, Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s, screen and I was going to hit play on her desktop movie viewer icon when I saw that her browser history was open on the side of her web-explorer.
Curious, I looked at her history and saw that she had been taking in a steady diet of porn viewing online. Some it was straight, some girl/girl but some of it was…well a shock for me- INCEST MOVIES!
“Really?” I thought, “Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl was viewing that? Damn it!!” I spent about a half hour looking through Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s smut and then played the DVD in drive and saw that it was full of my plowing beautiful Musalmān chicks doggy-style, beautiful Musalmān chicks doing three-ways, and some nut-busting anal scenes, complete with one chick and her twin sister doing ass to mouth as I plowed both of their glorious Musalmān assholes!!
Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl was interested in me sexually.
But he should have told me the evidences of it too.
“Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl is crazy for you sexually, Durgesh.” Muħammad Qāsim said furiously, “She is responsible to make my son leave my house.”
“Muħammad Qāsim,” I said curtly, “Muħammad Sultān isn’t actually your son, you know. You…”
“You want to claim his fatherhood now?” Muħammad Qāsim was suddenly horrified.
Muħammad Qāsim smiled cunningly.
I watched him harshly.
“Well, are you regretting it now?”
“We Hindus believe that a Bhābhī is as pious as mother herself.”
“Yet, right from your very childhood, you are fucking the beautiful Musalmān houseladies you called Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters, Bhābhījāns, you fuck my Ammi, don’t you?’
“Your Abbū requested me to fuck your Ammī.”
I smiled bitterly.
“Muħammad Qāsim, you have thirteen elder sisters to you. Don’t you?”
“That’s not what I’m telling you, damnfool.” I said bitterly, “Your Grandmother, Bégum Al Tihārat Al Saåīd, was compelling your Abbū,
Muħammad Åbdullah, to divorce your Ammī, Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an, because she couldn’t provide her a grandson.”
“Therefore you fucked my Ammī and fathered me?” Muħammad Qāsim asked me sarcastically.
“You don’t believe it?”
“I can’t believe that an only seven years old boy could fuck my Ammī who was already the mother of my three sisters. Even if I believe that my Ammī gave birth to my eldest sister when she was sixteen years old only.”
“Why not? Because my Ammī should have been nineteen when she mothered my second sister, should have been twenty two when she mothered my third elder sister. You mean when you were only seven years old you fucked my twenty five years old Ammī and fathered me? Nonsense!”
“Your entire calculation is quite wrong, my child.” Muħammad Qāsim’s still immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an, contradicted her son suddenly.
We didn’t know when she had entered there.
“Ammījān,” Muħammad Qāsim stood up in her honor.
“Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an,” I smiled, “darling, your damnfool son, Muħammad Qāsim, thinks I didn’t father him actually.”
“Muħammad Qāsim,” Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an said, “You think I’m a cougar that loved to have sex with your young friend Durgesh to satisfy my sexual appetite.”
“In those days, our parents married their daughters when they were not even born. I was married to Muħammad Åbdullah when I was only nine years old. Your eldest sister was born when I was thirteen only.”
“I can’t believe it,” Muħammad Qāsim smiled unbelieving it.
Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an smiled sarcastically, “your second elder sister was born when I was sixteen. Your third elder sister was born when I was eighteen. Durgesh didn’t fuck me when I was twenty five. He fucked me when I was twenty years old only. At my twenty two you were born.”
Muħammad Qāsim laughed.
“How old are you now, Ammījān?”
Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an smiled.
“What do you think?”
Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an laughed.
“You are yourself fifty, Muħammad Qāsim. I couldn’t be your Ammī when I was ten years old only.”
“You mean you are Seventy Two, Ammī?” Muħammad Qāsim was wide eyed, “I can’t believe it. You look hardly Sixty only.”
“Thanks for flattering me, my boy.”
“I’m not flattering you, Ammī. Wallah, you don’t look more than Sixty anyhow.”
“Muħammad Qāsim, Durgesh is having sex with me since fifty two years. He was thirteen then and I was twenty when we consummated our first sex.”
Muħammad Qāsim was crestfallen.
“You mean Durgesh is really my father?”
“Durgesh is really your father, my child.” Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an smiled, “Most of your friends have the same father, yet the different mothers. Durgesh was already fucking most of my Musalmān ladyfriends.”*
I said curtly,
“Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm, you are teasing me.”
“Certainly not. If you feel so, you can fuck me here and now, as much as you damn please!”
“That’s what you really want.”
“So what? I’m a fully grown up Musalmān young lady of twenty eight years old already. I can have sex with anyone I damn please! Can’t I?”
“You want me to fuck you here and now.”
“Sure, if you agree with me, undress yourself and come to me. We both are adults. We can have sex legally whenever we need it.”
“You are a PhD, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm,”
“You must behave more sophisticated.”
Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm winked at me.
“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is betraying your entire sophistication. Come on. I myself invite you.”
She suddenly jumped up, came to me and undressed me quickly so fast I couldn’t even protest her,
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was immediately in her dazzlingly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was sucking me desperately caring damn whether I liked it, or not.
I was dumbfounded.
I never thought Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was so crazy to have sex with me.
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And before I had time to object, not that it seemed likely that she would let me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dropped his head to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, cradling her quivering Musalmān buttocks in his hands.
Her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaked; liberally splattered with a coating of foamed-up my whitish Hindu cum and her own female Musalmān offerings.
It looked delectable!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dived in.
His Musalmān tongue was at once getting busy as he swabbed up our Ashvinātam juices, quickly swallowing them as he went, causing Āmnah Azhar to cry out excitedly and to lift her hips up as if to greet Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s, her Musalmān husband’s, mouth.
Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, proudly, ironically.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled too.
A woman is a woman after all.
She could be his Ammī, his Bājī, his younger sister, his wife, anyone.
They had the same smile, triumphant, proud, and sarcastic.
They think they had won Durgesh even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thinks something else entirely different, none of them is aware of.
They don’t know what he is getting out of it.
She forced him first to lick her sexual secretions with that of Durgesh.
Even his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, came later on.
She was startled.
She could not believe her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī thoroughly sophisticated Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter was enjoying the immense infamous Uncut Hindu Lund of the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.
Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, blackmailed her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, to get Durgesh’s ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her ever-incompetent ‘Musalmān’ husband, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, couldn’t satisfy her sexually as much as she needed.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī learned a great bitterest lesson.
They refuse to accept this bitterest truth.
Yet, it’s true.
Incredible, yet, true!
They blackmailed each other for it.
After somewhat primary hesitations, ultimately everyone of them agreed.
He understands it now fully.
They sympathize with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
And Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiles secretly on their immensely foolish scientific ignorance.
They never knew what they produce thus as their Ashvinātam sexual secretions with Durgesh.*
That was Durgesh no doubt.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching it ever since his very childhood.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slid past her clit, eliciting a groan of dismay as he did so but instead Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lowered his face as far as he could between her legs – her luscious long sleek legs that were already wrapping themselves over his shoulders.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī inhaled deeply of her exciting scents mixed with my Uncut Hindu Lund’s masculine fragrance too; the deep muskiness of hot flesh and the wild lustiness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it was lubricated generously.
Slowly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved upwards, nearer and ever nearer to her pussy, collecting even before he got there, trickles of her lovely lubrications mixed with mine.
“Lick me Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, please,” groaned Āmnah Azhar, “Use your tongue…”
‘Oh yes, Wallah, I’d use it, that was for sure!’ Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thought.
He began again near the bottom of her wet cleft, sliding upwards until he found her slippery little hole.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thrust his tongue inside, loving the feel of her quickly tightening flesh and the gushes of our Ashvinātam sex juices.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mouth was wet as he moved higher up her pretty lips, licking first one side and then the other; carefully avoiding her clit for now, until Āmnah Azhar was almost screaming for more.
And now to the powerhouse of her arousal – to her clit and the wild orgasm that would inevitably follow mixed with Durgesh’s ever precious ever miraculous Hindu semen, his stimulation of that miniscule piece of stiffened flesh!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī settled himself comfortably and made his approach – a long sweeping slide of his tongue from near her hole, right up until Al Nādir Al Ghāzī swept over her clit and off again, like a bird swooping down over a lake and rising away…
Āmnah Azhar jerked hard and cried out, her hands pulling his head back to her pleasure center.
Willingly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī now engulfed her whole clit in his mouth, his tongue tickling the tip while his lips squeezed the shaft of her mini-penis.
Āmnah Azhar cried out again, her hands pushing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī down to hold him in position.
“Yes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, more, my boy – I’m so near!” she cried, her voice almost cracking up with emotion, “Please don’t stop!”
Quickly now Al Nādir Al Ghāzī concentrated all his attention on her clit, while now bringing a hand up to slide over her very lubricated lips.
Āmnah Azhar moaned loudly as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī brought her closer and closer to her climax; lubrication was pouring from her, as were sweat and clouds of pheromones; Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could do nothing to escape now.
And suddenly Āmnah Azhar cried out once more and this time he knew it was with exalted release.
“Aaaaahhh, cummming!” she cried, “You’ve made me cum! Your ever obedient tongue did wonders again. Your job of cleaning me up after Durgesh fucks me is excellent, my boy. Cumming! Oh yesssss!”
Under him, everything was jerking, writhing and squirming; only Āmnah Azhar’s hands on his head held him in place, stationed as he was over her clit.
For what seemed like long minutes, she was in raptures; her body shaking and quivering spasmodically as bursts of sexual pleasure fired nerve receptors in her brain, until finally she fell still, only her deep breathing revealing that she was still alive.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lifted his head to look down at her and finally her eyes opened; eyes full of love and happiness.
“Oh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my ever obedient little slave, that was so good,” she said, “You’re my best slave ever!”
Āmnah Azhar was now groaning as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī touched her sensitive flesh.
Moving down a little, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī penetrated her sticky hole and sucked up a mouthful of our highly scented Ashvinātam emissions, holding them in his mouth.
Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved up her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body until they were face to face.
Quickly her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Musalmān lips came up to meet his.
Their tongues dueled happily in the mouthful of sticky Ashvinātam fluids.
Their lips although wet now managed to lock together as they made love to each other with their mouths.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked into Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
Āmnah Azhar nodded quickly and I felt her hips push her sex up at my now rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Definitely!” she moaned, “I’m ready…”
“Yessss,” I moaned as my still slippery Hindu knob slotted into position, “Here I come then.”
“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, come back where you belong,” said Āmnah Azhar, her arms now around my neck again, “Give me everything – fill me again!”
This time, I soon realized, it would be a quickie. We were both already well primed and ready. Āmnah Azhar wouldn’t need much to get her to a climax and my balls already were churning as they prepared to release another load.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her hot wet welcoming hole so easily.
Quickly we fucked.
Our bodies now slamming together; our breaths quick and shallow; our hearts beating wildly.
Frantically we hammered at each other; excited cries filling the woodland glade; passionate words broadcasting like seeds.
In minutes, I felt my Hindu sperm rising; my second offering for Āmnah Azhar and definitely not my last!
“Coming soon,” I cried and Āmnah Azhar hummed an accord.
“And me,” she groaned, her hips pounding against my downthrusting sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I was so ready for you.”
With a final flurry we both reached our zeniths; our Ashvinātam bodies bonded as one as I poured another liberal donation of my reproductive Hindu juices into Āmnah Azhar.
Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body seemed to simply absorb my Hindu offerings; she almost absorbed me entirely as I felt us meld together, then entirely united we cried out our love and passion until we just collapsed into a hot twitching heap.
Slowly we slid apart; my slowly softening sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slipping almost unwillingly from her abused young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot; Āmnah Azhar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole jerking closed as if to retain my Hindu sperm inside her.
We looked at each other lovingly and I shook my head at her.
“You are wicked!” I said in mock horror, “Fucking your stepfather in law! Whatever next?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s exploring tongue trailed down the center of her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, from the generous canyon between her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts, down her sternum, onto the firm structure of her abdomen and down to her navel.
There Al Nādir Al Ghāzī paused.
His tongue was busily twisting into her small cave, making Āmnah Azhar squirm, her delicate young pink Musalmān hands coming down to rest on his head.
I looked up and she was smiling down at me; her beautiful Musalmān eyes happy and bright.*
“Well, I wasn’t fucking you then, Āmnah Azhar. No need to be jealous of her. She thought she had a trump card in that illegal marriage prosecution. She couldn’t imagine you may be here, safely ensconced in Mexico. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can’t touch you here with the illegal marriage charge. I can tell her that you are planning on transferring your property interests, buying a large hacienda in Mexico and living there. That may give her something to worry about.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up.
“That’s a splendid idea. It’s pippin! That’s going to knock her for a loop!”
I looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Who doesn’t?” Āmnah Azhar interrupted me sarcastically.
I deliberately ignored her.
I never wanted to indulge in the jealousy of my women against my other women.
It was useless.
I continued to say as if I were never interrupted,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a way of doing things so that she shows just enough leg to keep people interested and…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed almost appreciating his former wife,
“That’s Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, all right. That’s the way she used to be with me. I remember when she was my secretary she…”
“Pardon, my dear!”
I never wanted them to quarrel with each other.
It wasn’t good for me.
It would have been troublesome for me.
They both were playing their own games.
I had to play my own game myself, naturally.
As a stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never paid any respect to me.
He wasn’t loyal to me ever, neither as a stepson, nor as even a fellow human being.
They were adamant to kill everyone if s/he wasn’t one of them.
It was a fatal mistake to expect anything humanistic from them.
“Before we start talking any cash figure with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, I advise you to spend some money on detectives and find out a little more about what she was doing with her time during that period when you didn’t hear from her.”
“She was fucking you, we know already,” Āmnah Azhar blazed.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more sober.
“Nonsense, Āmnah Azhar,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said patiently, “Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was fucking DURGESH already when even she was with me. I myself suggested her to fuck Durgesh. I even participated in the sex sessions of her with Durgesh, as I am participating with you now. That’s not the point.”
“He thinks it’s his necessity.” I said.
“Yessssssssss!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said curtly, “I am one of those countless Musalmīn whose beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so obsessed with having sex with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu that they enjoy punishing the male children of their household to lick the sexual secretions of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks them.”
“Āmnah Azhar!” I protested vehemently.
“You don’t think so, I know.” Āmnah Azhar said curtly.
“Why not? Do they understand that they should never do it?”
“Certainly their beautiful Musalmān houseladies aren’t responsible for it.”
“Why didn’t you yourself do it?” Āmnah Azhar was still sarcastic.
Moreover, her sarcasm was becoming more and more bitter.
It was now the normal behavior of most of the Musalmān young ladies whenever they were criticized.
They always blamed their Musalmān mankind for everything immoral they were practicing.
It was FEMINISM.
They refused to understand that it was destroying families themselves.
“The families themselves must understand it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had responded me curtly, “We beautiful Musalmān houseladies refuse out rightly to pay the entire cost of keeping the families. Why the hell our Musalmān mankind is not paying any cost of keeping their families themselves?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I said patiently, “It’s wrong to divide families in mankind and womankind.”
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