The Punishment to my enemy
45 years old Durgesh was the perennial winner who had never failed at anything throughout his life.
Of course, it was Durgesh’s unique sexual prowess that he never failed.
There was always somebody else to blame for his/her failure.
While Durgesh’s arch Musalmān enemy, Muħammad Ħasan; had even failed at being a husband.
He had married Zubédah Shareef shortly after being thrown out of the Navy, and from the very beginning he had abused her both mentally and physically.
It seems that while Muħammad Ħasan had a bad temper, he was also a coward. Since he didn’t have the guts to take out his aggressions on someone who might just kick his ass all over the room, he took it all out on Zubédah Shareef , and Zubédah Shareef , a compliant, mousy woman, took his mistreating.
She was convinced that while she didn’t love Muħammad Ħasan anymore, she should stay with him for the sake of the one bright spot in her life, their second daughter Asmah Muħammad .
Asmah Muħammad was a happy, outgoing child, and an absolute joy to Zubédah Shareef .
She was also the one thing that could get Zubédah Shareef to stand up to Durgesh.
While Zubédah Shareef was willing to take Muħammad Ħasan ’s abuse herself, she protected Asmah Muħammad with the determination of a Ammī lion protecting her cub.
As such, while Asmah Muħammad realized that her father was far from perfect, she didn’t really comprehend just how bad Muħammad Ħasan could be.
That began changing in the summer of her nineteenth year when her Ammī left Muħammad Ħasan fo ever and started living openly with his bitterest Hindu enemy Durgesh.
For the next year, Asmah Muħammad began noticing subtle changes in the way Durgesh acted towards her.
At first, it was just small things, little flashes of anger, which she attributed it to Durgesh’s anger over Zubédah Shareef ’s husband, her father, Muħammad Ħasan.
As time passed, however, Durgesh became more abusive, yelling at Asmah Muħammad for little things, or sometimes for nothing at all.
Gradually, Asmah Muħammad learned to try and avoid her new Hindu “father”(?) as much as possible.
She kept hoping that Durgesh would eventually adjust, and that things would then improve at home.
The fact was that Durgesh felt no anger at all.
Now, with that buffer suddenly gone, Durgesh was slowly starting to react to Asmah Muħammad as his nature dictated. Due to that, it had not been a good year at home for Asmah Muħammad .
Asmah Muħammad ’s life was different in University.
Now at the age of twenty Asmah Muħammad doing graduation in university.
she was popular with her fellow classmates and involved in numerous extra- curricular activities.
Not only were the activities fun, but they gave her an excuse to stay late at school rather than go home.
She also found herself the object of more than one young Hindu man’s attention. This was understandable, as Asmah Muħammad was a pretty Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl, with long brown hair framing a heart shaped face.
She had lustrous brown eyes, a delicate nose and full, red lips and her attractive sexy figure 37-29-38.
Her legs were long and shapely.
She stood five foot five inches tall and weighted one hundred and twelve pounds. She was friendly and had an easy going laugh that people liked.
Asmah Muħammad would have no trouble finding dates for university functions.
In fact, she had accepted an invitation from Tribhuvan Sharma, a senior in her university who was in the Art Guild with her, to go to her very first university dance competition.
The dance was scheduled for next Saturday night, and Asmah Muħammad was looking forward to the experience.
She had even bought a new white silk dress and a pair of white high heels for the occasion.
Saturday came and Asmah Muħammad spent the day in a state of both anticipation and nervousness.
She was thrilled to be going to the dance, but the butterflies in her stomach just wouldn’t settle down.
She fixed and fixed again her hair through the afternoon.
She worked on her makeup until she had it just right.
Finally, a good hour before Tribhuvan Sharma was to pick her up, she put on her new dress and shoes.
The dress was sleeveless with thin spaghetti straps and a zipper up the back.
The skirt stopped two inches above Asmah Muħammad ’s knees.
With the high heels to accent her shapely legs, she looked beautiful.
Still nervous, she paced in her room, repeatedly glancing out the window until she saw Tribhuvan Sharma’s car pull into the driveway.
Grabbing her purse, she ran down stairs just as she heard the knock on the front door.
” Hi.” Asmah Muħammad smiled at Tribhuvan Sharma as she opened the door.
” Hi yourself.” he smiled back, ” Gee, you look really beautiful, Asmah Muħammad!”
She blushed at the compliment,
” Well, I guess I’m ready if you are.” she said.
Durgesh had been in one of his moods all day, and she really didn’t want to introduce Tribhuvan Sharma to him.
Durgesh watched from the window as Tribhuvan Sharma walked with Asmah Muħammad to his car.
Asmah Muħammad was certainly growing up, he thought.
Turning into a real little lookers, she was.
And now she was starting to date.
Durgesh walked to the living room and turned on the television.
Asmah Muħammad had the most wonderful night of her life.
Tribhuvan Sharma had taken her to one of her favourite restaurants, for dinner before the dance.
When they arrived at university, they found the gym beautifully decorated, transforming the normally functional room into a romantic tropical island.
There were two really good bands and a DJ to provide the music.
Tribhuvan Sharma proved to be an excellent dancer and a charming companion, and Asmah Muħammad wanted the night to go on forever.
Like every night, however, this one too had to end.
At eleven o’clock, the music ended and the lights came up, signalling that it was time for the teenagers to leave.
Tribhuvan Sharma, trying to prolong the evening as much as possible, took a longer route to Asmah Muħammad ’s house than was necessary, giving them more time to talk.
Asmah Muħammad had no objections at all.
She had discovered that she really liked Tribhuvan Sharma, and hoped he would ask her out again.
Parking the car in Asmah Muħammad’s driveway, Tribhuvan Sharma climbed out of the driver’s side and walked around the car to open the passenger door for her.
Tribhuvan Sharma and Asmah Muħammad held hands as he walked her to the front door of her house.
” I had a really great time, Tribhuvan Sharma.”
” So did I. Umm, maybe we could, uh, do something next week?” Tribhuvan Sharma asked nervously.
” I’d like that, Tribhuvan Sharma. Really!” Asmah Muħammad was so happy that he had asked.
” Great! We can talk about it at college. Maybe take in a movie or something.”
” Sounds good to me.”
” Good night, Asmah Muħammad .” he said when the kiss ended.
” Good night, Tribhuvan Sharma.” Asmah Muħammad was nearly breathless.
Asmah Muħammad opened the door and slipped into the house.
She was watching Tribhuvan Sharma walk down the sidewalk and climb into his car before closing the door.
She leaned against the door jamb for a Moment, smiling to herself in the darkened room.
Turning, she started towards the steps.
” Asmah Muħammad !”
She jumped as she turned towards the voice.
” Oh! Mydear and darling Hindu Daddy!” She said sarcastically, “ You startled me. I didn’t see you there!”
Durgesh stepped out of the darkened living room.
She could smell the nice fragrance of his Hindu body as he approached her.
” So how was the dance?” he asked.
” It was nice, but it really took it out of me. I think I’ll just go to bed.” She began moving towards the steps as she said it.
Her new Hindu “father”(?)had scared her.
” What’s the hurry? Isn’t got time for your old Hindu man?” Durgesh grumbled as he grabbed Asmah Muħammad by the arm.
” No hurry. It’s only…I mean….I’m just tired, that’s all. I want to….go to sleep.” Asmah Muħammad stammered.
Durgesh was beginning to scare her.
” Not yet, sweetheart. Not till you’ve danced with the old Hindu man.”
” But, Daddy, I-I’m really tired.”
” You can dance with some young punk, you can dance with me!” Durgesh pulled Asmah Muħammad roughly to him. With both of his arms under hers and wrapped around her, he crushed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body against his and began swaying to music that only he could hear. Slowly, Durgesh danced with his arch Musalmān enemy’s daughter around the living room, holding her tightly against himself.
She squirmed in my arms, but I was bigger and stronger than she was.
I continued moving her around the floor, continued nuzzling her neck.
I pulled my head back and looked my arch Musalmān enemy’s Musalmān daughter in her eyes.
The look on my face terrified Asmah Muħammad .
She had never seen me look so…so…DANGEROUS!
” Stop it? STOP it? Who do you think you’re talking too? I’m your Ammī’s new fucker, and you DON’T tell me what the fuck to do!”
Before she could react, I moved my hands up her back, grasping her dress on either side of the zipper.
With one vicious move, I broke the zipper and tore the back of Asmah Muħammad ’s dress open, snapping both spaghetti straps as I did.
” DADDY!” Asmah Muħammad screamed, her eyes bulging as she grabbed the top of her dress with both hands to keep it from falling and exposing her Musalmān breasts .
“Sālī! I’m not your father, neither you think I am. You still love that beast Muħammad Ħasan, who tried his best to assassinate my wife Saiyadā Fātimah PhD and me.”
” Let me GO!” Asmah Muħammad screamed as she began hitting me with both fists.
I grabbed her by the wrists and forced her arms down and behind her.
The top of Asmah Muħammad’s dress fell, exposing her bare Musalmān breasts to her new Hindu “father”(?).
Only the belt around her waist kept the dress from dropping to the floor.
” Leave me ALONE! Please, Daddy, PLEASE leave me alone!” Asmah Muħammad was crying, the tears rolling down her face as I forced her onto her back on the floor.
Asmah Muħammad ’s right arm was now pinned underneath me, while I continued holding her left arm behind her back with my left hand.
My Hindu tongue was licking her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān neck and upper chest, slowly moving towards her Musalmān breasts as my free right hand began pulling the hem of her dress up, bunching it around her waist and exposing her lower Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, now covered only by her panties and pantyhose.
” Allah, Daddy, PLEASE stop! You can’t DO this!” Asmah Muħammad struggled helplessly as I kissed one of her Musalmān breasts , my tongue darting around the nipple.
She felt my hand work it’s way slowly up her thigh, felt it rubbing her stomach and then felt it travel down the right thigh, still rubbing and squeezing as it went.
Asmah Muħammad tried twisting her body away, but it was no use.
She felt so damned GOOD!
I moved up, laying on Asmah Muħammad ’s naked chest and pinning her down as I licked her Musalmān neck and ear.
” Allah! NO! You can’t DO this. Please, Daddy, PLEASE DON’T” Asmah Muħammad begged as she felt the crotch of her pantyhose tear open.
” Daddy! You’re HURTING me. Please stop! It HURTS!” Asmah Muħammad cried out as I began forcing my Uncut Hindu Penis up inside her dry Musalmān Vagina .
Fear tore through Asmah Muħammad as she realized for the first time that I wasn’t going to stop, that I was planning to use her sexually.
After all she was my arch Musalmān enemy’s Musalmān daughter, still loyal to her Musalmān father.
Asmah Muħammad felt sick to her stomach.
This couldn’t be happening to her.
Her own father, not real, nevertheless he fucks her Ammīs now; COULDN’T be doing this to her!
” Allah, Daddy, p-please st-stop! I d-don’t want to d-do this!” Asmah Muħammad pleaded through her tears as I moved my Uncut Hindu Penis in and out of her.
She felt me pull my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her and shift position, moving on top of her.
She tried to hold her legs together, but I forced them apart with my knees.
Asmah Muħammad was twisting her body and pushing against the floor with her high heels in an attempt to free herself.
She tried bucking me off, but I was too big, too heavy.
” Mmmmrrrrrrggggg.” Asmah Muħammad groaned around my tongue as she felt me move my hand between them.
Her panic began to rise as she felt me fumbling with the catch of my trousers.
I dropped my hnmouth to Asmah Muħammad ’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and began kissing as I pushed the crotch of her panties aside and began rubbing the head of my Uncut Hindu Penis between the lips of her Musalmān Vagina .
She had never been so afraid in her life.
Asmah Muħammad could hear the blood pounding in her ears as her heart raced.
She felt the fear twisting her stomach into knots as I continued rubbing myself up and down the entrance to her Musalmān Vagina .
The realization hit her that her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY was going to RAPE her!
” Allah! don’t!
Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! PLEASE don’t!” Asmah Muħammad cried out as she felt me begin to force myself up inside of her.
She felt my blood engorged Hindu member spreading the entrance to her Musalmān Vagina as it moved deeper into her.
” No! Please NO! Get OUT of me! Don’t DO this!” Asmah Muħammad felt the tears rolling down her face as I moved on top of her, forcing myself a little deeper into her with each Hindu thrust.
I was moaning in her ear as I continued rocking on her, continued moving in and out of her.
” Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, Asmah Muħammad ! You’re so TIGHT! Oh you feel so GOOD.” I groaned in my ARCH Musalmān ENEMY’s daughter’s ear as I moved deeper into her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.
” NO! Stop it! Daddy, PLEASE stop it! I don’t want to DO this! Get OUT of me! Oh please GET OUT OF ME!” Asmah Muħammad screamed in desperation as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY pulled back, preparing for the final assault on her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān virginity.
” Don’t! Please DON’T! You’re HURTING me! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! NO! It HURTS! Daddy PLEASE don’t! NO! NO! OHHNOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Asmah Muħammad ’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body snapped taut and she screamed in pain as I drove myself completely into her, brutally tearing through her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hymen and shattering my arch Musalmān enemy’s Musalmān daughter’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān virginity.
Asmah Muħammad was sobbing uncontrollably.
” Oh, baby, you feel so good!” I murmured as I lifted up and gazed into my arch Musalmān enemy’s daughter’s tear stained face, ” You feel so damned good!”
” Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy! Please stop! Please get out of me! It hurts so bad!” Asmah Muħammad stammered through her tears.
” It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’ll get used to it. You’re going to learn to your new Hindu Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Dick, baby!” I told her ironically as I slowly moved my stiffened Hindu member inside her.
She fit so tightly around me that it felt like her Musalmān Pussy was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I began stroking myself in her, pulling slowly out of her before pushing myself all the way back into her.
I didn’t care about the grimace of pain that appeared on her face each time I drove into her.
” Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh!” Asmah Muħammad whimpered each time I thrust into her, impaling her on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Dick.
She felt as if I was tearing her open, ripping her insides apart,
” Uhhh…uhhh…D-daddy…uhhh…p-please….uhhh…n-no more!…uhhh…uhhh…P-please!”
I put my hands on each side of her face as I began kissing her again.
With her arms now free, Asmah Muħammad tried pushing me off of her, but it was no use.
Still I kept her crushed to the floor as my Hindu body ground against hers.
” Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh! Oh, p-please, Daddy!” Asmah Muħammad begged as I again dropped my mouth to her breasts, ” Please …uhhh… leave me …uhhh… alone. …uhhh… P-please …uhhh…stop h-hurting me! …uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! …uhhh… PLEASE leave me ALONE!”
Asmah Muħammad felt the sweat beginning to bead on her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body as the Hindu assault continued.
She was still fighting, twisting her body, pushing with her legs and arms in an attempt to get her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY’s Uncut Hindu Penis out of her.
Her own exertions, combined with the exertions the rape was forcing on her, were rapidly bringing her to the point of exhaustion.
She could hear me panting and moaning in her ear as I continued raping her.
” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! …uhhh… No more! …uhhh…uhhh… I c-can’t t-take anymore! …uhhh… P- please, Daddy, p-please stop! …uhhh… St-stop h-hurting me! …uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! !”
I was becoming more and more excited.
Asmah Muħammad moaned in pain as I began driving into her at an ever more frenzied Hindu pace.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Penis swelling inside her even more than it had been as my degenerate Hindu passion increased.
Suddenly, a new terror filled Asmah Muħammad as, for the first time, the thought of pregnancy slammed full force into her consciousness.
Asmah Muħammad began fighting even harder with the new terror.
Pushing against my chest, digging her high heels into the carpet for leverage, twisting her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body under mine in an attempt to dislodge my Uncut Hindu Penis from her before I could ejaculate inside of her.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! …uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy! …uhhh…uhhh… Please! PLEASE don’t cum inside me!” Asmah Muħammad pleaded with her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, “Uhhh…uhhh… PLEASE don’t! …uhhh… cum inside me! …uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy PLEASE don’t! PLEASE DON’T!”
I was becoming more and more excited, causing me to drive into Asmah Muħammad with ever increasing Hindu ferocity.
My balls were so swollen with my Hindu sperm that they were sore.
I could feel the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick becoming ever more sensitive as it drove in and out of Asmah Muħammad .
Asmah Muħammad felt my Uncut Hindu Dick pounding into her as I moaned in her ear.
She could feel me swelling and stiffening even further inside her, could feel the swollen veins running the length of my Hindu meat as it moved inside her.
She fought with every ounce of strength she could muster to try and get me out of her.
” Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā !” I groaned as Ifelt my balls begin to tighten.
” No Daddy! Please NO!” Asmah Muħammad pleaded as she felt my Uncut Hindu Dick begin to throb inside her, ” Don’t cum in me! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! PLEASE don’t cum in me! Oh please no! NO! DON’T! DADDY NO! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!” Asmah Muħammad cried out as she felt the first wave of my Hindu cum shoot into her.
I kept driving into her, over and over until I had milked every drop of my Hindu cum from my balls.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu Dick slowly softening inside her as the tears rolled down the sides of her face and into her sweat matted hair.
I fastened my trousers and stepped to the end table.
Asmah Muħammad was still laying on the floor and crying.
I watched as she pulled the top of her torn dress up to cover her Musalmān breasts , and then slowly sat up.
Holding the top of her dress in place with one hand, she pushed the hem down with the other, covering herself as best she could.
She sat on the floor crying for several minutes before, with great effort, she got to her feet.
Never taking her eyes off the floor, Asmah Muħammad started for the stairs when I grabbed her by the arm.
” This is between us, Asmah Muħammad . Understand that. You tell anybody, you won’t live long enough to regret it. You understand?”
” I understand.” Asmah Muħammad muttered, and I released her arm.
Going to her room, Asmah Muħammad collapsed on the bed and cried into her pillow for nearly half an hour.
Finally, she removed her ruined clothing, put on her robe, and went to the bathroom where she spent nearly two hours in a shower as hot as she could stand. Returning to her room, she put on a pink nylon nightgown and crawled into bed where she cried herself to sleep.
Asmah Muħammad wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep when she was suddenly awakened.
She realized that it was the covers being pulled off of her that had woken her, and she gasped as she felt me crawl into bed next to her.
” Hello, baby.” I murmured as I lay partially on Asmah Muħammad and put my arms around her, ” Ready for your next lesson?”
Asmah Muħammad realized with a shock that I was naked.
” Oh, no. Not again. Please, Daddy, not again!” Asmah Muħammad whimpered as I began feeling her Musalmān breasts . Her tears began streaking her face as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY started kissing her and rubbing his hands over her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.
She felt me pull the hem of her nightgown above her waist and then start to push her panties down.
This couldn’t be happening again, she thought as I removed her panties.
It just couldn’t be.
” Please, Daddy, please don’t. Oh, Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! please don’t.” she begged as I climbed on top of her and forced her legs apart.
She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Dick forcing it’s way up inside her.
She heard her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY sigh as I buried myself completely in her young beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body. Asmah Muħammad cried quietly as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY slowly stroked his Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of her.
Asmah Muħammad could watch the minutes crawl by on the lighted face of the digital clock on her nightstand.
How long was it going to last? How much more could she stand?
” Please, Daddy. …uhhh…uhhh… Please stop. …uhhh…uhhh… Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! PLEASE stop!” Asmah Muħammad whimpered in pain as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY pumped himself inside her.
She was still hurting from the first rape, so this second Hindu assault was agonizing to her. ” Uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! it h-hurts! …uhhh…uhhh… It hurts so bad! …uhhh…uhhh… Please! Please no more!” .
” Aw, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re sore down there, aren’t you?” I told her as I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her.
Asmah Muħammad moaned in relief as she felt me withdraw from her.
Having me inside her had been incredibly painful.
” Just roll over, sweetheart, and we’ll do something different so we won’t hurt your poor little Musalmān Pussy.”
Asmah Muħammad felt the fear twist at her insides as she realized what I intended to do.
” NO! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! NO! You CAN’T do that! You just CAN’T!” Asmah Muħammad screamed as I grabbed her arm and began forcing her to roll over.
She fought as hard as she could, but she was no match for her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY.
Twisting one of her arms up behind her back, I forced her onto her stomach and used my knees to pry her legs apart.
I dropped onto her back, using my weight to pin her to the bed.
” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! NO!” Asmah Muħammad cried. ” Don’t DO this! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! OWWWW!” Asmah Muħammad ’s eyes squeezed shut and her brow furrowed in pain as I forced the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick into her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
The pain was incredible!
” Don’t! PLEASE don’t! It’s too BIG! AHHHH! AHHHH! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! it HURTS!” she screamed as she squirmed underneath her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, trying to escape from the Uncut Hindu Dick that was penetrating her more deeply with every Hindu thrust.
Over and over I pounded into her, ignoring her screams of pain.
” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! PLEASE stop! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Asmah Muħammad arched her back and her head snapped back as I finally overcame the resistance of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body and drove the full length of my Uncut Hindu Dick deep into her bowels.
The intense pain tore through to the very center of her being, and Asmah Muħammad thought that she would surely die.
She felt as if she were being ripped in two as I repeatedly and viciously drove into her.
The pain was even worse than the first time I had raped her.
She ground her teeth together and moaned in pain as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY brutally violated her.
” Nnnuuuhhh…nnnuuuhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! …ooohhhhh… P-please st-STOP! …nnnuuuhhh… I can’t t-TAKE it …nnnuuuhhh… anymore! …nnnuuuhhh… D-Daddy, PLEASE!”
I ignored my arch Musalmān nemy’s Musalmān daughter’s pleas and continued plowing into her as fast and as hard as I could.
I loved hearing her beg and scream. Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, she felt so fucking good!
” Uhhh…uhhh… N-no m-more! …uhhh…uhhh… oohhhhhh …uhhh… P-please, Daddy, please! …uhhh…uhhh… You’re h-hurting me! oohhhhhh …uhhh…uhhh…” she begged in vain.
She could feel me swelling inside her and knew that I was getting close.
My excitement was growing as I drove myself repeatedly into Asmah Muħammad ’s bowels.
I began driving into her with an ever increasing Hindu frenzy.
” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy! …uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! it HURTS! oohhhhhh …uhhh…uhhh… Please st-stop! …uhhh…uhhh… Oh Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! PLEASE STOP!” Asmah Muħammad screamed in pain as I reamed out her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān asshole. ” Oh no! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! PLEASE no! Ahh…ahh… ooooohhhhhhhhhuuuu!” Asmah Muħammad moaned as she felt me shooting my Hindu load deep inside her, felt the heat of my Hindu cum spreading through her bowels.
I was still pounding into her, milking every bit of my Hindu cum from my balls.
Asmah Muħammad heard me groan in my Hindu pleasure as I began slowing my pace.
Finally, I quit moving and collapsed on her back.
Asmah Muħammad buried her face in her pillow and cried out her agony as I left her bedroom.
Why was this happening to her?
What had she done to deserve this?
Slowly, she crawled out of bed and, barely able to walk, made her way to the bathroom.
Asmah Muħammad got very little sleep that night.
She planned to avoid her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY on Sunday by staying in her room.
Unfortunately for her, it didn’t work.
” Asmah Muħammad ! Asmah Muħammad , get down here and make breakfast!” I called up the stairs.
” I-I’m not hungry, Daddy.” she replied, hoping that he would drop it.
” Well I AM hungry, so get down here and start hustling!”
Asmah Muħammad knew better than to push too far.
Maybe she could make her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY breakfast, and then get back to her room before he finished eating.
She put on a pair of old jeans and a sweat shirt before going down stairs, not wanting to give her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY any encouragement.
I sat at the kitchen table while Asmah Muħammad made bacon, eggs and toast.
Putting the plate in front of her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, she turned to leave the kitchen.
” Sit down.” I told her.
” B-but I was going to…”
” I said sit down. I don’t like eating alone.”
Asmah Muħammad sat down at the kitchen table and folded her hands in her lap, looking down at the floor.
What was her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY thinking?
What was he planning?
Asmah Muħammad began shivering with fear.
I asked, ” How was last night?”
Asmah Muħammad managed to say,
” Dad I don’t want to talk about that.”
” We have no other option sweet-heart. Remember I cummed in you last night, soon you will going to be pregnant of my son, I will be a father soon , a father of a beautiful , handsome son, I know it will be a son.”
Asmah Muħammad was feeling embrassed, she said,
” Please Daddy stop it.”
I blast with anger,
” What do you think I am talking? Am I talking stupid? I am telling the truth. You know what you taste just like your Ammī. That’s why I wanted you to be a Ammī, Ammī of my son. Uffff your beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body I can’t explain how it tasted. Now I will give your surprise.”
Suddenly door bell rang.
It’s Aijaz and Taufeeq uncle Durgesh ’s friends.
They came with some packets in their hands.
Aijaz smiled, ” Hello Asmah Muħammad! “
Asmah Muħammad managed to say,
” Hi Aijaz Uncle!”
Taufeeq gave those packets to me.
I gave one of those packet to Asmah Muħammad and told her to wear that.
Asmah Muħammad found a red shiffon jorjet saare there.
Durgesh asked her to get ready soon.
Asmah Muħammad said,
” Daddy I am not feeling well.”
I was angry,
” How many times I have to tell you to do what I want? Do you think I am joking? Now wear this saare at once, and listen I am going to marry you today. Your Aijaz and Taufeeq uncle have come to give witness in court. Now get ready and be prepared. I don’t want any further interruption later on, mind it.”
Asmah Muħammad was now really terrified.
She was thinking how she will face her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY as her husband.
What will she tell to her friends?
But she had no other option.
I could become more dangerous, if she refused.
now it could cost her lot.
So she silently went inside to get ready.
While getting ready Asmah Muħammad heard Her dad’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, Aijaz and Taufeeq uncle talking about last night incident.
Aijaz was influencing her dad’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY to tell her about whole incident.
I was telling them about Asmah Muħammad ’s figure, her moan.
” Oh you won’t believe, she is damn good tight yaar. She is more tasty than her Ammī. And you should listen to her moan. Oh it made me crazy…..”Oh no Daddy don’t cum. in me”.
All of them laughed together.
Asmah Muħammad wore saare and ornaments.
She looked so beautiful and gorgeous.
She looked so sexy in saare.
When she came back Aijaz and Taufeeq got thundered after seeing her.
Her figure was totally understandle and visible in that red shiffon saare.
Soon we all went to the temple, where Asmah Muħammad ’s Dad’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY put shindoor in her head and put mongol sutra on her nack and we took shaat phere.
Then after that we went to court to register our marriage.
Asmah Muħammad didn’t understand what to do except obeying her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY’s commands.
As soon as the marriage done, Aijaz and Taufeeq started calling Asmah Muħammad ”Bhābhījān”.
Asmah Muħammad got very much embarrassed hearing ” Bhābhījān” from her uncles.
Then we came back home Where they had already arranged everything for Asmah Muħammad ’s and mine shuhagraat.
They took Asmah Muħammad to that room.
Asmah Muħammad was silently sitting on the bed as a new bride.
His father’ ARCH Hindu ENEMY cum husband was chatting with his friends Aijaz and Taufeeq outside.
She heard they were betting about my plan.
“ Durgesh will fuck Asmah Muħammad whole night.”
“no Durgesh will not able to do that.”
Then they sent me to her room.
Aijaz and Taufeeq enjoyed Asmah Muħammad ’s moan from outside.
And in next 2 years Asmah Muħammad gave birth two baby boy.
This is how we became husband and wife forever.
Muħammad Ħasan put his head on my feet,
“I surrender.” He said.
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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies
2: Of my Musalmān enemies
The Punishment to my enemy
It was when I was 39.
while I don’t exercise, I still was in good shape – I was having great sex with almost 2.5 lac Musalmān Beauties of different sects and different age groups.
The daughter of my vowed enemy Muħammad Ħasan; is 20 and terrific in figure.
He was one of the numerous cousins of my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
He was one of the persons tried to assassinate Fātimah, me, or Kħadeejah Muħammad at least.
I’d vowed to fuck every girl and every woman related to him as he was against my marriage with Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
I was already fucking his wives.
They were practically my wives now.
His Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; told me,
” If you ever want any woman related to my husband Muħammad Ħasan, other than me; tell me. I won’t mind. But leave my daughter, Sabah Muħammad out of it. Please! She is innocent, and newly adult. She is only twenty, while you are already 39.”
But she never knew that I had the hots for her daughter, Sabah Muħammad; ever since she turned sixteen and started wearing tight jeans, tee-shirts and revealing home-clothes.
Muħammad Ħasan loved her more than his on life.
I don’t think there ever was a week when she had not granted me a generous look at her cleavage.
At times, I thought how sick I was to fantasize about Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter – but at night, as I lay on the bed, which had not tasted cum with any new woman related to Muħammad Ħasan for the last two months, I start peeling her clothes off in dreams, and when I wake up, my underwear will be wet with cum.
On the Friday night Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter turned 18.
Muħammad Ħasan’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; had to go to her friend’s house about 6 hours journey away.
She decided to stay there for the weekend as all the transport would be full.
After the birthday party, Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter and I were left alone in our apartment.
At about 10 pm, the maid servants had cleaned out the kitchen and the hall. I sat down on my sofa and started reading ‘Chastity’, which one of Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter’s friends had given to her.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock rise rapidly.
Just then Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter entered the room wearing one of the shortest shorts and the tightest tops I have ever seen her in.
Sabah Muħammad called me ‘Dad’ sarcastically, as I fucked all her four beautiful Ammīs.
“Dad,” she said, in a sexy tone, “ab main Hindu lađkon ko fuck kiya to koi diqqat to nahin hai, na?”
I was a little shocked.
I thought such questions were usually asked to Ammīs.
After staring at her top for sometime, I recovered from my surprise enough to say, “Nahīn.”
” Then come, I want to show you my gifts.”
I wanted to see her natural ‘gifts’ and she wanted to show me what she got for her birthday.
But instead of going to her room, she went into her Ammī’s bedroom.
As soon as I entered it, she said,
“I have a headache. Can I sleep here?”
I said yes, and just as even any father might do, I bent over her to massage her forehead.
I was conscious that my Uncut Hindu Cock was still awake, and I tried hard to make sure that she didn’t know I was aroused.
Just as I bent over, she hugged my neck and pulled me close.
My Hindu lips was scarcely far enough not to touch hers.
“Please don’t stop.”
I couldn’t bear to disappoint my little Musalmān princess on her birthday, and I kissed her on the beautiful Musalmān mouth, full and hard.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we rolled over until she was on top of me.
We kissed for more than five minutes, and when we parted it was only for air.
Our lips bled slightly, and we licked each other’s clean.
After a series of kisses, I pulled out her top from under the hem of the shorts.
Her sweating had been collected by her bra and transferred on to the top, so the wet patches of clothing covering her Musalmān breasts hardly seemed like the thing to wear on such a happy occasion.
I caught her top and pulled it off.
Her bra seemed to be begging me to relieve them of their duty, – her Musalmān breasts were so hard, and her nipples sharp – so I took them off.
The more she moaned, the more Uncut Hindu Cocky I became.
Then I made her lie on the bed.
Even her sweat felt like a sweet liquid to me at that time, as I was actually torturing Muħammad Ħasan doing it.
I could not forgive the bastard for what he had done and was still doing.
I left nibble-marks all over her face.
I moved down, tasting and teasing with my Hindu mouth her whole Musalmān breast, in turn, and reached her shorts.
I bit the hem of the shorts, and pulled it down gently.
My enemy’s daughter writhed and moaned and thrust her Musalmān buttocks upwards.
I placed my hand under her butt, and kept them in the air.
I pulled the panties down with my mouth, something even Muħammad Ħasan’s Chief wife never permitted.
I left it on her ankle, and slid my leg underneath it.
My enemy’s daughter was almost as tall as me, so she had no trouble removing my shirt.
Suddenly, my Musalmān enemy’s daughter asked me to stand up.
I got up, and then she sat on the edge of the bed, and removed my pants. My Uncut Hindu Cock was so erect that the underwear could not contain it, and consequently, my erection showed.
My Musalmān enemy’s daughter sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock while it was my turn to moan.
Then, just like me, she pulled my underwear down with her teeth.
I was winning Muħammad Ħasan once more.
For a moment she was too stunned.
I kissed her again, and we played with our genital organs tossing them back and forth nd touching, and kissing.
Finally, it was time.
It was almost midnight, but our passion had not let up in the least way. Her Musalmān breasts had a few cuts on them, none too big to spoil the Saůūdī Årab Musalmān beauty, or too small to make me kiss-and-heal them.
My Uncut Hindu Dick too had a few cuts, which my Musalmān enemy’s daughter endeavored to cure by kissing them.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but she herslf said,
“Oooooh! Daaad! Puhleeeaaasse. I have been wanting this since I was fifteen.”
I replied that it might pain a lot, but she replied,
“We have to start somewhere.”
I entered her and sheer heaven greeted me.
I don’t recall her Ammī ever having given me that much pleasure.
She moaned a little, and dug her hands deeper into my butt.
Her Musalmān Pussy was tight, but once I was in, my Uncut Hindu Cock went so smoothly inside, that I’ve always felt that we are made for each other.
I just lay inside her for at least three hours, during which I filled her at least one more time.
Even as we fell asleep, we were still aroused.
The next day, I woke up to find that my Musalmān enemy’s daughter was not beside me.
At that moment, she entered the room, carrying a glass of milk.
She kept the glass on a table beside the bed, and bent over me to ‘adjust’ her pillow.
We made love all over again.
Then I carried her into the bathroom.
We had shower, and we explored places we never knew we had.
There was not a single mole in her Musalmān body that I hadn’t noticed.
We then lay on the tub in her room.
After some kissing and teasing, I told her,
“Darling, I hope this is not the end.”
She turned towards me, and kissed me as passionately as the first kiss had been.
“I love you, not just as a daughter, but something more. I love you, and I only hope we can do this even after Ammījān comes back. My darling Hindu Dad, as long as you want me, I am…”
I never let her finish that sentence.
My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; returned that evening, surprising us in our love-making.
We got dressed quickly enough, but, there was enough evidence of our affair.
At night, she announced that she was taking some sleeping pills.
She fell asleep, but every time I shut my eye, I remembered the night before, and grew horny.
I could hold on no longer, and went to my enemy’s daughter’s room.
She was not yet asleep, suffering from the same problem that I was.
As soon as she saw me, she rushed forward, and we started an encore. Halfway, just as I was about to push her clothing under the bed, My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; entered the room.
Caught in the act with my pant and her daughter’s panties down.
She was flabber-gasted.
My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; just smiled and said,
“Don’t you think the other bedroom is more spacious? I will sleep here. Now, out!”
That was two years ago. Right now, my elder Saůūdī Årab Musalmān queen has taken our little Saůūdī Årab Musalmān princess, who became my second queen, to the doctor for a checkup. I am going to be a father again.
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