Āb-e-Ħayāt: Ever youth-1: Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat 2 CommentsĀb-e-Ħayāt: Ever youth:
Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah
Muħammad Åbdullah lost his Sisters, Wives, daughters, his every houselady to Durgesh
Chapter 1
Hi, this is Muħammad Imām Åbdullah, a 32 years old married man.
I am a married man and my Chief wife Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ is 28.
She is a housewife.
She is an extremely beautiful Musalmān lady .
Where ever she goes, the Hindu guys around won’t take their eyes away from her.
I felt very lucky to have her.
Her size was 36-28-40.
36 boobs, 28 waist, 40 ass!
Wow!
The greatest Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān assets she had.
Even she did not know what achievements she’d have ultimately due to these greatest Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān assets she had.
She had nice and firm Musalmān breasts and round bubbly Musalmān ass, 40, which swung while she walked and many sexy Hindu men, around the street, wait to watch the movement of her gorgeous Musalmān ass while she walked for the nearby market.
She always wore Sari and sometimes in home, liked to wear nightie.
We had a good sex life for three years, as far as I’m concerned.
I don’t know what my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, thought about it.
It maybe she loved some Uncut Hindu Penis as the other Musalmān Beauties do.
I don’t care.
It’s not abnormal now, even if she does.
We have no child.
I felt shame for it, naturally.
Even my friends made a joke of me behind me, I knew,
“Muħammad, Take some Hindu’s services. Bhābhījān is extremely beautiful.”
I felt insulted, humiliated immensely, as much as I wanted to suicide too.
Yet what could I do?
I worked in a software company.
I like to go in the morning to the office at 8 and returned at 7 PM.
At this time, my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, used to go to my sister Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s house, which was nearby our house.
Or Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah would come to our house.
My sister Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah was also 28 years old.
She looked like an actor, very charming, and she was married.
Her husband was in Singapore.
Her mother-in-law was staying with her and that old Musalmān lady spent most of her time in sleeping and watching TV serials.
Astonished?
Should she have offered Salāts and did tilāvat-e Qur’an-o-Aħādīs?
Well, she was not the type.
So the situations made Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Kħadījah Sheikħ to stay close always, and we lived a peaceful life.
One day I met an old friend of mine, Durgesh .
He was my childhood friend and my old competitor in Sex.
Alas, he was always successful and I was always the loser.
He was 28+ years old then.
What a fool I was!
I took him to my home.
And hence started an altogether new phase of my life.
It led to me ultimately, where I am today.
An Imām of Islam globally respected and honored.
A reviver of the old Pre Islam Årab Tantric System, with of course, its altogether new Islamic perspective and applications.
I introduced him to my new Chief wife Kħadījah Sheikħ and he had dinner with us.
Durgesh could not take his eyes away from my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife.
He never minded even me around there.
Well, he never minded me for his sexual relations with any one.
I was always a nobody to him for sex.
He always dominated me in the matter.
He simply roamed his Hindu eyes, entirely shamelessly, throughout my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ.
I could not say anything.
I was a white collared Saåūdī Årab Musalmān then,
What could I do?
Durgesh was 28+.
My wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ was 28.
And, Durgesh was interested in my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ 28.
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
Are these Hindus crazy?
None of them even bother to pay some respect for his Muslim friends houseladies, irrespective of their age even.
I had to surrender to Durgesh due to my Ammi and Baji.
But that was enough now.
At about nine PM Durgesh left.
Two days later, he called me and gave me a party.
We talked many things frankly.
He said I am lucky to have such a pretty wife.
I said,
“Well, yes, really I’m lucky.”
After some time, Durgesh again said,
“I want her.”
I was shocked and stunned.
Ultimately, I managed to ask,
“About whom are you talking?”
“Your wife, of course, yār, who else?” he winked at me lewdly.
I felt like blowing him, but some sensation made me stay quiet,
“You bastard,” I said furiously, “how can you ask me that kind of thing?”
“Hey, it’s not a very big matter for me. Neither I think it’s a big matter for you Musalmeen. Whenever I am in Arabia, I always fuck so many Musalmeen’s extremely beautiful Musalmān wives, even on their own requests. Your extremely beautiful Musalmān wives love our Uncut Hindu Penis into their Musalmān Cunts. Don’t be so hypocrite.”
“No way, “I thundered, “you can’t do this with us. She is not that type.”
“Do you want your Ammi to instruct you, my son?” he said curtly, “I can offer you whatever you want, if anything.”
“I don’t want anything, you idiot.” I barked, “No way, just forget it and never come across my way.”
“Hey, take some time. Think about it. Does she know what you were to me and your Ammi?”
“I don’t want your ‘anything’ and I am never going to offer you what you want. She is a Musalmān woman, a family woman. Understand?”
“Ok. Ask your Musalmān wife first, and then come to a conclusion only after that.”
“No way. She will die if she only knows that I am still talking with a scoundrel who asked her for fun.”
“But…”
“No more talking. I am leaving.”
Durgesh still tried to talk and put something in my head.
But I avoided him and never wanted to meet him again.
After 2 weeks, one day I felt very tired, so I took a day’s leave and returned to home.
I couldn’t drive my bike so I came in a bus.
When I came near my house, I saw Durgesh walking across the street.
As I have rejected his calls, he came to meet me in the home.
I didn’t want to meet him.
So I waited for him to go and I stayed in a hidden place.
He went to my house and rang the bell.
Kħadījah Sheikħ invited him in.
I waited for 15 minutes.
Durgesh didn’t come out.
So, I decided to go and to watch what’s happening.
I went near the window of the hall and peeped in.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, and Durgesh 28+, were sitting there on an opposite couch.
They were talking.
“Shall I call him and ask to send a car?”
“No problem. No need to call him. I am going to his office but before that, I have a work.”
“Wait, don’t go. Let me get you something to drink.”
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 went to the kitchen and got him some snacks to eat.
She went to kitchen again.
Durgesh started to eat the snacks.
Kħadījah Sheikħ returned with a glass of fresh juice.
She was wearing a green sari, with gray design along the border, a blouse and a petticoat of the same color.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, came near Durgesh.
She bent to place the glass on the small table.
As she bent, her pallu slipped and exposed to Durgesh some of her very good Musalmān cleavage.
Durgesh looked excitedly at her Musalmān breasts.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 suddenly realized, and arranged her pallu in the right place.
She sat on the couch next to Durgesh and put her head down as she couldn’t look at him after what just happened.
I wanted to pull that scoundrel, out of the house, and punch him until he dies.
But I decided to wait to know what he planned to do.
All the while Durgesh was looking at my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, shamelessly.
The Hindu animal didn’t have any shame at all.
I think all the Hindus are similarly shameless while looking at Musalmān Beauties.
It’s the way they win them.
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
What a shameless animal these Hindus are!
Without taking his eyes away, from my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, Durgesh took the juice and poured some juice on my wife’s feet.
She quickly moaned “ouch” and looked at him.
Durgesh said,
“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I am sorry. I just lost my hold on the glass.”
“It’s ok. No problem. I will go, clean it, and come.”
“Don’t go. The juices will spread all over the place you walk, and ants will come at once. You stay there. I will get a towel and clean you.” Durgesh said, went to the kitchen, took a towel and came to her.
He sat on the floor, held her left feet and whipped her feet clean with the towel.
Then he rubbed her feet with his bare hands.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 just looked away from him and said nothing.
Durgesh placed her cleaned left foot on his lap, in such a way that her foot was on his Hindu crotch as well.
Once My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, felt Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock touching her feet.
She suddenly pulled her feet away.
But Durgesh said,
“Kħadījah Sheikħ, the floor is full of juice. It was my mistake. It’s all right. Don’t feel shy. Keep your feet on my lap.”
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 smiled and placed her foot on Durgesh’s Hindu male lap again.
Now, it was an honor for her.
The evermost cunning Hindu, Durgesh, took her second foot and cleaned it with the towel.
Then he started to rub it with his hand.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, said nothing.
Instead, she closed her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Durgesh watched this, looked at her reaction, became confident and increased the speed of rubbing.
He held her right foot on both his hands, looked at her extremely beautiful Musalmān face without taking his eyes away, lowered his head and kissed on her feet.
Where?
The shameless Hindu animal kissed my wife, on her smooth white thigh.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, moaned slightly.
I never knew she was so eager for sex with the great Durgesh .
Durgesh unzipped his pant, took out his brown Uncut Hindu Cock bravely, and placed it between her left foot’s toe and the other finger.
Holding her right leg, Durgesh started kissing her feet up to her thigh, all over.
He took both her feet and placed it on his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Now Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock was between both the extremely beautiful feet of my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28.
He started to move her feet along the length of his Uncut Hindu Cock.
His Uncut Hindu Cock became more and more hard.
He felt her feet on his Uncut Hindu Cock.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, made two strokes on her own with the same speed he maintained.
Then, suddenly she realized what she was doing.
She stood up, ran inside the bedroom and closed the door.
Durgesh looked at his rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
Holding it, he saw some dirt on it mixed with his pre-cum which actually came from her unclean feet.
He cleaned it with his fingers.
He tried to put his Uncut Hindu Cock inside his pants but he couldn’t.
It was rock hard.
So he went near the bedroom door and called my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ 28.
She didn’t answer him.
Durgesh pushed the door and it opened.
My bloody bitch wife had anticipated Durgesh to come after her.
And to show Durgesh that she was available to him, he is most welcome; she had left the door unclosed.
Now, I understood that my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 wanted Durgesh too.
Durgesh was not only who wanted her.
Why had otherwise she left her bedroom door open?
‘How did this Hindu bastard, made my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, fall for him just by touching her feet?’ I questioned myself.
Hindus are expert in winning the heart of Musalmān Beauties.
Nevertheless, I could not understand why Hindus do it.
What a new Musalmān Cunt has for their Uncut Hindu Penis that the old Musalmān Cunt, they enjoy already, does not have?
Why Kr’shñ?
I went near the bedroom window.
It was locked.
I searched for some holes and found a small hole at the corner of the wooden window.
I could see the complete room clearly.
I saw Durgesh entering the room.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 was in the bedroom, inside the bathroom.
He pushed the bathroom door and it opened.
My wife hadn’t closed even the bathroom door.
Sālī wanted Durgesh right there, in the bathroom, with herself.
Durgesh pulled my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, out.
She was very shy.
Was she really?
She said,
“Please, leave me, please!”
Very shyly, she never was able to look at his face.
Durgesh pulled her and hugged her.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, too hugged Durgesh putting her face in his chest in such a way that she could avoid looking at him.
Durgesh tried to kiss her cheeks, but she was not leaving any space for him to kiss.
So, Durgesh kissed my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife’s shoulders.
His hands started to rub and squeeze her buttery gorgeous Musalmān ass.
He squeezed it for a long time as she was still hugging him.
Durgesh asked my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, to move but she didn’t want to face him.
He pleaded for some time but she didn’t move.
Durgesh gave her a hard slapping on her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass to bring her to her senses.
She screamed in pain and held her ass leaving the hug.
She started to rub her ass with her palm, due to pain.
Durgesh immediately held her cheeks and moved his Hindu male lips towards her crimson extremely beautiful female Musalmān lips.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, realized what was coming.
She suddenly hugged Durgesh tight again.
Durgesh looked disappointed, shook his head and gave her ass another hard Hindu slap.
My wife again jumped in pain and rubbed her Musalmān ass.
But this time, she looked at him eye to eye for the first time.
Then, with her left hand rubbing her ass, she immediately slapped him hard on his face.
Durgesh looked at her in shock, but my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, smiled slowly, impishly.
Durgesh too smiled and gave a hard slap on her left ass.
My wife jumped, said “aaaaaaaaah” and slapped him twice on his right cheek hard.
Her fingerprints were now on his cheeks.
Durgesh immediately hugged her tightly, took hold of her extremely beautiful Musalmān head in his Hindu hands and started to suck her extremely beautiful Musalmān lips and mouth.
He put his Hindu tongue inside her Musalmān mouth and played.
She too responded and started to rub her fingers all around his back.
Then Durgesh removed her sari.
But she didn’t allow him to remove her blouse.
She, instead, asked him to get naked first.
Durgesh asked my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, to undress him, herself.
She removed his T-Shirt and then loosened his belt by kneeling down.
That was the time when she saw his Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was in an inadvertent pleasant surprised shocked state, to see such a long and thick Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was almost 10 inches long.
She opened her mouth in an amazed pleasant shock and removed his underwear along with pants.
She wanted him very much now, even more than he wanted her.
Durgesh was completely naked now.
He made my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, stand, removed her blouse and saw her white bra.
Durgesh kissed it, removed the hook, with his mouth pulled the bra and stripped it.
Durgesh was surprised to see her Musalmān breasts, which were not jumping even upon removing the bra.
Until now, Durgesh had stripped so many Musalmān Beauties.
Yet he never saw the Musalmān breasts standing hard without jumping up and down.
But my wife Kħadījah Sheikħ’s Musalmān breasts were very firm.
Durgesh smelt it and gave a soft Hindu kiss on both her Musalmān breasts.
Then he started to kiss the nipples and lick the flesh of her Musalmān breasts.
Durgesh pulled her nipples using his teeth.
My wife moaned in pain but didn’t stop him.
Durgesh then came to her navel, kissed her stomach and rubbed all over her abdomen with his face and hands.
Durgesh kissed and licked her navel for a long time.
While he licked her navel, a sexy sound was produced.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, too started to moan.
Durgesh went to her face once again.
He again French kissed her.
Durgesh kissed and licked her cheek, nose, forehead, head, her jaw, her neck and finally he kissed and flicked his tongue all over her earlobe and said something to her.
He then kissed her Musalmān breasts.
Then he went to work on her navel.
He then kissed right on her navel and sucked and licked it again.
Using his Hindu lips he pulled the robe of her petticoat and released the knot.
The petticoat loosened and fell down.
Now, my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, was only in her light green panties.
“Hey, Bitch, you are all green. What is the reason for that?”
I was shocked up on Durgesh calling my extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28, “bitch”.
But she didn’t seem to mind it at all.
Instead, she replied, smiling,
“I always wear like this.”
Allah, did she enjoy the address too?
Durgesh kissed my wife’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy on over the panty, snored, took a deep breath and said,
“Ok, whore, turn around. Let me see your other side.”
Durgesh kissed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass, got the upper end of her panty with his mouth and pulled it down till it reached her knee.
Durgesh left it stay there.
He took a deep breath on the odor of her Musalmān ass and gave a hard Hindu male kiss on her female Musalmān buttocks.
He placed his one hand on each of her ass cheeks and started to squeeze them.
Durgesh separated my wife’s ass crack and took a nice look on her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy and ass hole.
Durgesh kissed my wife’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy, felt along the crack and reached her ass hole.
He stood up, hugged her from behind and started kissing her cheeks and neck.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was in her Musalmān ass crack.
Durgesh pushed it into the crack and started to fuck along her ass crack.
My extremely beautiful Musalmān wife Kħadījah Sheikħ 28 closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure Durgesh was giving her.
He sucked her ear lobes, and worked his Uncut Hindu Cock along the valley of her Musalmān ass crack.
The tip of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock touched my wife’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy, every time he thrust downwards.
Suddenly the door was opened and there stood Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah , my Sister.
Durgesh and Kħadījah Sheikħ loosened their immensely tight grip and some bolt hit into Kħadījah Sheikħ’s head.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, came to see my wife.
She held her baby also.
She saw my wife in wrong position.
She was shocked.
She couldn’t speak.
Unable to believe her eyes and face the situation, she started to walk out.
Kħadījah Sheikħ and Durgesh hadn’t expected this development.
Kħadījah Sheikħ stood in shock.
Yet, suddenly, Kħadījah Sheikħ ran to Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“Please, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t say to anyone, Pleazzzzzz!”
“Anni aana naan itha konjam kooda edirparkala.”
“Please, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, plzzzzzzzz!”
“Um Idhu yaaru?”
Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ told Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, whatever she knew about Durgesh.
“Sari anni annaiku andha Muħammad unga kundia pudichadhukkey avana avamana paduthininga ana innaiku eppadi?”
“Avar en kaala avar sunni mela pada vachar udanaye andha sunnioda neelamum virapum ennai adhai paaru paarunu solli ippadi aayudichi.”
“Avlo alazhana sunniya?”
“Venumna neemum paaren” nu sollitu “Durgesh” nu koopita.
Durgesh wore a towel and came to both of them.
But Kħadījah Muħammad Sheikħ boldly removed Durgesh’s towel.
She had other ideas.
And she was right.
My sister’s, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, eyes bulged and her mouth opened upon seeing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
At that moment, Durgesh knew that Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, too, fell for his Hindu monster.
Allah, was she really my sister?
Was my wife really my wife?
Was they really the same ardent Muslimahs who feared Allah immensely?
Who performed Panjvaqta Salwat, Tilawat-e-Al Qur’an Al Karim and Ahadis-e-Muqaddasat?
Who were honest and sincere to their rozas?
Even such ardent Muslimahs can fall for Durgesh’s unique Uncut Hindu Lund?
Allah!
Allah!!
‘Barbad gulistan karne ko bas ek hi ulloo kaafi hai,
Har shaakh pe ulloo baitha hai, anjaam-e-gulistaan kya hoga?’
Without saying anything, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to go, but Durgesh hugged her from her behind.
He squeezed my sister’s Musalmān breasts.
She told him,
“Hey, Hindu badmåsh, leave me. Don’t touch me. I am married and I am mother of a child. Stay away from me.”
As the baby was in her hand, she couldn’t push him away.
Durgesh took that to the advantage and kissed my sister’s, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, Musalmān cheeks and Musalmān lips.
My wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ, said,
“Durgesh, please leave her. She won’t tell to anybody. Let us enjoy.”
“I want this bitch as well.”
“No Durgesh, leave her.”
“Please, Kħadījah Sheikħ!”
She tried to pull Durgesh away from Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah but he held Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah with a hand and slapped Kħadījah Sheikħ.
Both extremely beautiful Musalmān ladies stood there in shock.
Durgesh said,
“Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, sorry Kħadījah, sorry.”
He rubbed Kħadījah Sheikħ’s cheeks.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Ok, Hindu badmåsh, I will have sex with you along with my anni. But if we are caught what will you do? What will be our situations?”
“Oh don’t worry about it, darlings! I am a great Multi-Business magnet. So I can keep you both as my Musalmān wives for the life time, along with my other Musalmān wives.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“I promise you.”
“We won’t believe you.”
“Ok then, I will prove it, and then we will have sex.”
“Ok.”
“Ok.”
Durgesh made some phone calls.
He put his cell on the table and hugged both my sister and wife.
He made them sit on his Hindu lap and they talked for a long time.
Suddenly, Durgesh came out and they talked about Durgesh and their feature.
“Nice Uncut Hindu Cock.”
“Yes, but what is he going to do?”
“I can’t live without that Uncut Hindu Cock anymore.” my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ, announced.
I was dumb founded.
To my greater surprise, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, too said,
“Even I can’t. But how could we believe that he will not tell to anyone?”
Durgesh came in and handed them some papers.
He had registered a lot of property in their names for their protection.
“Are you happy, darlings?”“We love you Durgesh!” both my wife and sister hugged Durgesh passionately.
Now protected, they hadn’t any objection in having sex with a Hindu.
Allah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
Durgesh winked at both of them,
“I love everything you have, Kħadījah Sheikħ. Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, let me see what you do have.”
Durgesh made Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, stand and French kissed her while Kħadījah Sheikħ removed her nanad’s sari.
Durgesh then removed Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister’s blouse and saw her black bra.
He kissed it and removed the hook.
With his mouth, Durgesh pulled the bra and stripped it out of Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister’s extremely beautiful Musalmān body.
He was happy to see her Musalmān breasts that were very sexy.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Musalmān breasts were very firm.
Durgesh smelt them and gave a soft kiss on both of her Musalmān breasts.
Then he started to kiss the nipples and lick the flesh of her Musalmān breasts.
He pulled her nipples using his teeth.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, moaned in pain but even then, she didn’t stop Durgesh.
She too wanted Durgesh to fuck her.
He then came to her navel, kissed her stomach and rubbed all over her abdomen with his face and hands.
Durgesh kissed and licked her navel for a long time.
While he licked her navel, a sexy sound was produced.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, too started to moan.
He went to her face once again, French kissed her again and kissed and licked her cheek, nose, forehead, head, her jaw, her neck and finally he kissed and flicked his tongue all over her earlobe and said something to her.
He then kissed her Musalmān breasts and sucked on it.
Then Durgesh moved to her navel.
He then kissed right on her navel and sucked and licked it again.
Using his Hindu lips, Durgesh pulled the robe of her petticoat and released the knot.
The petticoat loosened and fell down.
Now Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister was only in her red panty.
He kissed Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy on over the panty, snored and took a deep breath and said,
“Ok whore, turn around. Let me see your other side.”
He was repeating the same actions he enjoyed with my wife, earlier.
He kissed on Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s Musalmān ass.
He took a deep breath on the odor of her ass and gave a hard kiss on her ass.
Then he placed his one hand on each of her ass cheeks and started to squeeze them.
He pulled her panty a little down and kissed on her Musalmān ass crack.
My wife was watching both of them, holding Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s baby, and breast-feeding her.
Durgesh stood up, pushed his Uncut Hindu Cock in the crack of Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and pushed it between her two extremely beautiful Musalmān mounds.
Her soft Musalmān ass squeezed Durgesh’s hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock was in Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s Musalmān ass crack.
Durgesh pushed it into the crack and started to fuck along her Musalmān ass crack.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure Durgesh was giving her.
He sucked her ear lobes and worked his Uncut Hindu Cock along the valley of Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister’s Musalmān ass crack.
The tip of his Uncut Hindu Cock touched her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy every time he thrust downwards.
Durgesh then removed her panty and made her lie on the bed.
He asked my wife also to lie on the bed.
He asked them to lie down on their stomach.
Durgesh went on top of my wife, separated her beautiful Musalmān ass cheeks, inserted his Uncut Hindu Cock inside the gap of the cheeks and started to fuck her Musalmān ass crack.
After some time, Durgesh moved on my sister, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, kissed her ass, separated her ass cheeks, put his Uncut Hindu Cock inside the crack and thrust it up and down for some time.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was in between the two mounds of my sister, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then he made both of them lie on the bed in such a way that my wife’s ass was touching my sister’s ass.
Durgesh inserted his Uncut Hindu Cock between the gaps of their Musalmān asses.
They pressed and squeezed his Uncut Hindu Cock between their Musalmān asses.
Durgesh was in heaven feeling two sets of glorious Musalmān asses squeezing and fucking his Uncut Hindu Cock.
He came hard into their Musalmān asses.
His Hindu cum was all in the deepest my wife’s, Kħadījah Sheikħ’s, and my sister’s, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, Musalmān asses.
Durgesh continued fucking both, their Musalmān ass mounds until he become limp.
He asked them to go to toilet and followed them.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, cleaned my wife’s ass, extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy, and thighs first.
Then, Kħadījah Sheikħ, my wife, cleaned Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s ass cheeks and extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
They came out then.
My wife brought them some juice.
Durgesh sipped the juice and went out of the room without even wearing a towel.
I watched my sister and wife giggling with the baby.
Suddenly, I got a punch on my head and I fell down.
It was Durgesh.
He kicked me with his feet, and pulled me inside the house where my wife and sister were already there.
They were shocked and begged Durgesh to leave me.
But Durgesh said,
“Bitches, he is an asshole. From today, I am the husband of both of you and you should be obeying me.”
Durgesh tied me with the window grill.
He made me nude, slapped me hard and said,
“Look, Sālé Miyān, how I am going to fuck your wife and sister, both, in front of you.”
I pleaded,
“Please, Durgesh, don’t do this. Don’t ruin our life. Leave us.”
“Ok, let the bitches decide this. Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, tell me who is the real man? And say the reason to the other.”
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Durgesh, you are the man. Because you have an Uncut Hindu Cock Double the size of my Musalmān husband and you are doing nice and great sex.”
“Tell him that and punish him for not showing you what the real pleasure is.”
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah came near me,
“Kena payalay ennada purushan thedi vacha enakku avan kunna edukavey 4 naall agum adhuvum 3 inch than irukkum.Etthana naal naal viral vitu aati adjust pannitu paduthiruken theriuma unakku.”
My own wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ slapped me, her own husband, Muħammad, hard on my face and continued,
“Durgesh kunnaya paar adha paathaley evalavu amsama irukku? Un indha kunnayala unnala anniayum thripthi padutha mudiyala inga paaru un Sunni eppadi irukkunu unakkay paavama illa?Idhu irukaradhukku illama irukkalam.” Nu sollitu,
She bent her knees and gave me a hard smack on my abdomen.
I said contemptuously,
“Your ardent Musalmān Abbū named you Kħadījah, hoping that you’ll follow the great Ummil-Mominīn Khadījatul Kubrah. How ashamed of himself he would be.”
“Not more than your own Abbū, impotent!” Kħadījah Sheikħ kicked me with her feet, “You were standing outside and watching your own wife and sister having sex with an old Hindu friend of yours? Shame on you. Your Abbū expected you to follow Ħuzoors. Show me some ħadīs that Ħuzoors did the same with Ummil-Mominīn Ħazrat Åāýéshah Siddīqahrz even when he suspected her of infidelity. You are Muħammad? You don’t deserve this holy name.”
She sat on the chair next to me, put her legs on my crotch with the chapels and started to squeeze it.
She took my cut Musalmān Cock between both her feet with chapels and started to fuck my cut Musalmān Cock with her chapels.
Though it was paining, the sensation that my own sister was foot fucking me, actually chapel fucking, made my cut Musalmān Cock erect to the extent it was never erect with my wife.
I was horrified.
Allah, was I too an incestuous?
Allah, mérī taubah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
She removed her chapel and slapped my cut Musalmān Cock for a few times with her bare feet.
Then Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, slapped on my face with the chapel.
Then, not satisfied even with it, she threw the chapel on my face, took Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock in between her two feet and started feet fucking.
I did not know why she was so angry to me.
Durgesh asked Kħadījah Sheikħ,
“Kħadījah darling, tell me who is the real man? And say the reason to the other.”
Allah, not even myself have called my wife like that..
“Sure Durgesh, no doubt you are the man. Muħammad has satisfied me some times with his cut Musalmān Cock. But he is not even the half the size of you. So I prefer you to be my man. I want real Uncut Hindu Cock and not this cut Musalmān toy.”
Kħadījah Sheikħ came near me and slapped my cut Musalmān Cock with her feet.
Then she slapped me on my face and said,
“You can’t touch me anymore without Durgesh’s permission. You can only enjoy my body if you please Durgesh. From now on I am his Musalmān bitch.”
Durgesh pulled Kħadījah Sheikħ away from me, hugged her and kissed her on her extremely beautiful mouth.
Allah, I was still seeing how beautiful she was, not how unfaithful, how deceitful, how disloyal, she was.
And she was telling me I did not deserve the holy name of Muħammad.
As if, she deserved the holy name of Kħadījah very well.
The bitch was a blot to this holy name.
There must be some law to punish the persons who bear the holy names and don’t live them.
Now Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah joined them and Durgesh kissed her on her mouth too.
He kissed both of them and squeezed their bare Musalmān ass cheeks with his Hindu hands.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in his left hand and Kħadījah Sheikħ was on his right hand.
He made them lie down on the bed, smiled on both, knelt in front of my wife’s feet.
Durgesh opened her legs and started to kiss her feet, legs, thighs and he traveled towards her white extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
She had shaven it nice.
Durgesh kissed her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy mound, separated the Musalmān labial lips and touched there with his vibrant, winner, Uncut Hindu Penis.
Then he shifted his attention towards my equally extremely beautiful sister.
He kissed her feet to toe and finally came to her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
She had not shaven completely but she had shaven before a week.
Very short pubic hair had grown there.
Durgesh kissed her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy for some time.
He then asked Kħadījah Sheikħ to hold her right leg upwards and Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah to hold her left leg upwards.
Now both my sister’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy and my wife’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy were very close.
Durgesh gave a hot Hindu male kiss to each extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy and tried to identify which one was tastier?
Taking turns, he kissed both the Musalmān pussies for about 20 minutes.
They said their legs were paining.
He stopped and they took rest for some time.
They untied me and ordered to bring snacks and juices.
Once they have completed, Kħadījah Sheikħ said she needed to pee.
Durgesh asked me to lie down and signaled Kħadījah Sheikħ to pee into my open mouth.
She sat on my mouth, without any objection delightfully, and pissed.
Then my sister too wanted to try me as her toilet.
She came and sat positioning to pee.
I was crazy to tongue fuck Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister.
So I squeezed my sister’s ass and licked her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
She was shocked, jumped and stood up.
She kicked me on my face, went down and asked Kħadījah Sheikħ to join her again.
They both pissed into my open mouth.
To my great surprise, the urine of Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, and the urine of Kħadījah Sheikħ, my wife, both were tasty.
Durgesh also joined them on my wife’s and my sister’s request.
All the three of them urinated into my open Musalmān mouth, one by one and simultaneously both.
Then Durgesh sat on the bed and asked them to suck him.
Both Kħadījah Sheikħ and Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other’s face.
Kħadījah Sheikħ had never taken my cut Musalmān Cock inside her mouth.
So I was sure they would protest.
But to my surprise, both Kħadījah Sheikħ my wife, and Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, smiled to each other, turned to Durgesh and said in a same voice,
“Sure!”
They knelt down on both his sides, Kħadījah Sheikħ on the left and Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah on the right.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah started to squeeze and started to do some hand jobs.
Kħadījah Sheikħ opened her mouth and licked over Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah took Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock, lowered its foreskin, gave it a kiss and showed it to Kħadījah Sheikħ.
She too gave a kiss.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah took it inside her mouth and gave it a couple of strokes.
Then she guided it into my wife’s extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
She too gave a couple of strokes and gave it back to Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah took as much of the Uncut Hindu Cock as possible inside her mouth slowly but Kħadījah Sheikħ at one point pushed Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head down that made Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock struck on Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat.
She immediately started to cough.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah got a little pain in her throat, sat simply and ordered me to get some juice for them.
Durgesh told my wife to suck him.
She kept on sucking him for about 35 minutes without taking his Uncut Hindu Cock out of her mouth forgetting her.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah was ready for the game.
She pushed Kħadījah Sheikħ’s head hard, and held her down on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock got sucked hard on her throat.
She tried to get up due to pain, but Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t leave her hair.
Kħadījah Sheikħ bit hard on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
Durgesh started to shout louder so that the neighbors could hear.
He pushed Kħadījah Sheikħ’s head.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah left her as soon as Kħadījah Sheikħ stood up holding her throat and coughing.
Durgesh got angry and slapped Kħadījah Sheikħ harder.
Then Durgesh caught her head and French kissed her.
Durgesh then made Kħadījah Sheikħ bend down on the bed, and asked me to stand up.
Then to my ultimate humiliation, and horror, Durgesh asked me to guide his Uncut Hindu Cock inside my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
I said I couldn’t do that.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah came, slapped me hard and said,
“Do what he tells you to do.”
I took Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand and approximately positioned it in my wife, Kħadījah Sheikħ’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
I didn’t want to be slapped endlessly.
There was no option for me.
I suffered from the ultimate extreme humiliation and positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock, approximately at least, between my wife’s extremely beautiful Musalmān labial lips.
Durgesh thrust.
His Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t at the hole exactly.
It hurt my wife.
She kicked me and said,
“Do it well, impotent!”
Again, I tried and failed.
The feeling of utter humiliation was not allowing me to position it correct.
This time she got immense angry.
She got up, slapped me on my face and said,
“Open my ass cheeks and guide Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside my extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.”
She went on to the doggy position.
But Durgesh asked her to stand on her feet and bend.
She did as he said and he commanded me to do my job.
Kħadījah said,
“Come on, Muħammad, I can’t wait till qayāmat. Put Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside my burning extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.”
Entirely helpless, ultimately, I parted my wife’s Musalmān ass cheeks and put Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock on the entrance of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
Durgesh thrust slowly as she adjusted to his king Hindu size.
Kħadījah was biting her teeth as Durgesh thrust in.
It looked like a huge iron rod had been thrust inside a soft fruit.
When his head was in, Durgesh pulled it a little out, until the tip of his head only stayed in.
When Durgesh pushed in, Kħadījah’s Musalmān vaginal muscles were stretched all over his Uncut Hindu Cock, outwards, along with his Uncut Hindu Cock to its maximum.
Slowly Durgesh increased the speed and soon his whole Uncut Hindu Cock was inside Kħadījah.
Durgesh and Kħadījah both had started to sweat.
He took her on his hands holding her thighs without pulling his Uncut Hindu Cock out.
Durgesh sat on the bed, placed Kħadījah on his nude Hindu lap and asked her to ride his Uncut Hindu Cock.
She started to ride.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, lay next to them and breast-fed her baby.
Kħadījah started to ride Durgesh faster.
She put both her legs on his Hindu thighs, her hands were on his chest and she started riding Durgesh.
Now her complete weight was on Durgesh.
She was all on him.
While Kħadījah rode, Durgesh spanked and squeezed her Musalmān ass.
Soon her ass became red.
Her huge Musalmān ass was bouncing on Durgesh’s Hindu abdomen as she rode him.
It was a very nice scene to watch.
Yes, to me too.
I had to admit the truth.
Durgesh slapped Kħadījah as she bounced on him.
Soon she cum yet another time and sat still without doing anything.
Durgesh pulled her hips up.
Kħadījah bounced on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock for two or three strokes more, and again sat calmly on his abdomen.
Durgesh called her,
“Come on, Kħadījah darling, ride me. Come on faster. I am close.”
“Sorry, Durgesh, I can’t.”
“What’s wrong, Kħadījah darling? Don’t feel sorry for Muħammad. We can take care of him. Come on make me come.”
“Allah, I am not feeling sorry for Muħammad. He doesn’t deserve even it. But I am completely satisfied. I can’t take you anymore. Please leave me for some time. Now I can’t take even a single Hindu stroke from you. I have never been fucked like this before.”
“Oh, it’s ok then, Kħadījah darling, take some rest. Lay down.”
Kħadījah Sheikħ couldn’t even get up.
She slowly slid from Durgesh’s rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock lay on the bed and closed her eyes.
Durgesh turned his attention to Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah who was breast-feeding her baby.
She was lying on her side and the baby was on the bed drinking milk.
Durgesh slowly rubbed her Musalmān ass and slapped hard.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, jumped in pain and the nipple in the baby’s mouth came out.
Milk sprayed all over the baby’s body.
She again positioned to breast feed and the baby started to suck.
This time Durgesh continuously spanked her and made her right Musalmān ass cheek red.
The baby was crying for milk but Durgesh was so hot that he won’t mind.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister couldn’t nurse the baby due to pain.
Durgesh made Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, lie on her stomach and spanked her left ass cheek.
The baby continued crying and Durgesh continued spanking.
Soon the left ass also became red.
Durgesh asked Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, to feed the baby.
While she fed, Durgesh opened her Musalmān ass cheeks, and tried to insert his Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
He failed.
Durgesh called me and asked me to insert his Uncut Hindu Cock into my sister’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
I opened her Musalmān ass cheeks and inserted Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
No advantage of resistance.
I resisted in case of my wife, and after more and more humiliation, I had to obey.
Yet, it again went to wrong area.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, jumped in pain, slapped me and asked me to guide correctly.
She started to feed the baby and by spreading Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s right Musalmān ass cheek, I positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
It entered in.
Still I was holding her Musalmān ass and watching Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock entering her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy.
It was very tight.
Her Musalmān Pussy muscles were completely stretched.
It felt very sexy as Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s, Musalmān vaginal muscles were pulled out to their maximum, along with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s, my Sister’s, Musalmān vaginal muscles were holding Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock very tightly.
After 10 minutes, she started to enjoy the fuck, as all the pain subsided and she reached her first orgasm.
Throughout the whole fuck, I was holding her Musalmān ass cheeks and spreading them.
When Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, started orgasm, I started squeezing her Musalmān ass.
She moaned loudly.
Once the orgasm subsided, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, turned around, slapped me and warned me not to touch her anymore.
Beside them, my wife, Kħadījah, was fast asleep.
My sister, Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and Durgesh changed position as the baby slept.
Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah, my Sister, lay on her back and Durgesh fucked her on top of her.
After15 minutes, my wife, Kħadījah, woke up and refreshed her.
When she came out of the bathroom my sister pushed Durgesh after her orgasm and cried,
“Leave me, leave me. I can’t. I have cum five or six times and I am very tired.”
“I need to cum.”Durgesh smiled.
“I can’t take you any more in my extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy. I will suck you.” my sister, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah pleaded.
“Ok.”
Durgesh pulled out of my sister, turned and saw my wife, Kħadījah, standing there.
Durgesh caught her, made her lie on her back, entered her extremely beautiful Musalmān Pussy and rammed hard for 7 hours.
Seven hours!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!
Måshā Allah!
Subħān Allah!
Was Durgesh really a man?
Certainly not.
No man could do it so much nonstop.
Durgesh was an animal.
Kħadījah already had cum twice.
Durgesh kept on fucking my wife, Kħadījah, for another one hour more.
Kħadījah cum for the 4th time and Durgesh cum inside my wife for the first time.
She couldn’t take the load of his Hindu cum.
Durgesh came non-stop for about two minutes.
He kept his Uncut Hindu Cock inside Kħadījah and stayed still.
Kħadījah started chatting,
“Our Musalmān husbands can’t satisfy us in anyway. But you alone satisfy us two Musalmān ladies and you are ready for more. Can we both, Kħadījah and Åāyeshah, stay with you forever, Durgesh?”
“Sure I have arranged for it already.”
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Eidul Fitr:2
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Chapter 2
Bājī ki chudāī train mein
Our family is well off and my Abbū is a businessperson, with every facility in our home.
We are eighteen children to my parents.
I’m at number 18.
My all seventeen sisters are elders to me .
Eldest sisters Zainab and Ruqayya were twin and were, 33.
The third Umm Kulsoom and fourth Fatimah were again twin and 31 now.
They were also doing MBA.
Fifth Khadijah and sixth Sawdah were twin again, and were 29 now.
Seventh Maimoona and eighth Hafsah were 27 and twin again.
All my seventeen sisters were born in twins.
I was twin of the seventeenth.
I was only 17 now.
My ninth and tenth sisters were 25, and their names were Jahash and Khazimah.
Don’t get surprised.
The names were intended to be Zainab bint Jahash and Zainab bint Khazimah, and Jahash and Khazimah were short for the full names.
Anybody who knows somethething about the earlier History of Islam, can easily understand that the names were intended to honor the Binnat-e-tahirat and Ummil-mominin.
Eleventh and twelfth sisters of mine, were thus named Javeriyah and Umm Habibah.
They were 23 now.
The thirteenth and fourteenth were 21, and their names were Ayeshah and Safiyah.
The fifteenth and sixteenth were 19.
Their names were Umm Salmah and Rehanah.
The seventeenth was Mariyah and I was Muhammad Faizan.
Sawdah, 29, was doing her PhD.
All my sisters were real Pakistani Musalmān beauties, though our Ammis were Arabs.
Actually my father Muhammad was a great milkman.
He was having cordial relations with the powerful Indians even, including the infamous Durgesh too.
The problem was, my sisters were left by their husbands and their inlaws.
Their activities were such that even I get too horny when I think about them, though I’m their own youngest brother.
It is almost a 10 months back-story, when Sawdah Bājī had decided to go to Islamabad, because our Grand-Abbu were there and he was serious now in his illness.
She was insisting to go to Islamabad alone, but she was not allowed.
Ammī asked me to accompany Sawdah.
I happily agreed and Abbū managed reservation in Shalimaar Express from Karachi to Lahore and from Lahore, we were supposed to board on bus heading to Islamabad.
Sawdah Bājī and I boarded on Shalimaar Express from Karachi in a four-seated sleeper compartment.
Nobody was there except Bājī and me.
Sawdah Bājī was surprised that nobody else was there in the compartment.
When train reached Landhi station, the conductor guard came.
He left two young Hindu men in our compartment, telling them that the rest of the two births were reserved for them.
Looking at Sawdah Bājī, they both were very happy.
They ignored me completely but they were talking about Bājī.
One said to other that our night will be beautiful and we are luckier then other four friends, those were in adjacent compartment.
Me and I guess Bājī too, understood that what was cooking there in their mind.
It was for sure that they were thinking about fucking Bājī in night.
Anyway, the train was going to Lahore.
After a little while, Bājī went to wash room and when she came back, she was in nightie.
Sawdah Bājī asked me to go to sleep on my upside birth.
I followed her instructions.
Both Hindu guys in the compartment, were in apparent shock when they saw Sawdah in nightie with 38D 24 36 figure and fair Pakistani Musalmān complexion.
When I went up for sleep a Hindu guy asked Bājī,
“Aap to nahīn soyengī na?”
Bājī said to him,
“Nahīn, mujhé safar mein nīnd nahīn aatī”,
The hnguy said to her,
“Achchha hai, hamein bhī nīnd nahīn aatī. Mujhé Durgesh kahté hain.”
Sawdah Bājī ne muskurākar apnā dāyān hāth Durgesh ki taraf bađhā diyā,
“Mujhé Sawdah kahté hain. Aap Hindu hain?”
“Jī.”
“Pakistani?”
“Ji nahīn. Main Indian Hindu hoon. Yahān Shaguftah Wajāħat Saiyad ko chodné aayā thā, Islamabad.”
“Yah to bađī kħushī ki baat hai.” Sawdah Bājī muskurākar bolīn, “Agar aap tamām Hindu isī taraħ Hindustan sé aa aa kar hum Pakistani Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chodté rahé to Pakistan mein mardon ki kamī door ho jāyegī. Hum Pakistani Musalmān åuraton kā bahut bađā maslā ħal ho jāyegā.”
“Ji, aap itmīnān rakhén.” Durgesh muskurākar bolé, “Hum Hindustani Hindu aap Pakistani Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chodté rahné sé kabhī pīchhé nahīn haŧéngé.”
“Tab to aap bhī itmīnān rakhén.” Sawdah Bājī hanskar bolīn, “Pakistani Musalmān ħasīnāyén to aap Hindustani Hinduon sé haméshah chudvātī rahī hain, abhi bhī chudvā rahī hain, aur aagé bhī haméshah chudvātī rahengi.”
From upper seat I can easily see that with little intervals Sawdah was smiling.
After almost one hour Durgesh asked Bājī whether you brother has gone to deep sleep.
She replied yes he is used to sleep deep and early.
It was a signal to the Hindus that she is ready for whole night fuck.
She asked them to excuse her and she left for washroom, probably to dry up and wash-up her Pakistani Musalmān Pussy.
One Hindu asked other,
” Mujhé to yeh Pakistani Musalmān lađkī koī Pakistani Musalmān randi lag rahī hai.”
Durgesh said,
“Tum gadhé ho, aur haméshah gadhé hī rahogé. Isiliyé to yeh Pakistani Musalmān lađkiyān jahān hum Hindustani Hinduon ko dékhkar kħud nangī ho jātī hain, vahīn tum Pakistani Hinduon ko apné puŧŧhé par bhī āsānī sé hāth nahīn rakhné détīn. Aré, bévaqoof, agar yah Vāqaī koī Pakistani Musalmān randi hotī, to kyā iska chhoŧā bhai iske sāth safar kar rahā hota? Vaise bhī hamein kaun si issé shadi karni hai? bas chodo, aur jaan chhuđāo.”
First one winked and said,
“Maal to mast hai. Yeh Pakistani Musalmān Choot to sāré Hindu doston mein banŧni chāhiyé.”
Durgesh né kaha,
“Shut up, idiot!”
“Tum ŧhīk kahté ho. Pahlé ham donon par to rāzī ho.”
Durgesh né muskurākar usko ānkh mārī,
“Méré liyé to rāzī hai. Nightie khol kar apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot bhi dikha di hai mujhé.”
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” doosré Hindu ne khulkar Durgesh ki tårīf kī, “Yār, Durgesh, too Musalmān ħasīnāon ko fauran paŧā létā hai. Isī ko dékh lo, na jān na pahchān, aur voh bas thodī si baat cheet sé hī paŧ gaī. Mujhé kyon itna vaqt lagta hai?”
Durgesh could not answer it.
Before he could, Bājī came back from washroom and sat down.
Durgesh asked her whether he could sit on her seat.
She said yeah.
Durgesh sat beside Sawdah and French kissed her, which she responded passionately without any hesitation.
Train was running and Durgesh’s Hindu hand was running on the extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body of Sawdah.
He opened her nightie and Sawdah said,
” Is ko to bahar bhejo na.”
Durgesh said,
“Is sé kyā farq pađtā hai tumko? Yeh hamein disturb nahīn karégā.”
Sawdah agreed and Durgesh removed her nightie.
After kissing and touching her little bit Durgesh asked her,
“Tumhāré kitné bachché hain?”
Bājī said,
“Koi nahīn.”
Durgesh asked,
“Tumhārī shadi ko kitna arsa huā?”
Bājī replied,
“Iradah kya hai?”
Durgesh né kahā,
“Achchha, mat batao?”
Bājī smiled,
“ Tum Hindu bahut hot hote ho. Allah! Allah, mérī taubah! Do minute mein mujhé paŧā liyā.”
Durgesh hanskar bolé,
“Sālī, mujhé to lagta hai, too pahle sé hī paŧī paŧāī hai. Kahān milī thī mujhsé?”
“Aré, main Sadia Munīr ki chhoŧī bahan ki sahélī hoon. Tum jab ék baar Sadia Munīr ko chod rahé thé, to tumhārī aur Sadia Munīr ki dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī dékhkar main tum par bahut burī taraħ mar miŧī thī. Aaj hāth lagé ho.”
Durgesh hans pađé,
“Yeh baat hai? Tabhī to main kahoon ki Sālī itni jaldī kaise paŧ gaī?”
Sawdah Bājī hans dīn.
While talking, Durgesh was continuously playing with her naked extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body.
Durgesh né Sawdah ko kahā,
“Yeh mérā dost kah raha tha ki tum randi ho. Yeh to bahut achchha hua ki maine nahīn maana. Varna tumko bahut burā lagta.
Sawdah Bājī muskurā uŧhīn,
“Āpkā dost darasal ék Pakistani Hindu hai.”
“So what?”
“Voh Pakistan ké åām māħaul sé oopar nahīn uŧh saktā.”
“Eīshān! Main ab bhī nahīn samjhā.”Durgesh muskurāyé,
“Āp méré årz kiyé baghair nahīn samajh pāyéngé.” Sawdah Bājī ék talkħ hansī hansīn, “Sadia Munir, Naziya Khan, Robina Afzal, āpkī bahut si Pakistani Musalmān maħbūbāyén anékon martabā āp sé årz kar chukī hain, ki yahān Pakistan mein har voh åurat randi hai, jo apnī zindagī mein mardon kī nājāyaz dakħalandāzī bardāst nahīn kartī, uské kħilāf khulkar uŧh khađī hotī hai. Baghāvat kar détī hai mardon sé. Aesī har åurat ki yahān Pakistan mein isī ék lafz sé izzat afzāī ki jātī hai—‘Randi’. Yeh Pakistan hai, Durgesh, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! Ék Islami mulk. Yeh tumhārā Hindustan nahīn hai, jahān ék ‘Randi’ ko bhī ‘Randi’ kahné sé pahlé das martabā sochnā pađtā hai.”
“Sawdah!”
Sawdah Bājī phir ék talkħ hansi hansīn,
“Yeh Pakistan hai, Durgesh, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! Ék Islami mulk. Tum sé zyādah aur kaun vāqif ho saktā hai is ħaqīqat sé, ki in naam nihād Islami mumālik mein åurat ki ħālat kyā hai. Tumhārī tamām Sex Empire ākħir inhīn naam nihād Islami mumālik mein hī to phailī huī hai.”
“Sawdah, I’m sorry, darling!”Durgesh dhīré sé bolé.
Sawdah bilkul nangi theīn aur us ko pata tha ki us ka bhai dekh raha hai.
Who seat sé neeché gaī, Durgesh ké pant ki zip kholi aur us ka Uncut Hindu Lund bahar nikal kar choosné lagi.
Doosri seat par Vinod né bhi apnā Uncut Hindu Lund pant sé bahar nikāl kar Sawdah ki peeth ko dekh kar hilānā chāhā, lékin Durgesh aur Sawdah Bājī donon ki sanjīdgī ko dékhkar uskī aesā karné ki himmat nahīn huī.
Durgesh aaaahhh aaaaaaahhhh kar raha thā.
Vinod né apnā Hindu Uncut Hindu Lund vāpas pant mein dālkar apné pant ki zip band kar li.
Durgesh apnī åuraton ké sāmne badtamīzī karné vālon ko kaisī kħaufnāk sazāyén diyā kartā thā, yeh Salīm aur Ħamīd ké anjām sé, Durgesh sé zara sa bhī tålluq rakhné wala taqrīban har shakħs, jān chukā thā.
Aur ħālāt sé sāf lag rahā thā ki Durgesh Sawdah Bājī ko apnī åurat taslīm kar chukā hai.
Kaisī åjīb baat thī?
Mujhé is baat ki utnī kħushī nahīn ho rahī thī ki mérī Bājī ko ék bahut mazboot sahārā mil gayā hai, jitni kħushī is baat ki ho rahī thī ki Sawdah Bājī ne mujhé Durgesh kā, shāyad is daur ké sabsé zyādah kāmyāb aur sabsé zyādah tāqatvar shakħs kā sālā banā diyā hai.
Durgesh voh shakħs thā, jo thā to Hindu lékin uskī 99.9% åuratén Musalmān theīn.
Durgesh voh shakħs thā, jo duniya kā pahla aesā shakħs thā jisne poorī kāmyābī ké sāth duniya ki pahlī Sex Empire qāyam karké dikha dī thī.
Aur tåjjub ki baat yeh thī ki is Sex Empire mein sirf Durgesh akélā tanhā wāħid shakħs thā, jo Hindu thā.
Uskī 99.9% åuratén Musalmān theīn duniya ki is pahli Sex Empire mein.
Is Sex Empire ké mazboot satoon thé Durgesh ké béshumār, lātādād, Musalmān sālé.
Aur ab main—main bhī unmein shāmil ho chukā thā.
Muħammad Åbdullah ké kħaufnāk anjām sé ab lātādād Musalmān yeh sabaq lé chuke thé ki Durgesh aur uskī Musalmān åuraton ké beech na aane mein hī unkī kħairiyat hai.
Durgesh to Durgesh, Durgesh ki Musalmān åuratén kħud apné aese Musalmān rishtédāron ko jamkar zalīl kiyā kartī theīn, jaisā Kħadījah Sheikħ aur Åāýéshah Åbdullah ne Muħammad Åbdullah ko zalīl kiyā thā.
Ab Sawdah Bājī Durgesh ka Uncut Hindu Lund choos rahī theīn.
Sawdah ki āwazén nikal rahī thein.
Kuchh dér ké båd Durgesh apné kapđé utārné laga to Sawdah né us ko kahā,
“ Darwāzā to andar sé band kar lo.”
Durgesh né darwāzā band kiya aur Sawdah seat par let gaīn.
Durgesh un ké ooper chađh gayā.
Durgesh ké donon Hindu haath Sawdah Bājī ké Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs par thé aur uskā Uncut Hindu Lund Sawdah Bājī ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein ghus chukā thā.
Sawdah Bājī ki aaaahhhhhh shuroo ho chuki theīn.
Durgesh né Sawdah Bājī sé pūchhā,
“Kaisa lag raha hai mérā Uncut Hindu Lund, Sawdah, mérī jān! Tumhén apnī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot ké andar?”
Sawdah Bājī né kahā,
“Bahut achchha lag raha hai. Abbū jaisā chāhté thé, ho rahā hai.”
“Sirf Abbū chāhté thé?” Durgesh Sawdah Bājī ko chodté hue sharārat sé muskurāyé.
Unkā dhamghusađ Uncut Hindu Lund Sawdah Bājī ki chiknī chust kasī huī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot ké andar jađ tak samā samā kar chiknā ho rahā thā.
Mujhé yaqīn nahīn ho rahā thā ki Durgesh vāqaī 60 sāl ké ho chuké hain.
Agar Durgesh 60 sāl ki ůmr mein Sawdah Bājī ki itni kichkichā kichkichākar, kaskar, jamkar, dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī kar sakte thé to 16 sāl ki ůmr mein voh kis taraħ kichkichā kichkichākar, kaskar, jamkar, dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī karté rahé hongé, apnī Musalmān maħbūbāon ki?
Mujhé pūrā yaqīn thā, ki aaj agar mérī båqī solah bađī bahnén bhī Durgesh aur Sawdah Bājī ki yah dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī dékh rahī hotīn, jis taraħ mujhé mérī Bājī aur Durgesh ki yah dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī dékhné ki kħushqismatī ħāsil huī thī to voh bhī fauran nangī hokar is bahti Gangā mein ghusal kiyé baghair hargiz na rahtīn.
Sawdah Bājī ki lambī dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī ké båd Durgesh uŧhā, apnā Uncut Hindu Lund usné Sawdah ké munh mein daala aur Sawdah us ko choosné lagi.
Iske båd Durgesh phir Sawdah Bājī ki lambī dhuāndhār ghamāsān chudāī karné lagā.
Durgesh Sawdah Bājī ko zor sé chod raha tha aur Sawdah Bājī bađé ārām sé Durgesh sé chudwa rahī theīn.
Durgesh ka Uncut Hindu Lund Bājī ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein andar bahar, andar bahar, andar bahar ho raha tha.
Kuchh dér ké båd jab Durgesh chhooŧné laga to us né Bājī sé kahā,
“Main chhooŧ raha hoon.”
Bājī né us sé muskurākar kahā,
“Andar hi chhooŧo. Abbū chāhté hain ki hum tamām satrah bahnén tumhāré bachchon ki Ammiyān banén.”
“Main jāntā hoon.”Durgesh bhī Sawdah Bājī ko chodté hue muskurāyé, “Mujhé tum satrahon bahnon ko chodné mein kéval ék āpatti thī, aur vastutah voh āpatti mujhé abhi bhī bani huī hai.”
Sawdah Bājī ék talkħ si hansī hansīn,
“Abhi bhī bani huī hai?”
“Abhi bhī bani huī hai.”
“Iske bāvajood mujhé chod rahé ho tum? Kyon chod rahe ho?”
“Main tumko isliyé nahīn chod rahā ki tumhāré Abbū aesā chāhté hain. Main tumko isliyé chod rahā hoo, Sawdah, ki tum aesā chāhtī ho.”
“Mérī båqī solahon bahnén bhī yahī chahti hain.”
“Nahīn, Sawdah, mérī jān! Tum jāntī ho ki yeh ħaqīqat nahīn hai.”
“Durgesh darling!”
“Sawdah, main ék Hindu hoon. Bhagvān Kr’shñ méré ādarsh hain. Lékin iska yah matlab nahīn hai, ki main Musalmān nahīn hoon, aur Huzoors méré ādarsh nahīn hain.”
“The Musalmeen want you to follow Huzoors exclusively.”
“And who are the Musalmeen to tell me what I should do and what I should not?”
Sawdah Muħammad smiled,
“The Musalmeen think they have an exclusive right to decide for everyone what a person must do and what he/she must not.”
“That’s the root reason, the Musalmeen are being beaten, disgraced and humiliated today everywhere.”
“You are right, Durgesh, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! But—“
“Sawdah, mérī jān! My darling, the Musalmeen are themselves not following Huzoors today. They’ve lost Islam ’s basic democratic culture right since Yazīd Malåūn.”
“Åāýéshah Imrān said that you think even Kħulfa-e-rāshidīn were not so democratic, as Huzoors were.”
“Åāýéshah Imrān?” Durgesh groaned,
“Åāýéshah Imrān? That bloody daughter in law of mine again? What does she want now?”
Durgesh ne apnā Uncut Hindu Lund Sawdah Bājī ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ké andar jađ tak pél diyā aur phir dhuāndhār barasné lag gayā unkī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein.
Voh Sawdah Bājī ké ooper chađhā huā thā.
Sawdah Bājī apnī seat par chitt léŧī huī theīn.
Kuchh dér ké båd us né apnā Uncut Hindu Lund nikālā aur Sawdah muskurākar purfakħr andāz mein Durgesh ka Uncut Hindu Lund choosné lagīn.
Durgesh Sawdah Bājī ki chust kasī huī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein jađ tak apnā ul pél kar barasné sé qabl ék baar unké béħad ħasīn-o-jamīl Saåūdī Årab Musalmān munh mein bhī baras chukā thā, jab Bājī né us sé chudvāné sé qabl uskā dhamghusađ åzīmushshān Uncut Hindu Lund choosā thā.
Bājī né Durgesh kā poorā Hindu cum pī liyā thā.
Durgesh Phir Bājī ké Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs dabāné laga.
Vinod né kahā,
“Mujhé to dar lag raha hai ki kahein is ka bhai na uth jāyé.”
Bājī né kahā,
“Voh abhi nahīn uthégā, Durgesh ko aur bhī jo karna hai, ārām sé karlé.”
Durgesh nangi Sawdah ké ħasīn-o-jamīl Saåūdī Årab Musalmān jism sé khelta raha.
Phir Durgesh né donon sleeper setoan ké beech mein neeché blanket bichhakar bed banāyā aur Sawdah ko seat sé neeché khench liyā.
Ab Durgesh Sawdah Bājī ko nīché liŧākar chodné lagā.
Chudāī raftā raftā phir zor pakađné lagī.
Raat ko main kab sukoon sé so gayā, mujhé patā hī nahīn chalā.
Bīch mein jab main ék do baar péshāb ké liyé uŧhā, maine dékhā, Sawdah Bājī aur Durgesh kichkichā kichkichākar kar, jamkar, kaskar dhuāndhār ghanghor ghamāsān chudāī kar rahé thī mukħtalif positions mein.
Yah kahīn sé bhī nahīn lag rahā thā ki Durgesh 60-sāl ké ho chuké hain aur Sawdah Bājī abhi sirf 29 ki hain.
Apné sé ādhī ůmr sé bhī ék sāl kam ůmr ki balā ki ħasīn chiknī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān laundiyā, Sawdah Bājī, kī Durgesh kichkichā kichkichākar, jamkar, dhuāndhār ghanghor ghamāsān chudāī kar rahé thé.
Kamāl ké buddhé thé Durgesh.
Agar Hindu buddhé vāqaī sab ké sab aese hī hoté hain, jaise Durgesh thé, to mujhé yah taslīm karné mein koī aetrāz nahīn thā ki hum beshtar Musalmān naujavānon sé to yeh Hindu buddhé hī bahtar thé.
Aré, aesī dhuāndhār ghanghor ghamāsān chudāī to main bhī nahīn kar saktā thā mérī bahnon kī.
Chaunkiyé mat.
Darħaqīqat, main ék incest lover Musalmān hoon.
Isīliyé mujhé is baat par koī aetrāz nahīn ho rahā thā ki Durgesh mérī Bājī ko chod rahé thé.
Main mérī tamām 17, balā ki ħasīn, balā ki naujavān, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bahnon ko kħud chodnā chahta thā.
Allah Allah Måshā Allah!
Aré bhai, ismein burāī hī kyā thī?
Yånī ki ék sarāsar bāhar kā ādmī aakar āpkī bahan ko āpkī apnī marzī sé kħoob dhoom dhām sé lé jāyé, aur āpke roté rahné ké bāvajood apné ghar lé jākar haméshah chodé to āpko is par koī aetrāz nahīn hai.
Āpkī bahan vahān us anjān shakħs ki ghulāmī karé, yah āpko chalégā.
Baat baat par jhiđkiyān khāyé, bilā vajah dutkārī jāyé, yah sab āpko chalégā.
Lékin aap kħud nahīn chodéngé apnī bahan ko.
Vāh, kyā ideology hai!
Apnī bahnon ko doosron sé chudvāyéngé, aur is par fakħr bhī karéngé.
Aré, åql ké andho, chulloo bhar pānī mein doobkar mar kyon nahīn jāté?
Satrah bahnén theīn mérī.
Agar Abbū ne aql sé kaam liyā hota to voh béizzatī unko hargiz na uŧhānī pađtī jo aaj voh uŧhā rahé thé.
Kyā fāydā huā?
Nikāħon mein itnā paisā barbād huā, aur béŧiyān bhī ākħikār ghar aakar baiŧh gaīn.
Ab jāiyé!
Phir kisī ké hāth pair jođiyé ki aao, mérī béŧiyon ko chodo.
Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāh!
Aur mat apnāo incest!
Jođté raho isī taraħ har kisī ké hāth pair.
Ghar kā jogī jogđā aný gāon kā siddh.***
Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah was suddenly startled.
Allah, what did she hear?
She was happy that everything was going all right.
She was the first Prime Minister of Pakistan who proposed her own daughters’ live in relationships with Durgesh.
Not of only her one daughter, but all of them.
“It is erroneously being advertized that Durgesh is after the pride of entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.” She had said in her interview, “I never believed this nonsense.”
“But, Doctor—” A lady journalist interrupted Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah.
“I’ve allowed all of my daughters to continue their live in relationship with Durgesh.”
“Will your daughters go to India?” Someone asked furiously.
“It’s not needed.”
“Then how the live in relationship will continue?”
“It would be a two way traffic.” Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah smiled graciously, “Sometimes, my daughters will go to India. But sometimes, Durgesh himself will come here to Pakistan, to live with my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān daughters.”
Chapter 3
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Eidul Fitr:1
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Creative adult sex in Hindi, Creative adult sex in Urdu, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 2 CommentsEidul Fitr
Chapter 1
This is Shaguftah Wajāħat Saiyad, from Islamabad, Pakistan.
Meri family mein hum 4 members hain.
1. Mere Abbū, Wajāħat Ůsmān Saiyad. Voh Karachi mein Government job karte hain aur month mein 1 ya 2 baar hī ghar aate hain.
2.Meri Ammī, Raīsah Salmān Saiyad
3. Main Shaguftah Saiyad 28, 34-26-36, hum Islamabad mein hi rahte hain. Main PhD kar chukī hoon, Arabic Islamic literature mein, Aligarh Muslim Univerity, India sé.
Kitnī ajīb bāt hai, hai na?
1947 mein hum Musalmānon ne yah sochkar Pakistan banāyā thā ki hum Hinduon sé zyādah taraqqī karké dikhāyéngé, aur āj hum Pakistani Musalmān Arabic Islamic literature mein, Aligarh Muslim Univerity India sé PhD karnā fakħr kī bāt samajhté hain apné liyé.
4. Mérī chhoŧī bahan, Musarrat Saiyad 26, 32-26-36.
Ājkal voh bhī Aligarh Muslim Univerity sé hī PhD kar rahī hai, ‘Humanity and Islam’ mein.
Apni acquaintance mein main sabse zyādah hasīn hūn.
Hindu lađké aur mérī humůmr Musalmān lađkiyān mujhé chhéđté rahté hain, aur Musalmān lađké mujhé ħasrat bharī nigāhon sé dékhkar ŧhandī āhén bharté hain,
“Yah Sālī Hindustan sé, Aligarh Muslim Univerity sé PhD karké aaī hai. Humén thođé hī hāth rakhné dégī apné puŧŧhé par. Kisī na kisī Hindu sé hī chudvāyégī.”
“Chudvāyégī? Aré, janāb, hosh to ŧhikāné hain aap ké? Chudvā chukī.”
“Chudvā chukī?”
“Jī, janāb. Yah 2009 hai, 1947 nahīn.”
“Kyā matlab? What do you mean?”
“1947 bailgāđiyon kā zamānah thā. Hamāré ābā o ijdād Hindustan sé bailgāđiyon mein hī baiŧhkar bhāgé thé. 2009—”
“Bhāgé thé? Hamāré ābā o ijdād ne Pakistan banāyā thā janāb, Hindustāniyon kī īnŧ sé īnŧ bajākar rakh dī thī.”
“Aur badlé mein Hinduon ne hum tamām Musalmānon kī maa bahnon, bahoo béŧiyon, aur bīviyon, sabhī ko chodkar rakh diyā thā, yah bhī to kaho.”
“To ismein nai baat kaun sī huī thī? Ham Musalmānon kī maa bahnén, bahoo béŧiyān aur bīviyān to haméshah sé hī Hinduon sé chudvāné kī zabardast shauqīn rahī hain.”
“Sun rahī ho?” mérī sahélī Åālam ārah ne mujhé ŧhahoké lagā kar kahā, “Yah kħayālāt hain hum logon ke mutålliq hamāré Islami mulk kā mustaqbil banāné wālon ke.”
Mainé muskurākar Åālam ārah ko chhéđā,
“Ŧhīk hī to kah rahé hain, béchāré. Yah Islami mulk, aur yahī Islami mulk kyā, tamām Islami mumālik to kħatné ké naam par in béchāron kī chhoŧī chhoŧī, nanhī munnī nooniyān bhī kāŧkar rakh dété hain.”
Mérī tamām sahéliyān khilkhilākar hans pađīn.
Åālam ārah badmåsh apnī bāīn ānkh dabākar bolī,
“Yār, Kħatné kā mazāq mat uđāo. Durgesh kahtā hai, aesā to Mughal-e-åāzam Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar ké zamāné mein bhī nahīn hota thā, jabki Islam aur Musalmānon kī jitni hijjo mughalon ké zamāné mein huī, utni aaj tak kahīn kabhī nahīn huī.”
“Bhāī, mughalon kā contribution to taslīm karnā hī pađégā.”Jamīlah Taimūr nihāyat hī sanjīdagī ké sāth bolī.
“Voh kyā?” main chakarākar bolī, “Yahān Pakistan mein to mughalon ko koī Musalmān tak taslīm nahīn kartā. Sab unko kāfir kahté hain. Térā Durgesh tak kahtā hai ki mughalon ki bahoo béŧiyān Hinduon sé ishq farmāyā kartī thīn. Aur mughal unké nikāħ Hinduon sé kar diyā karté thé.” Vide hisorical novels ‘Agni Pareexa’ and ‘Raziyah’ by Achary’ Chatursen Shastri.
“Mérā Durgesh?” Jamīlah Taimūr akađ kar bolī, “Shukriyah, shukriyah, shukriyah.”
“Ismein ‘shukriyah’ adā karné wali kyā baat hai? Jab Durgesh khulé åām hamārī Jamīlah Taimūr ko Chodtā thā, to voh Jamīlah Taimūr kā Durgesh nahīn huā to kyā mérā Durgesh huā? Shaguftah Saiyad 28 kā?”
“34-26-36 kā?” Nasīm Ghaznavī ne ŧukđā lagāyā.
“Aré mérī Shaguftah Saiyad 28, 34-26-36,” Jamīlah Taimūr ne mujhé mastiyon mein daboch liyā, “khulé åām to Durgesh ham tamām PhD karné wāliyon ko chodā karta thā. Balki voh Hindu laundā kyā chodégā hamén? Hum chodā kartī thīn us mastāné Hindu laundé ko. Aur kyon na chodén? Voh béwaqoof samajhta hai ki hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké ålāvā aur kisī kī choot hī nahīn hotī. To phir hum log bhī jee bharkar kyon na maze looŧén is situation ké?”
“Arī, chhođ mujhé. Kambakħt,”main kichkichākar bolī, “India jakar Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađ lé phir sé. Kambakħto, doob maro tum sab jākar chulloo bhar pānī mein. India PhD karné gaī thīn, yā Durgesh sé chudvāné?”
“Durgesh sé chudvāné.”mérī sabsé pyārī sahélī, Åālam ārah, mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot par chuŧkī leti huī bolī, “mérī jān! PhD to kahīn bhī jākar kī jā saktī hai. Lékin Durgesh sé sirf India jākar hī chudvāyā jā saktā hai. Samjhī yā kuchh aur zahnī kushtiyān lađkar samjhāūn Kambakħt ko?”
“Too India jākar Durgesh sé hī palang ki kushtiyān lađ. Samjhī? Mujhé chhođ, main kahtī hoon.”
Durgesh sé méré koī jismānī tålluqāt, kam az kam āj kī tārīkħ tak to, nahīn thé.
Mérī tamām sahéliyān is baat ko lékar haméshah mujhé chhéđtī rahtī thīn.
Kitnī åjib baat thī, mérī dādījān, Ħadas Āftāb Åālam, jab Pakistan bana, to apné Hindu prémī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, ko vahīn Hindustān chhođkar, apné shauhar, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad ké sāth rahné, Pakisan chalī aaīn.
Lékin Pakistan mein pahunchté hī unké kħvāb is tézī sé ŧooŧné shurū hué ki voh Pakistan mein zyādah din rah na sakīn.
Qabāiliyon né jab Kashmir par ħamlah kiyā, to voh bhī pahlé dasté ké sāth hī Hindustan chalī gaīn.
Phir Pakistan voh aaīn to kaī bār, lékin yahān rahné ké liyé nahīn, sirf apné Musalmān shauhar aur apné bachchon sé milné.
Dādājān, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad, hum logon sé alag, Lahore mein rahté thé,
“Dādājān, aap hum logon ké sāth Islamabad mein kyon nahīn rahté?” mainé apné Dādājān, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad, ké gale mein apnī donon bāhén dāl dīn.
“Shagufta béŧī,” voh muskurāyé, “I’m 79, now. Shurū sé hī main Lahore mein rahtā aaya hoon. Hamāré ābā-o-ijdād bhī yahīn, Lahore mein hī rahā karté thé. Hum log, aur Pakistaniyon ki taraħ, Hindustan sé hijrat karké Pakistan nahīn aayé.”
“Yånī hum log original Pakistani hain?” main fakħr ké sāth bolī.
“Bilkul.” Dādājān, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad, bhī fakħr ké sāth muskurākar bole, “Aur main dékh rahā hoon ki mérī béŧī ko is baat par mujhsé kuchh kam fakħr nahīn hai.”
“Dādā Abbū, Dādī Ammī yahān hamāré sāth Pakistan mein kyon nahīn rahtīn? Hindustan kyon chalī gaīn vāpas?”
“Yah savāl to béŧī, tumko apnī Dādī Ammī sé Hindustan mein karna chāhiyé thā.” Dādājān, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad, sanjīdah ho gaýé.
“Aap Dādī Ammī ko abhī bhī chāhté hain?”
Dādājān, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad, ne ék sāns lī,
“Haan, béŧī, tum bhool saktī ho tumhārī Dādī Ammī ko?”
“Nahīn,” maine taslīm kiyā, “Lékin mujhé Dādī Ammī sé dhér sārī shikāyāt hain.”
“Voh to mujhé bhī hain, béŧī, tumhārī Dādī Ammī sé.”
“Voh kahtī hain, Pakistan vaisā nahīn banā, jaisā Pakistan banāyé jāné ké kħvāb Musalmānon ko dikhāyé gayé thé.”
“Isliyé voh vāpas jākar dārul-kufr mein rahné lagīn?” Dādājān, Ůsmān Muħammad Saiyad tanz-āméz lahje mein hansé, “Tumné voh zamānah nahīn dékhā, hum logon ne dékhā hai. Musalmān åuratén Hindustan sé Pakistan, zyādahtar aaī hī nahīn. Ulŧé yahān sé jāné vālé Hinduon ké sāth yahān Pakistan tak ki Musalmān åuratén Hindustan bhāg gaīn. Méré apné household tak mein yahī huā. Hindu Musalmān åuraton ko paŧāné mein itné ustad hain ki Allah ki mār ho kambakħton par. Jo Musalmān åuratén yahān Pakistan pahlé aaī bhī thīn, voh bhī, zyādahtar tumhārī Dādī Ammī ki taraħ hī phir vāpas Hindustan chalī gaīn. Allah målūm Kambakħt kaisā jādoo jāntéhain ki jo bhī Musalmān lađkī aur Musalmān åurat ék bār bhī in Hinduon sé miltī hai, yā insé kisī taraħ mulavvas hotī hai, voh phir haméshah haméshah ké liyé in Hinduon hī kī hokar rah jātī
hai.”
Main sanjīdagī sé bolī,
“Lékin yah to bađī sharmnāk baat hai, Dādā Abbū, hum Musalmānon ké liyé.”
“Dékho, Shaguftah Wajāħat Saiyad,” Dādājān nihāyat hī sanjīdagī ké sāth bolé, “sach kahoon? Burā mat mānnā. Mujhé abhī bhī yaqīn nahīn hai, ki tum Hindustan mein itné sālon tak rahīn, aur phir bhī, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké liyé Hindustan kī sabsé dilkash chīz, Durgesh, sé milné kā tumhein koī ishtiyāq tak paidah nahīn huā.”
Main muskurā dī.
Dādā Abbū koī iklauté Musalmān nahīn thé, jisé apnī ħasīno jamīl naujavān Musalmān potī ké bāré mein yah shak thā.
Yah shak to ājkal har ħasīno jamīl naujavān Musalmān lađkī ké Dādā Dādī, Ammī Abbū aur har rshtédār ko haméshah banā rahtā thā.
Musalmān ħasīnāyén Hinduon, aur kħās taur par Durgesh, ké pīchhé aesī dīvānī thīn ki unmein sé kisī ék ké mutålliq bhī yah bāt dåvé ké sāth nahīn kahī jā saktī thī ki uské Durgesh yā kisī aur doosré Hindu sé koī jismānī tålluqāt nahīn thé.
Qabl-e-Islam Hindu Årab ħasināon ko chodā karté thé.
Årabon ki qabāilī ħasad is ħad tak unhein pāmāl kar chukī thī ki voh ék doosré ké qabīlon par ħamlah karké unkī ħasīno jamīl åuraton ko uŧhā liyā karté thé, aur unhein Hindustan lé jākar béch diyā karté thé.
Hindustan isliyé, ki Hindustan us vaqt duniya kā sabse amīr mulk tha, aur ‘Sone ki Chiđiyā’ ké naam se ghair mumālik mein mashhoor thā.
Zaahir hai ki apni bepanah burdafaroshi ke aevaj sabse zyadah paisa/chizen Arbon ko Hindustan se hi haasil o sakti theen, aur kahin se hargiz nahin.
Islam ké zahoor ké båd is måmlé mein thođī rok lagnī shurū huī thī.
Lékin zyādah vaqt nahīn guzrā, aur Årab ké lālchī burdāfaroshon né ākħirkār Yazīd bin Muåāviyah kī leadership mein Ħukūmat-e-ilāhī ké kħilāf ék kāmyāb baghāvat karké Ħukūmat-e-ilāhī ko ulaŧ kar rakh diyā.
Iské båd sé lékar āj tak kā daur is måmlé mein Musalmānon ké liyé béħad sharmnāk daur hai, jismein tamām pardon aur child marriage kī lånaton ké bāvajūd Musalmān ħasīnāyén uŧhāī jātī rahīn.
Kħud nām nihād Musalmānon ké girohon né nihāyat hī bésharmī aur intehāī béħayāī ké sāth yah kām kiyā.
Bahānā haméshah yah banāyā gayā ki yah sab Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī ké qayām, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī ké liyé kiyā jā rahā hai, isliyé Musalmān is zalīl kaam mein apnī izzato ābrū aur jāno māl jo bhī qurbān karén, kam hai.
Musalmān ħasīnāon né jab yah dékhā ki unké apné muħāfiz hī jab unkī izzato ābrū kā saudah karnā apnā main business banāyé hué hain, to unhoné kħud Hinduon ko approach karnā shurū kar diyā.
Is taraħ voh kam az kam Hinduon kī Musalmān laudiyān aur Musalmān tawāyaf banné kī jagah, Hinduon kī bīviyān to ban saktī thīn.
Kam az kam izzato ābrū ké sāth zindagī to guzār saktī thīn.
In poshīdah zalīltarīn siyāsī ħaqīqaton sé nāvāqif åām Musalmān isé bhī apnī aur apné dīn kī tauhīn samajhté rahé.
Unhoné Hinduon kī polygamy par apné vote bank ké through mutawātir siyāsī ħamlé karné jārī rakhé.
Aur ākħirkār ‘Pandit’(?) Jawaharlal Nehru kī Muslim vote bank kī andhī sarkār né ék aesā zalīltarīn béinsāfī bharā anokhā qānūn pass kar diyā jo Hinduon kī zalīl sé zalīltarīn mukħālif Musalmān ħukūmat bhī kahīn kabhī karké nahīn dikhā sakī thī.
Is kālé syāh qānūn ké mutābiq Musalmānon ko Hindustan mein chār nikāħ kar sakné kā ħaq båqī rahā, aur Hinduon ko sirf ék shādī karné tak maħdood kar diyā gayā.
Hindustan is taraħ duniya kā voh nirālā anokhā wāħid mulk ban gayā, jahān aksariyat second citizen hai, aur åqalliyat first citizen.
Vote bank kahān tak vote bank ké bhikhāriyon ko neech banā saktā hai, Hindustan kā yah zalīltarīn qānūn iskī badtarīn misāl hai, aur ‘Pandit’(?) Jawaharlal Nehru kā yah sabsé zalīl kārnāmā hai, jiskī misāl tamām tārīkħ-e-insāniyat mein aur kahīn nahīn miltī.
Yah méré liyé kam ħairat kī bāt nahīn thī ki University mein Hindu lađké aksar aaté rahté, aur Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chhédté rahté, na sirf students ko, balki Dean, Vice Chancellor,Professors aur lecturers ko bhī.
Kai baar yeh Hindu lađké Musalmān ħasīnāon ké
Pakistani Musalmān boobs press kar dété, aur to aur unkī Musalmān gānđon par bhi haath mārté rahté, aur Musalmān ħasīnāén is par burā mānné kī jagah is taraħ muskurāyā kartīn, jaisé voh Hindu is taraħ unkī béizzatī nahīn, balki un Musalmān ħasīnāon par koī bahut bađā aħsān kar rahé hon.
Mujhé poochhné par patā chalā ki sab ko to nahīn, lékin kuchh Musalmān ħasīnāon ko is par ghussa to aata hai lékin voh phir bhī unkī mukħālifat nahīn kar saktīn.
un Hindu lađkon mein se kisi ke father police mein hain, to kisi ke father netāon ke saath kaam karte hain.
Agar voh mukħālifat kartīn to is mein bhī unkī hī badnāmī hotī aur doosré siyāsī masāil alag khađé ho jāté.
Lihāzā unmein sé anékon ne ulŧé iské fāýdé uŧhāné shurū kar diyé thé aur Hindu households aur Hindu siyāsat mein ghus gaī thīn.
Kuchh kā sochna tha ki kisi bhī taraħ sé University clear ho jaye uske baad unko in sabhi masāil se chhuŧkārā mil jāyegā.
Durgesh Jabalpur mein rahtā thā.
Mérī Chachāzād bahan, Amīnah Saiyad, mujhsé ék sāl bađī thīn aur Durgesh ké Sex Empire mein shāmil thīn.
Main har festival par unse milne ké liyé unke paas jaati thī.
Amīnah Saiyad Bājī mujhé bahut pyar kartī hain.
Main bhī Amīnah Bājī sé kam muħabbat nahīn kartī.
Lekin mujhé kya patā tha ki Durgesh Jījū ye Jijū-Sālī ka pyār bhool kar is Eidul Fitr par mujhé chodéngé.
Har saal ki taraħ main is saal bhi Eidul Fitr par Amīnah Bājī sé milné ke liyé unke paas Jabalpur jāné wali thi.
Main unhen surprise dénā chāhtī thi isliyé maine is baar 10 dino ki chhuŧŧī lékar Eidul Fitr ke ek din pahle Jabalpur jāné ka faisla kiya.
Amīnah Bājī ke paas unse milne Dehradun Express se main Jabalpur pahunch gai.
Jaise hi main ghar pahunchi to door open tha.
Méré ghar mein enter hote hi Durgesh Jījū mujhé dekhte hi ekdam chaunk pađé.
Jaise hi main unke pass gai unho ne mujhé gale se laga liyā.
Durgesh Jījū ne mujhé itni zor se apni baahon mein kas rakha tha ki méré 36 ke Pakistani Musalmān boobs unki chhātī se bilkul chipak gaye the.
1 minute tak Durgesh Jījū ne mujhé chhođā hi nahīn.
Unhone mujhé is taraħ gale laga rakha tha jaise kai saalon baad mujhse mile hon.
1 minute baad Durgesh Jījū ne mujhé chhođā.
Phir main jaise hi Durgesh Jījū ke pair chhūné ke liyé nīché jhuki to main yeh dékhkar burī taraħ chaunkī ki unka Uncut Unique Hinudu Lund unké pant mein khađā hua tha.
Us time maine red color ki T-shirt aur Narrow bottom ki jeans pahan rakhi thī.
Méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs aur mérī Pakistani Musalmān Gānđ ké ubhār saaf dikh rahé thé.
Durgesh Jījū bahut khush nazar aa rahé thé, aur main bhi.
Phir Durgesh Jījū ne kahā,
“Shaguftah Saiyad, mujhé bata diya hota to main tujhe station par léné aa jata.”
Maine kahā,
“Jījū, main aapko surprise dénā chāhtī thi.”
Durgesh Jījū méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs ko baar-baar ghoor rahé the.
Main yeh dékhkar bahut kħush huī ki jis unique Hindu naujavān par mérī Chachāzād bađī bahan, Amīnah Bājī is burī taraħ martī thīn ki voh uské sāth binā nikāħ ké rah rahī thīn, jis unique Hindu naujavān par hazāron ék sé bađhkar ék extremely beautiful Musalmān ħasīnāén is burī taraħ martī thīn ki voh uské sāth binā nikāħ ké rah rahī thīn, voh méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs par fidā ho gayā thā.
Durgesh Jījū ne kahā,
“Shaguftah Saiyad, tū jaa kar fresh ho jaa. main hotel se khāné pīné ka sāmān lékar aata hoon. Térī Bājī kā aaj kuchh special dishes kā mood hai.”
Maine kahā,
“Ŧhīk hai Durgesh Jījū. Khūb chađhāo Amīnah Bājī ko apné sar par. Special dishes kā mood hai, to ghar mein nahīn ban saktīn special dishes. Hotel sé āýéngī. Ab samajh mein āyā mérī ki Musalmān ħasīnāyén binā nikāħ ké bhī tumhāré sāth rahné ké liyé kyon marī jātī hain. Itné nakħré aur kaun ānkh kā andhā aur gānŧh kā pūrā uŧhā saktā hai in sar chađhī Musalmān ħasīnāon ké. Vāqaī, Jījū, tumhāré jaisā Musalmān ħasīnāon kā dīvānā aur koī na aaj tak kahīn paidā huā, na hī shāyad mustaqbil mein kabhī kahīn paidā hogā.”
Phir mein bathroom mein nahāné chalī aaī
Nahāné ke baad maine red color ka suit aur salwar pahnā aur Amīnah Bājī ke bedroom mein TV dekhne lagi.
Amīnah Bājī apnī kisī sahélī sé milné chalī gaīn.
Unkī sahélī ko achānak koī problem aa gayā thā, jisé ħal kar sakné mein usko Amīnah Bājī ki madad chāhiyé thī.
“Amīnah Bājī,” maine chuŧkī lī, “zyādah sahéliyān mat banānā. Nuqsān mein rahogī.”
“Kyon?” Amīnah Bājī ne honŧhon hī honŧhon mein muskurāté hué mujhé chhéđā.
Shāyad voh mérī shaitānī samajh gaī thīn.
“Durgesh Jījū ŧhahré Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam. Tumhārī saheliyon ne agar is bāt kā fāýdah uŧhānā shurū kar diyā to tum to phir karvaŧén hī badaltī rahogī rāt bhar, aur film ‘Aapki Qasam’ ka voh mashhoortareen dogana, duet, gaati rah jaogi jo Indian Film Industry ki ab tak ki most beautiful heroine Mumtaz Rajesh Khanna ke liye gaati hai, ‘Karvaten badalte rahe sari rat ham, Aapki Qasam’.”
Amīnah Bājī ne mérī pīŧh par ék ghūnsā mārā,
“Shaguftah Wajāħat Saiyad, mérā Hindu Kħasam issé ékdam ulaŧ hai, samjhī? Usko agar Vāqaī apnā banāyé rakhnā hai, to usko haméshah apnī naī naī extremely beautiful Musalmān sahéliyon kā lālach dété rahnā béħad zarūrī hai.”
Main hakkī bakkī sī unkā ħasīn-o-jamīl Musalmān chehrā dékhtī rah gaī.
Amīnah Bājī sirf ħasīn hī nahīn thīn, zahīn bhī thīn.
Isilyé to Durgesh jaise mard sé khél pā rahī thīn.
Main Durgesh Jījū ka intazaar karne lagi.
Sham ke 5 baj rahé the, tab door bell Bājī.
Maine socha Durgesh Jījū aaye honge.
Jaise hi maine door khola, bahar ek aadmi khađā tha.
Maine kahā,
“Haanji, boliyé.”
Wo aadmi mujhé åjīb tarīqé se ghoor rahā thā.
Méré dobaara bolne par wo bola ki main is flat ka makān mālik hoon. Main kirāyā léné āyā hoon.”
maine kahā,
“Bājī aur Jījū donon ghar par nahīn hain. Shaam ko aayenge.”
Maine door band kar diya, aur TV dekhne lagi.
Shaam ke qarīb 6 baje Durgesh Jījū waapas aaye.
Maine saara sāmān bedroom main rakh diya.
Phir Durgesh Jījū aur main bātein karne lage.
Durgesh Jījū kahane lage,
“ Shaguftah Saiyad, tum bahut hasīn ho aur aaj to tum bahut hasīn lag rahi ho.”
Durgesh Jījū baar-baar méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs ko ghoor rahé the aur unki aankhon mein alag si chamak bhi thi.
Khair, maine in sab bāton ko nazar andāz kiya aur Durgesh Jījū se kahā,
“Jījū, mujhé bhookh lagi hai aur mujhé nīnd bhi aa rahi hai.”
Yeh flat Durgesh Jījū kā nahīn, Amīnah Bājī kā thā.
Flat mein sirf ek hi bedroom tha.
Rāt ke qarīb 8 baje thé.
Durgesh Jījū aur maine khana khaya.
Main bahut thakī thī, isliyé main bed ke ek kinaare par so gaī.
Durgesh Jījū bhī bed ke dūsré kinaare par so gaye.
Rāt qarīb 1:30 baje meri nīnd khulī.
Mujhé laga ki méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs par kuch hai.
Main achanak uŧh gaī.
Kamre mein dim light jal rahi thi.
Maine dekha Durgesh Jījū ne apna Uncut Unique Hinudu Lund pant se bahar nikal rakha tha aur use sahala rahé the.
Main Durgesh Jījū par bhađak uŧhi,
“Durgesh Jījū, ye aap kya kar rahé ho? main aapki Sālī hoon, bīvī nahīn.”
Durgesh Jījū ne phir méré ek Pakistani Musalmān boob ko pakađ liya aur kahne lage,
“ Shaguftah Saiyad, I LOVE YOU.”
Maine kahā,
“ Jījū, ye kya badtamīzī hai? Main aapki Sālī hoon. aap méré saath aisa kaise kar sakte hain? Agar aap méré saath aisi badtamīzī karoge to main aapse kabhi bāt nahīn karoongi.”
Main rone lagī.
Durgesh Jījū ne kahā,
“Sorry, Shaguftah Saiyad, maine jab tumhén gale lagāyā thā, to tumné bhī yah kħūb achchhī taraħ maħsūs kiyā thā ki mérā Uncut Hindu Lund khađā ho gayā hai. Voh tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein chubh bhī rahā thā us vaqt. Tumné yā tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ne is par koī aetrāz nahīn kiyā, balki tum is par fakħr sé mujhé dékh rahī thīn, aur tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān Choot kī slit ne bhī bétābī sé khulkar méré Uncut Hindu Lund kā apné andar poorī garmjoshī sé svāgat kiyā thā.”
Main burī taraħ jhénp gaī,
“Sorry, Jījū, main us vaqt thođā sā bahak gaī thī. Please, mérī us vaqt ki nādānī kā koī ghalat matlab lagākar uskā koī ghalat fāýdah hargiz na uŧhāýén.”
Maine rona band kar diya aur main qarīb 15 minute båd so gaī.
Agle din hī Eidul Fitr tha.
Main subaħ jaldi uŧh kar nahāné chalī gaī.
Nahāné ke båd maine black color kar kā suit aur salwaar pahnā aur hotel se tea bhi mangwai.
phir main Durgesh Jījū ko jagane gaī.
Us ħādsé ke båd main Zamīn par so gaī thī.
Mujhé Durgesh Jījū ke paas jaana åjīb sa lag raha thā.
Lékin wo the to méré Jījū.
Mujhé laga thā ki Durgesh Jījū ko ab apnī ghalatfahmī par nidāmat hogī.
Main unhén jagāyā aur kahā,
“Durgesh Jījū, jaakar naha lijiye.”
Durgesh Jījū uŧhe aur nahaane chale gaye.
Nahāné ke båd kapđé pahan kar Durgesh Jījū ready thé.
Main salāt ada kar chukī thī.
Durgesh Jījū aaye aur kahā,
“Shaguftah Saiyad, apnā bag pack kar lo. main aaj shām tumhén ghar chhođné jāūngā.”
Maine kahā,
“Lékin Durgesh Jījū—”
Durgesh Jījū ne kahā,
“Shaguftah Saiyad, main ab tujhse kabhi nahīn mil sakoongā, aur Ammī, Raīsah Salmān Saiyad , Abbū, Wajāħat Ůsmān Saiyad aur tujhse sabsé door rahoongā. Tum logon mein sé kisī sé bhī kabhi nahīn miloonga aur na hī kisi se bāt
karoonga.”
Main jaisé āsmān sé gir pađī,
“Kyā hua Durgesh Jījū? aap aisa kyon kah rahé ho? aap hum sab ko chhođ kar kyon alag honā chahte ho?”
Durgesh Jījū ne kahā,
“ Shaguftah Saiyad, mujhé lagā thā tum mujhsé pyār kartī ho. Lékin mérī yah ghalatfahmī tum raat ko door kar chukī ho. Kahīn ék sāth rahné sé phir koī aesī ħarkat jāné anjāné mujhsé na ho jāyé, isliyé ab hamārā ék doosré sé na milnā hī ŧhīk rahégā.”
Main is par phir se rone lagī, aur kahā,
“Durgesh Jījū, aap aisa kyon kah rahé ho? Main
aapki Sālī hoon. Aap jo bhi kar rahé the wo sab ŧhīk nahīn thā. Issé hamārī, hamārī Ammī, Raīsah Salmān Saiyad kī, aur Abbū, Wajāħat Ůsmān Saiyad kī badnaami hogi.”
Durgesh Jījū ne kahā,
“Taiyārī kar lénā.”
Phir voh bahar chale gaye.
Main ro rahi thi.
Abbū aur Ammī, donon, Durgesh Jījū ko apnā béŧā mānté thé aur unké baghair nahīn rah sakté thé.
Durgesh Jījū ne unhén aesā hī pyār aur izzat dī thī.
Dopahar qarīb 2 baje Durgesh Jījū ghar aaye aur kahā,
“Tumné apna sāmān to pack kar liya na? ab chalo ghar.”
Durgesh Jījū room se bag uŧhakar laaye.
“Durgesh Jījū,” main bolī, “Aap méré Jījū ho. aap méré saath aisa nahīn kar sakte. ye sab galat hai.”
Durgesh Jījū ko meri bāt aur aansūon sé koi farq nahīn pađ raha tha.
Unhone bag uŧhaya aur jaise hi door ki taraf bađhé, maine unka hāth pakađ liyā,
“Ŧhīk hai Durgesh Jījū, aap jo kahoge wo main karne ko taiyaar hoon. Bas aap ye rishté mat tođiyé.”
Ék bāt to hai, lađkiyān emotional blackmail bahut jaldi ho jāyā kartī hain.
wahi méré saath bhi hua.
Phir kya thā?
Méré itnā bolté hi Durgesh Jījū ki kħushī ka to koi thikana hī nahīn raha.
Unhone door band kar bag wahin par chhođā aur mujhé apnī banhon main uŧha ker bedroom mein lé gaye.
Mujhé bed par paŧakħ kar kħud méré oopar chađh gaye aur méré honŧhon ko buri taraħ chūmné lagé.
Durgesh Jījū is taraħ méré honŧhon ko chūm rahé the jaise ye aag barson purani ho.
wo ek haath se méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs ko bhi daba rahé the.
After 5 minutes, mujhé bhi sex ka bhoot sawar hone laga.
Méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs tight hone lagé the.
Ab main bhi kissing mein Durgesh Jījū ka saath dene lagī.
Mérā response dekh Durgesh Jījū dhire-dhire apna hath meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke paas le gaye, aur mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ko sahlāné lagé.
Mérī Pakistani Musalmān Chootmein ab gudgudi hone lagī thi.
Main first time kisi ke saath sex kar rahi thī, wo bhi méré Durgesh Jījū ke saath.
Mujhé bhi ab maza aane laga tha.
Main ab Durgesh Jījū ko full response dene lagī thi.
Tabhī Durgesh Jījū uŧhe aur ek hi jhatke mein méré suit ko phāđ kar alag kar diyā.
Mérī salwaar ka nāđā khol, use bhi utaar diyā.
Ab main Durgesh Jījū ke saamne sirf bra aur panty mein thi.
Durgesh Jījū ki aankhon ki chamak aur bađh chukī thi.
Dékhté hi dékhté unhone meri bra aur panty bhi utar di.
Ab main unke saamne bilkul nude thī.
Ab wo méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs ko chūmné lagé aur meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ko bhi sahlāné lagé.
Kuchh der tak méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs chūmné ke båd wo meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke paas aayé aur meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke oopar apnā Uncut Hindu Lund rakh diyā.
Mujhé Allah målūm kyā sūjhā,
Main Durgesh Jījū ké Uncut Hindu Lund ko unké binā kuchh kahé hī chatne lagī.
Durgesh Jījū ko aisa lagā ki unké Uncut Hindu Lund mein aag lag gaī hai.
Durgesh Jījū mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot choomné lagé.
Main buri taraħ chhaŧpaŧāné lagī.
Main Durgesh Jījū ke baalon ko nonchne lagī aur unke sar ko pakađ kar apnī Pakistani Musalmān Choot par dabaane lagī.
Méré munh se awaazen aane lagīn,
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaashhhhshhhhhhhhh aaaaaahaaaaaaa
aaaammmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaasssshhhhhh.”
Maine kahā,
“ Jījūūuuuuuuuuuuuū, muuuujjheee kuchhhhh hoo raahaaa haiii aaahahhhahhhahhhh!”
Mérī saansen bahut tez ho gaī thīn.
Main pagalon ki taraħ tađap rahi thi.
Maine Durgesh Jījū se kahā,
“Pleeeeaasseee Durgesh Jījū, kuchhhhh kīijiiye mainn maarrrr jaaaaooongii.”
Durgesh Jījū uŧhe aur apna Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot par ragađné lagé.
Maine kahā,
“ Pleeaaaseee, Durgesh Jījū, jo karrnaa haaaiii jaaldiiii karooo, nahhii to maiinnn marr jaaaoongiii.”
Durgesh Jījū ne apne bhi kapđé utaare.
Jaise hi unhone apna underwear utaara main ek dam sannn rah gaī.
Unkā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund 8″ lamba aur 5″ mota ka tha aur main to abhi kunwārī thi.
Main darrr gaī.
Sochne lagī, ab mera kyaa hoga.
Maine kahā,
“ Durgesh Jījū, itnā bađā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein kaise jaayega? main mar jaoongi.”
Ab main Durgesh Jījū se minnatén karne lagī,
“Mujhé chhođ do. Mujhé itnā bađā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund apnī Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein nahīn lena.”
Unhone mujhse kahā,
“Dékh Shaguftah Saiyad, agar too mujhsé sambandh chāhtī hai, to tujhe ye dard sahna hi pađégā. Aur phir dard to thođī der hi rahta hai. Uské båd to mazaa hi mazaa hai.”
Main chup ho gaī aur mérī ānkhén band kar līn maine.
Durgesh Jījū ne apna Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ké center par rakha aur ek shot lagāyā.
Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein nahīn jaa raha tha.
Durgesh Jījū ne vaslin liya aur dher saara meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot par aur apne Uncut Unique Hindu Lund par lagāyā.
Uské båd Durgesh Jījū ne dobaara apnā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot par lagāyā aur ek jhatka diyā.
Supāđā ander gaya hi tha ki main chillaane lagī,
“Uuuuuuiiiiiii maaaiinnnnn maaaa maaarr gaaaiiiī niiikaaaloo iseee. mainn marr jaaongiii. Ammī, yyyyyyyy main marrr gaīii Durgesh Jījū, pleaseee Durgesh Jījū, nikaaloo isse.”
Durgesh Jījū ne turant dusra shot
lagāyā.
Ye shot itnā tez lagāyā ki Durgesh Jījū kaa aadhaa Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot
mein ghus gayaa.
Issé pahle ki méré munh se chīkħ nikalti, Durgesh Jījū ne apné Hindu honŧh méré honŧhon par rakh diyé aur mera munh band kar diyā, jisse meri
āvāz dab gaī.
Mérī aankhon se aansū aane lagé.
Mujhé bahut dard ho raha tha.
Mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot se kħoon bhi nikal raha thā.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne bhaŧŧī se nikla lal loha mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein ghuséđ diya ho.
Main bahut tađap rahi thi.
Main bhāgnā chāhtī thī, lékin Durgesh Jījū ne mujh par apnī Hindu pakađ itnī mazbūt banā rakhī thi ki main kuchh nahīn kar sakti thī, siwaaye aansū bahaane ke.
Mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot kī seal ŧooŧ chukī thi.
Qarīb 25 minute tak Durgesh Jījū bilkul shānt rahé.
Durgesh Jījū méré Pakistani Musalmān honŧhon par kiss karté rahé.
Méré Pakistani Musalmān boobs voh mutwātir dabaa rahé the.
Jab Durgesh Jījū ko laga ki main ab shānt pađ rahi hoon to unhone teesraa shot marne mein der nahīn ki.
Unhone aakhri shot itnī zor sé mārā ki unka
pūrā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ki gaharāī mein sama gayā.
Mujhé itnī zor se dard hua jisse kuchh seconds ke liyé to meri saans hi atak gaī thi.
Mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot se dobaara kħoon nikalnā shurū ho gayā.
Main pagalon ki taraħ tađap
rahi thi.
Phir bhi Durgesh Jījū ko koi farq nahīn pađ rahā thā.
Mérī aankhon se aansuon ki dhārāyén nikalne lagīn.
Durgesh Jījū apnā pūrā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund
ghusaane ke båd 20 minute tak ruke rahé.
Phir dhire-dhire mera dard kam hone laga aur main dhire-dhire shānt pađné lagī.
Durgesh Jījū ne apnā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund aage pīchhé karna shurū kiyā.
Durgesh Jījū jaise hi apnā Uncut Unique Hindu Lund thođā bahar nikal kar waapas andar karté, mujhé dard hota.
Lékin aise hi dhire-dhire mera dard taqreeban khatm ho gaya aur main mérī Pakistani Musalmān Gānđ thođā-thođā hilāné lagī.
Phir kya thā?
Durgesh Jījū ne apnī speed bađhāī aur mérī chudāī shurū kar dī.
Kuchh hi der main mujhé bhi maza aane lagā.
Ab main bhi unke har ek shot ka jawaab apnī Pakistani Musalmān Gānđ hilaa hilākar dene lagī.
Pūré kamré mein ab humārī chudāī ki aawāzen goonj rahī thīn.
Mujhé bahut maza aa raha thā.
Main Durgesh Jījū se bolne lagī,
“Aaaha Durgesh Jījū, aurrr zor seeee chodooo auurrr jzorr seee uuuummmmmmmm ah ah ah uuummmmmm uiiiiii maannnnn aaaaahhhhhhhhh aasssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Durgesh Jījū pūriī speed se chudāī kar rahé the.
Mujhé laga ki meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot se kuchh nikalne wala hai.
Main Durgesh Jījū se chipak gaī aur 5 second mein sust pad gaī.
Mérā paani nikal chukā thā.
Durgesh Jījū pichle 3 ghanŧon se meri chudāī kar rahé the.
Durgesh Jījū ki saansen ab tezj hone lagī thīn.
Shayad ab wo bhī jhadne waale the.
Lékin isse pahale ki main kuchh samajh paati, Durgesh Jījū ne apna sara Hindu paani meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot mein hi gira diyā, aur méré Ūpar hi gir gaye.
Unké Hindu paani se meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot garm ho gaī thi.
Durgesh Jījū méré oopar hī let gaye.
Hum donon aadhe ghante tak aise he léŧé rahé.
Phir main uŧhi aur bathroom mein jāné lagī.
Is teen ghanŧon kī mérī ghamāsān ghanghor chudāī ki wajah sé ab main ŧhīk se chal bhi nahīn paa rahi thi.
Mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot bahut dard kar rahi thi.
Kisī taraħ main bathroom pahunchi aur nahāné baiŧh gaī.
Nahāné ke båd méré jism mein kuchh tåqat aaī.
Main aise hī nange jism bedroom mein aa gaī.
Ab kyā pardah thā?
Ab kyā chhupā thā Durgesh Jījū sé mérā jo main chhupātī?
Wahān dekha to Durgesh Jījū abhi bhi bed par lete huye the.
Shayad voh bhi thak chuke the.
Wo halki nīnd mein the.
Maine kapđé pahne.
Mérī Pakistani Musalmān Choot sooj gaī thi jisse mujhé bahut dard ho rahā thā.
Durgesh Jījū ne aesī béraħmī sé chodā thā mujhé ki Allah kī panāh!
Maine paani piya aur wahīn zamin par baiŧh kar rone lagī.
Mérī rone ki aawaz sunkar Durgesh Jījū jāg gaye, méré paas aaye aur bole,
“Kyā hua Shagufthā Saiyad?”
Maine munh nīché kar rakha thā.
Durgesh Jījū nange the.
Unké Uncut Unique Hindu Lund par meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ka kħoon laga hua tha.
Maine unki bāt ka jawaab nahīn diya aur roti rahi.
Durgesh Jījū ne mera sar oopar kiya aur kahā,
“ Dékho, Shagufthā Saiyad, rone se kuchh nahīn hota. Jo hona thā, ho gaya.”
Main aur tez rone lagī.
Durgesh Jījū mujhé samjhane lagé,
“ Humaari badnaami nahīn hogī, jā. hum kisi ko batāyéngé hī nahīn, to kisi ko kaise pata chalega? Tum meri Sālī ho aur main tujhe love karta hoon.”
Durgesh Jījū ke baar-baar samjhāné sé main chup huī.
Phir Durgesh Jījū mujhé sahārā dékar hall mein le gaye, aur wahān sofe par biŧhā diyā.
Bed maine bahut der båd sāf kiyā.
Durgesh Jījū us vaqt nahā rahé thé.
Nahāné ke båd unhone kapđé pahne.
Main ŧhīk se Durgesh Jījū se nazrein bhi nahīn mila paa rahi thī.
Kaisī åjīb thī main bhī?
Aré bābā, Durgesh Jījū ne mujhé chodā thā.
Maine Durgesh Jījū ko nahīn chodā thā.
Phir main unse nigāhén kyon nahīn milā pā rahī thī?
Gunāh kā aħsās Durgesh Jījū ko honā chāhiyé thā, mujhé kyon?
Lékin nahīn, ijāzat to maine hī dī thī na unko.
Durgesh Jījū ne méré sāth koī jinah-bil-jabr thođé hī kiyā thā!
Durgesh Jījū ne mérī marzī sé mujhé chodā thā.
Durgesh Jījū ne mujhé ek mobile gift kiyā.
Us mobile ka ek video play kiya Durgesh Jījū ne.
Usmein Durgesh Jījū ne humaari poorī chudāī ka video record kiya hua tha.
Durgesh Jījū ne mujhé wo video dikhaya.
Usmein main chilla rahi thī, jise dekh kar meri hansī chhooŧ gaī.
Durgesh Jījū ne mujhse poochhā,
“Shagufthā Saiyad, do you love me?”
Maine sharmāté hue ‘haan’ mein sar hila diya aur Durgesh Jījū ke gale lag gaī.
Rāt ko humne khana khaya.
Uské båd Durgesh Jījū ne meri chudāī nahīn kī, mérī Pakistani Musalmān Gānđ mārī, kyonki meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot sūjī huī thī.
Maine meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ko garm kapđé se senka jisse meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ka dard kam hua aur mujhé khush karne ke liyé meri Pakistani Musalmān Gānđ bhī mārī.
Uské båd hum so gaye.
Main 10 dinon kī chhuŧŧiyān lékar Pakistan sé aaī thī.
6 mahīné ho chuké hain.
Abhī tak to Pakistan vāpas jāné kā mérā koī irādah door door tak nahīn hai.
Mujhé nahīn lagtā ki main ab Pakistan kabhī vāpas jā sakoongī.
Mujhé Durgesh Jījū sé chudvāné kī aesī lat lag chukī hai ab ki main Durgesh Jījū sé chudvāyé baghair jīné kā tasavvur tak nahīn kar saktī.
Sunā hai ki Ammījān mujhé apné sāth vāpas, Pakistan lé jāné, aané wālī hain.
Main sochtī hoon ki kyon na koī aesā chakkar chalāūn ki Ammījān bhi Durgesh Jījū sé chudvā lén.
Ho saktā hai, mujhé Pakistan vāpas lé jāné ké bajāýé Ammījān bhī yahīn ruk jāyén.
Abbū ko ab apné liyé koī naī Pakistani Musalmān bīvī dhoondh hī lénī chāhiyé, Ammījān kī jagah.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Ahal-Al Bayt-5
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 4 CommentsChapter 5
The surprising rest
The Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān feminine ass in my hands was absolutely perfect.
The hips flared prettily around perfectly-shaped tight globes.
The skin was milky white and unblemished save for the red blush where my hand had been massaging her.
She smiled when I massaged her there again, half-surprise in her voice, mixed with lustful excitement.
And then she moaned erotically as I thrust forward with my Uncut Hindu Lund, burrowing deeply into her clenching Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Åāýéshah, you are so fucking hot…” I groaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock pistoned in and out of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
I could stare at this sight all day.
“I know…” she answered confidently, then winked at me teasingly and moaned once again.
She was comfortably crouched doggy-style, her knees spread to the side for balance and her head resting against her folded arms on my bed.
This left that perfect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass up in the air, a wonderful receptacle for storing my Hindu meat.
Alas, her husband Muħammad did not care for her optimum.
I pushed my way in, then held my Hindu crotch against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān asscheeks and rotated around, carving the sensitive nerves inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
The sensations felt great to me, but it was a technique I had for delaying my own Hindu orgasm while stimulating a Sunni Musalmān girl as much as possible.
I was rewarded with extra whimpering coming out of Āyeshah Siddīqah‘s end of our coupling, and she managed to sneak one hand down to play with her own Sunni Musalmān Clit as she approached her climax.
“Oh, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum. Fuck me, Durgesh! Fuck me!” she cried urgently as she got up onto all fours, planting her palms against the bed and jerking her Sunni Musalmān body back against me with each push.
I ceased my Hindu rotations and gripped her hips in my hands, readying myself for the final stretch.
With metronomic precision, I thrust in and out of her rapidly, giving in to the wonderful feelings and bring about my own orgasm.
Åāýéshah beat me to it, grunting “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” before her hips suddenly twitched violently, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot muscles clamping down all at once.
She screamed as she came.
I was still a little bit away from my own climax, but felt the tension leave my shoulders as I was now free to cum.
I pounded into her backside all through Āyeshah Siddīqah‘s orgasm, until she unexpectedly slid out from under me, my Uncut Hindu Cock wet and bobbing in the air as she turned about.
I whimpered in momentary disappointment, so close to the release I craved.
But Āyeshah Siddīqah fisted my Uncut Hindu Lund and started pumping it as she clamped her Sunni Musalmān lips around the head and sucked furiously.
That was all it took as I grunted and then released, feeling my balls squeezing every ounce out of me as my Hindu pecker spurted jet after jet of hot Hindu Vīrý into the back of her Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Āyeshah Siddīqah drank down every Hindu drop of it, and then collapsed back across my bed while I sat on my heels, my thighs burning from their recent exertion.
Āyeshah Siddīqah’s naked Sunni Musalmān form was so gorgeous, splayed out haphazardly amidst my tangled sheets.
Her large, perky Sunni Musalmān tits pointed up into the air, full and round despite being on her back.
Her short, silky dark hair haloed around her head while she closed her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes and luxuriated in the aftermath of our coupling.
When she caught her breath, Āyeshah Siddīqah’s brilliant blue eyes opened back up and fixed on me, a sparkle in her light irises.
When she was aroused they turned almost violet, but as she began to calm down the deeper blue seeped back in.
“Sorry about that. I know it caught you off guard.”
“I’ll say. I was in a panic, thinking you were going to tease me all night.”
“No, not teasing. But I didn’t want your spunk leaking out of me.” She got up and started looking for her clothing.
“I take it that means you’re not staying tonight?”
“No, I’ve got an early morning shoot. Maxim Magazine! And the last time we did this I left a wet spot on the taxi seat because of you.”
“Yeah, no problem. And uh, I’ve got a photo shoot too… for um… Cosmo…”
Āyeshah Siddīqah grinned and muttered, “Yeah, right.”
She stretched for a Moment, bending her extremely smooth beautiful Sunni Musalmān body back and forth and twisting her arms behind her in some pretzel fashion that showed off her amazing flexibility and simultaneously thrust her naked bosom outwards.
Catching my stare, Āyeshah Siddīqah smirked for a Moment.
Then she got dressed quickly and then gave me a short peck on the lips. “I’ll call you.”
And then she was gone.
Āyeshah Siddīqah rarely stayed with me overnight.
We had a great sexual chemistry, but we both knew I was just her booty call.
I was like the old, comfortable blanket she could always snuggle up to.
Then again, the sex was fantastic and I had nothing to complain about.
Still, it would be nice for her to appreciate me a little more.
I lounged around my bed for another few minutes, then finally got up and went to take a shower before going to sleep.***
My hand rested on the nightstand, two inches from the alarm clock I’d just attempted to crush.
The morning noise of a busy Vijay Nagar Jabalpur morning wafted in through the walls while I tried to shut my eyes and ears against an invasive weekday.
‘BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!’
The hell.
Why was it still buzzing?
Then I noticed that the noise was coming from INSIDE my nightstand.
Bleary-eyed, I yanked open the drawer and found my cell phone, which was vibrating against the wood in silent mode.
I’d turned it down when Āyeshah Siddīqah had come over last night.
‘BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!’
After a few blinks, I managed to read the caller ID.
It was my Ammī Ħuzoor.
And it was 7 o’clock in the morning.
I didn’t want to pick it up at this early hour.
Still, she was my Ammī Ħuzoor, My of parents.
My Pitr’shrī was a Vedic Monotheist Hindu.
My Ammī Ħuzoor’d taught me to tie my shoelaces and helped me with my homework.
Ammī Ħuzoor generally took care of me my entire life.
The least I could do was answer the phone when she called me.
So I hit the TALK button and gingerly pressed the receiver to my head.
“Yeah…”
“Durgesh!” she exclaimed.
Well, it was a little more like ‘Durgesh’… my Ammī Ħuzoor ‘s accent wasn’t very good with sounds.
Then she blurted a harsh phrase in Arabic, telling me to wake up.
“I’m up, I’m up.”
“Durgesh, I have to tell you I’m sorry. I should have told you the truth a long time ago.”
That got my attention, and I could feel the last bindings of sleep breaking away as I sat up a little straighter in bed,
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m sorry. But you’re going to be hearing a lot of things in the next few days. But you should know it is the truth. I should have told you before. Durgesh, I love you.”
“I love you too, Ammī Ħuzoor. But what are you talking about?”
There was no answer, and I no longer heard the faint buzz of feedback from an open cell connection.
“Hello? Ammī Ħuzoor ?” I ventured. “Hello?”
Nothing. And then a Moment later came the triple tone of CALL ENDED.
I cursed out my cell phone carrier.
The phone vibrated a second later and I instantly hit the TALK button.
“Ammī Ħuzoor ?”
“No, it’s Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Oh Allah! I can’t believe it! Can you believe it?”
Between my Ammī Ħuzoor and Åāyeshah Siddīqah, this was really starting to frustrate me.
“Believe what? What the hell are you talking about?”
“You mean you haven’t heard? They just announced it on the morning news!”
“Heard WHAT?”
“Your father! He’s announced rest!”
She couldn’t have said what I thought she said…
“Who?”
“Oh for the sake of Allah.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah sounded annoyed at me now, “Turn on your TV. There are news crews right outside your apartment right now.”
I found the remote and hit the power button.
As the screen was flickering to life, my phone was buzzing at me again as I had another incoming call.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, it’s my Ammī Ħuzoor , I’ll call you back.”
“You’d better.”
I hit the button to switch calls to my Ammī Ħuzoor, and then my jaw hit the floor.
There really were news cameras outside my apartment.
The screen showed the front of my apartment building, two of the door attendants I recognized working hard to keep various media types away while various residents tried to sneak out and get on with their lives.
With typical Vijay Nagar self-centeredness, none of them even stopped to ask what was going on.
“Durgesh!”
“Yeah, Ammī Ħuzoor. I’m watching the news.”
I could almost HEAR her close her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes as she sighed,
“I should have told you.”
I was getting really annoyed.
This had gone on WAY too long.
SOMEBODY had to tell me what the hell was going on!
And as her words reverberated through my head, the answer scrolled across the screen.
Noted billionaire industrialist Vishvās Shakr Mānav announced rest almost a week ago.
I’d recognized the name as he’d been romantically linked to several Sunni Musalmān celebrities all over the world, over the years.
An married Hindu playboy for decades, he’d been very visible hobnobbing with the Hollywood Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān elite, building his fortune through some successful movie producing in addition to his profitable corporations.
But that’s not what had television news vans blocking traffic outside my apartment this morning.
Lawyers had opened up his will, and apparently kept everything under wraps for the past week.
But now a leak had hit the media that Mr. Vishvās Shakr Mānav has allotted his entire fortune, worth several billion dollars, to his eldest son, Durgesh, a young free lance writer in Jabalpur, India.
ME of course!
But why the announcement, damn it?
My Pitr’shrī is never incompetent physically.
Neither now, nor ever.
Yes, he’s 90.
But so what?
He appears to be 60 only at the most.
I’ve inherited the same genes from my father.
I too appear to be 31 only at my 61.
Then why the damn rest after all?
A famous guy taking unexpected rest would always be news.
But the fact that he’d left several BILLION dollars to a son made the story the headliner.
And then there were three photos on the screen.
To the left, 90-year old Vishvās Shakr Mānav, with his still black hair and equally black eyes. To the right, a pretty picture of my Ammī Ħuzoor from a few years ago. And in the middle, the official company photo of me acquired from my investment firm.
Now that they lined up all three of us, anyone could detect some physical resemblance. Same hairline, same cheekbones. I had my Ammī Ħuzoor’s eyes, although they were deep blue color opposite my father’s.
I’d gotten a great mix of both Asian and Arabian genes, and now everyone knew exactly where they’d come from.
“Durgesh!” my Ammī Ħuzoor was calling me through the phone.
I suddenly jerked out of my stupor and picked up the handset once again. “Tell me everything.”
***
My Ammī Ħuzoor was only 20 when she’d gotten pregnant with me. She’d come to Jabalpur from Makkah Mukarramah to visit her Kħālājān.
Vishvās Shakr Mānav was a brilliant kid from the wrong side of the tracks with a hard determination to succeed.
They’d met and soon began dating.
It was the first real love for both of them.
They were careful to use protection, but even the best protection isn’t 100% guaranteed.
They’d disagreed on what to do when my Ammī Ħuzoor got pregnant, and in the end, it drove them to marry each other.
My Ammī Ħuzoor gave birth to me and settled with her Hindu husband.
Pitr’shrī wanted to have no risk, for his baby, that would slow him down in his quest to make it big in business.
Eventually, my Ammī Ħuzoor got her degree.
She used her intelligence and personal drive to forge a successful career, despite the demands of a baby. And she taught me her hard work ethic as well.
But while she took her child and moved on with her life, Vishvās Shakr Mānav never forgot the son he had fathered. When he made it big, he told my Ammī Ħuzoor what he had secured for both of us.
The two of them agreed that I didn’t need to have it right away.
Too many children of the wealthy became spoiled brats, wasting money on parties and drugs.
I was only ten years old, and both my Ammī Ħuzoor and Pitr’shrī wanted to see me succeed on my own.
Realistically, I was still given a lot of advantages.
My Ammī Ħuzoor was successful in her own right and we were never poor.
I didn’t have to struggle to pay for college.
And so without knowing how much money I would have to fall back on, I graduated, got my Bār at law, and found my own high paid legal, sex therapy and freelance writing job.
I was 27 and could afford my own Vijay Nagar Jabalpur apartment.
Yes, we had to shift from Seoni.
Seoni hadn’t any High Court for my legal practice, and Jabalpur had.
I was debt-free and financially stable.
I’d enjoyed my social life, but I’d never shown an inclination for drugs or other excess.
I was a responsible young man, and I didn’t need my Pitr’shrī’s money, even though it was always available to me.
The conversation took over an hour.
And when I was done, I realized I was very late for work.
I promised my Ammī Ħuzoor I would call her later.
She seemed sad, but strong.
I called my assistant Hudā at work.
She’d seen the news and told me to stay home for a few days.
Let the media circus blow itself out once they got bored.
“Congratulations, Durgesh.”
“For what?” I asked her.
“Don’t try to act moderate. You’re worth several BILLION dollars right now.”
I’d spent the rest of Friday holed up inside my own apartment.
Various neighbors came by and tried to be sociable, mostly just looking to meet someone newly- famous.
Some of them I’d barely spoken to in the past, but now everyone were my friend.
It was a pretty Saturday morning, a great day to go out and enjoy the city, but I was still in my apartment.
And of all the curious neighbors who came to check me out, one of them caught my notice more than the rest.
She was very pretty young lady, and she had my attention from the Moment she stepped into the hallway.
I had been standing in my doorway, chatting up the neighbor who literally shared a wall with me.
He was an older gentleman who had ordered some Chinese delivery for me and steadfastly refused to let me repay him for it.
I couldn’t order myself without giving away my name and address, so he placed the call with his own credit card and building security had delivered it up to him.
He noticed my gaze had been averted and took the opportunity to escape before I could force some cash onto him.
And then the pretty Sunni Musalmān girl arrived.
Her light brown hair was tied back into a simple ponytail and she shyly kept her gaze downcast as she approached me.
She gave me a nervous smile while her hazel eyes perked up as she realized I was looking right at her.
“Hi…” I ventured, putting on my most charming grin.
“Hey…” she looked up at me and folded her arms over her chest.
This motion pressed her full cleavage together beneath a demure sweater, and I had to fight to keep my gaze on her face. “You’re Durgesh?”
“Yes.”
“Pleased to meet you Durgesh.” She held out her hand politely, which I grasped and shook gently.
“I’m Ħadīs Aslam.”
Her hand felt so small and so soft. “I assume you live in the building?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m on the fifth floor.”
“Oh, ok. So you just came up to see what all the fuss was about?”
Ħadīs Aslam blushed prettily.
“I was just curious. So is it true? Mr. Vishvās Shakr Mānav, your father, has announced rest transferring almost his entire Economic Empire to you?”
“It would appear so. At least my Ammī Ħuzoor also reassures me that he has.”
“I congratulate you for your gains.” Somehow, the way Ħadīs Aslam said it made me believe she was truly happy for me.
In fact, everything about this Sunni Musalmān girl screamed shy, genuine honesty, a rare thing to find in this town.
“That’s okay. I mean, thank you.” I said.
She uncrossed her arms and waved them off to the sides in a helpless shrug.
I was taken aback by the sudden seriousness of our conversation.
I looked at her watchfully.
She smiled at me.
“I guess my own situation is what made me want to come up here and meet you. I’m sure there are a hundred more people just like us in this building alone.” And then Ħadīs Aslam laughed.
I was startled by the sound.
Her laugh was rich and melodious.
I could listen to her laughing all day.
Now I definitely wasn’t a person who believed in love at first sight ever.
The romantic in me wanted to believe it but the Vijay Nagar-realist in me denounced it as fantasy.
But there was… something… about this Sunni Musalmān girl that struck me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah was gorgeous and stirred my loins from the Moment I saw her.
She was all slender curves and angular cheekbones and brilliant eyes.
But Ħadīs Aslam, while not surrendering much to Åāyeshah Siddīqah in the way of curves or physical attractiveness, just seemed so much more wholesome somehow.
“What’s so funny?” I ventured as Ħadīs Aslam was still giggling to herself while looking out at nowhere.
She giggled one more time before looking right at me.
“Well, I don’t suppose there’s many more single-parent kids who find out their dad just transferred to them a fortune!” She leaned against my doorpost with a healthy smile on her face, all traces of her early nervousness gone now.
“No, I suppose not.” I caught myself leaning in close to her, just casually slouched while standing up and yet so much closer to violating Ħadīs Aslam’s personal space.
Ħadīs Aslam looked at me, the two of us incredibly comfortable despite knowing each other for bare minutes. And just when I felt the urge to lean in and kiss her tender lips, Ħadīs Aslam blinked several times and then looked at her feet.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to your life. Sorry for bothering you.”
And then a second later we were both standing straight up and a couple of feet further apart.
The Moment, whatever it was, was now gone.
“Not at all,” I told her. “The silver lining is that I finally get to meet the people I’ve been living next to for years. You’re welcome to come back anytime.”
Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes lit up at the idea.
“Maybe. I’ll see you around. Goodbye, Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Bye.”
She turned around and headed back towards the elevator.
I could have stayed there forever watching her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hips swaying as she walked away.
There was a connection there and I wanted to find out more.
Part of me wanted to find out what was underneath that baggy sweater and stylish jeans.
But more of me wanted to know what was behind the fresh Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face and kind eyes.
And yet thirty seconds later, Ħadīs Aslam turned the corner and was gone.
So I retreated back into my doorway.
My food was getting cold.
After days of camping outside my apartment, the media eventually figured out I wasn’t going to make an immediate statement.
And with nothing to report for hour after hour, the buzz quickly died down and everyone sort of moved on.
So today, I turned my cell phone back on and decided to venture out.
The first thing I wanted to do was get a serious meal without having to eat it at home.
But just as I was leaving the building, my cell rang.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah was livid.
“Durgesh darling, Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! You promised you’d call me!”
“Sorry! I had to turn my phone off. Somehow every news network got my cell phone number.”
“Still…” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was not the kind of Sunni Musalmān girl who was used to waiting.
She’d been a gorgeous woman when I met her.
My exotic Hindu looks had gotten her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān attention.
Well, it had held her attention for ever, till now at least.
She placed even her husband, Muħammad, now secondary for ever, me being the first.
I didn’t know how did it happen, but it was almost always there.
Almost every Musalmān Beauty, if she was married, placed even her Musalmān husband, secondary for ever, me being the first.
They hesitated to leave their Musalmān husband for me, but they never hesitated to put them secondary after me, me being the first.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah and I never stopped fucking once we started it.
She was a beautiful fashion model/actress who’d guest starred on a couple of primetime dramas.
I was her most reliable friend now with no strings attached.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a crazy couple of days.”
“One would think you’d find a way to get in touch with your Sunni Musalmān girlfriend,” she whined.
“Sunni Musalmān girlfriend?” I snorted. “You’ve never been my Sunni Musalmān girlfriend.”
“Hey, that’s no way to think of the last Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman you slept with.”
“And how do YOU know you were the last woman I slept with?” I replied teasingly. “I’ve been a popular guy ever since the story broke.”
“What the-? Well of course I’m-. Hey! That’s not funny!” she finally exclaimed when I began chuckling.
“Come on, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I’ve ever been YOUR boyfriend. Though I thought, I’m your booty call. And I’m very happy to be even your booty call. Yes, I know, you’ve never had another boyfriend, except me, since we’ve known each other.”
” You’re the only special to me, Durgesh. We’ve been fucking for four years straight now. That’s gotta count for something. We could be so much more.”
It suddenly dawned on me what was causing her sudden change of heart.
“And I’m sure the reports of my bank account have nothing to bring to a new relationship.”
Now I could actually hear Åāyeshah Siddīqah blush on the other end of the line.
“Well, even before that I always knew we could end up together.”
“I would have liked it,” I told her honestly. But I’d also known she was too flighty to ever hold down for very long.
“Besides, think of how much more exposure and free press I could get if I were the Sunni Musalmān girlfriend of Durgesh, one of the richest men in India. At least go out with me a few times in public. It would be absolutely killer for my career.”
“No, Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll convince you later. But will you at least meet me for lunch?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Lunch was a quiet hole in the wall, not an easy thing to find in a busy place like Vijay Nagar Jabalpur.
The owners knew Åāyeshah Siddīqah and me.
I felt safe there.
Various regulars offered their congratulations over my gains I never knew while simultaneously joking about how I was going to spend all that money.
In a quiet corner of the Café, I was surprised that Åāyeshah Siddīqah didn’t immediately launch into her perfect reasoning for why we should become boyfriend/Sunni Musalmān girlfriend, at least for a little while.
Instead, Åāyeshah Siddīqah settled in to just enjoy some time with me.
I managed to begin a heartfelt talk about what was going through my mind.
Even after two days of nothing but thinking about the situation, I still had no clue how to move on with my life.
And ulterior motives or not, Åāyeshah Siddīqah could be a good listener when she wanted to be.***
I called happily.
“Kħadījah Muħammad! I’m home. It’s so good finally to be home. I had to stay an extra six weeks to work on my new novel. Everyone else left the beginning of June. Kħadījah Muħammad, Where are you?”
“I’m in the kitchen, Durgesh, Sweetie.”
“We passed a bunch of PETA demonstrations,” said I talking as I walked through the big house.
It was nothing new for me however.
Unlike others, I almost always saw so many naked Musalmān Beauties in my life.
Almost every city I drove through, there was someone protesting cruelty to animals while naked.
I didn’t see any signs, though, just people hanging around the parks naked.”
“Honey, that wasn’t PETA demonstrations. That was just people celebrating National Nude Day.”
“What Kħadījah Muħammad? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said—”
I walked in the kitchen with my best friend Åāyeshah Siddīqah while talking and laughing.
Due to continuous congratulations from my everultimate intimate Musalmān Beauties, we hadn’t seen one another since the day Pitr’shrī announced his surprise rest.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Kħadījah Muħammad was standing at the sink with her back to us rinsing vegetables for supper.
She was naked.
My friend and I stared at her extremely beautiful naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
“Kħadījah Muħammad!”
“What?”
She turned around wiping her wet hands on a dishtowel and further revealed all of her otherwise hidden Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān charms to me and my friend.
“Kħadījah Muħammad!”
It was all I could say.
I stared at Kħadījah Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān naked body.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah looked at me and raised her hand over my eyes.
But I lowered her hand with my hand and stood gawking.
“Oh, for Allah’s sakes, it’s just a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female body you’re enjoying for so many years now. We all have one. In the way that you are both leering at me, you act like you’ve never seen a naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman before?”
“You’re not a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman only,” I said. “You’re my Outqueen too. Put something on, yaar!” I said without removing my stare from her tits and trimmed tremendously stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy. “This is really enticing, but—” I said still gawking at her naked body.
“Well, I see you aren’t too embarrassed to stop yourself from staring at my tits and tremendously stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.” She twirled around. “What do you think? Not bad for an old broad?”
“You’re hot, Kħadījah Muħammad. I’d do you.” said I quickly receiving a kick to the shin from Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“Thank you, Durgesh. I’d do you, too, if it wasn’t for my pain-in-the-ass uptight darling,” Kħadījah Muħammad said giving me a wink.
“Kħadījah Muħammad! Where else am I supposed to look? It’s enticing to see you without your clothes.”
She did have an extremely beautiful body for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman in her sixties.
With only a bit of a muffin top around her middle, her B cup breasts hardly sagged at all and I couldn’t help but notice her trimmed enormously eye-catching Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I didn’t know where to stare, at her tits or at her tremendously stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
And it was when I was enjoying her almost always as much as I loved to.
When I felt the blood rushing to my Uncut everstanding Hindu Cock and swelling it, smiling that my naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen was turning me on, I tried maintaining eye contact with her while Åāyeshah Siddīqah still gawked at her.
I looked down at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
She punched e in my shoulder.
“Ow, what was that for?”
“For getting a boner over your Kħadījah Muħammad, when I’m asking from you for me already,” she whispered.
I imagined making love to her.
I imagined her giving me a loving, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueenly blowjob.
“Give your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen a hug. I haven’t seen you almost in nearly a year.”
I stood frozen while she walked to me and wrapped her arms around me.
When she tried giving me a peck on the lips, I smiled and she kissed me passionately.
“Are you too old to receive a kiss from your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen? Can’t you give me a kiss?”
“Why not when my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen is hugging me naked. Gees, Kħadījah Muħammad, how can you do this? I don’t know where to touch you without touching stuff.”
Wanting to touch her everywhere, I couldn’t decide where to put my hands.
I could feel my Uncut everstanding Hindu Cock stiffening while being pressed against my naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen’s belly.
I wondered if she felt it, too.
He was so excited.
“Oh, just wrap your arms around my back and hug me, you big goof. Squeeze me tight. Hold me. Give your old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen a Hindu manly hug. I missed my man who has suddenly grown up to be a MB, a Multi Billionaire.” She looked down at my Hindu bulge. “Sorry, did I just give you that erection?”
“Kħadījah Muħammad! Really.”
Hug her? I wanted to do more than that.
I wanted to hump her right now.
I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn’t do anything.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah was there.
She wanted me to fuck her first.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
99. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
100. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
101. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
102. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
103.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
39. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
40. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
47. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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More on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. ‘According to facts’: ‘Yaathaatathyatah’
2. According to Hinduism: We must be polite, not coward
3. Aheism can’t win Hinduism/Ved
4. Casteism is NOT an intgral part of Hinduism:’Samaanee prapaa sah vonnabhaagah’ ”Same drinking same share of food.’
5. Hinduism builds its society on SUKR’TS/Noble doers:’Imaam naareem Sukr’te dadhaat’
6. Hinduism is PRINCIPLES BASED , not PERSON BASED
7. One should not wish to die: Ved hates death
8. RELIGIOUS DEMOCRACY in Hinduism: Ekam sadvipra bahudhaa vadanti
9. Sanyas is not the goal of Hinduism
Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–7
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: ACP Vikrānt Pratāp, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Rājesh Rājpoot, Sidrah Aħmad 2 CommentsDurgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind
Chapter 7
It’s been years since my husband and I separated. Though there is no chance of us getting back together, we haven’t filed for divorce yet.
During these years, I’ve been no saint.
I was no saint ever.
My husband is right.
I love sex adventure with Hindus.
Not in singular, Plural.
At least three, in my three Sunni Musalmān holes, simultaneously.
I love it very much.
My priorities were Durgesh, Rājesh Rājpoot, and ACP Vikrānt Pratāp.
Sidrah Aħmad and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were my best friends.
“Ħumairah Qāzī has settled with her son Durgesh now.” I smiled to Sidrah Aħmad, when do you, Sidrah?”
“Never.” Sidrah Aħmad said contemptuously, “I have enough money and enough youth left in me still. I don’t need Durgesh even.”
I laughed.
“Why did you laugh, Āmnah?” her eyebrows implied her strong disapproval, “You think I need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis still now?”
“Every one of us needs.” I smiled, “Once with Durgesh, all else is trash.”
“Nonsense!”
“He has incredible sex prowess. He is alone more than all the rest of mankind combined.”
Sidrah Aħmad laughed ironically,
“When are you, yourself, settling with Durgesh?”
I’ve had a couple of short-term relationships with couple of Hindus and quite a few onetime hook ups.
I fell in love with the first Hindu I was with, after the separation.
I haven’t been able to get him out of my heart still.
So any Hindu I’ve been with since, just doesn’t do it for me emotionally.
Don’t get me wrong.
I’ve had good sex with the Hindus, but no connection otherwise.
Sorry.
Only sex with Hindus, nothing else.
I’m an ardent Muslimah, and I can’t allow any Hindu, to fuck my Īmān, damn it.
My everhottest eversexy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body needs savage Hindu sex kicks.
In all my ravenous three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān holes .
That’s all.
I refuse to be slave of Hindus even, for it.
Hindus, my darlings, my husbands, Come to me, fuck me, enjoy me, but please, please, never try to possess or command me.
I believed in Sidrah Aħmad’s life style more, than in that Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī has surrendered to now.
Yet, I was so tired of trying to find the Hindu who will make me forget that first Hindu, that I’ve sworn off men for the time being.
He was Vishvās Shakr Mānav, Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī, after all.
At the end of my forties and with a houseful of young kids, I was not getting many offers, from Hindus I mean, as I can never even think of any Musalmān having sex with, other than for quick, no strings fun.
I’ve been focusing on my kids and trying to keep a roof over our heads.
As my twenty year old son, Durgesh still lives at home and has been like the man of the house the last couple of years.
He hasn’t found a job yet, but earns his keep by helping me with my jobs or baby sitting while I work.
He’s a very very good looking guy, about six inches taller than me and long straight hair.
Since I grew up in the seventies, I like a guy with long hair, I’m also attracted to guys without moustaches and beards.
Durgesh also was clean shaved always.
It’s been months now since I’ve been with anyone and when you happen to have a high sex drive it can be hell.
I’ve been taking care of myself while browsing porn sights, but it just doesn’t compare to full one-on-one, hot and heavy sex with a Hindu.
I know I swore off guys but something that has happened several times over the past week has me worried.
I’ve found myself looking at Durgesh in a way an Ammī should never look at her son.
Allah, am I myself surrendering to incest now?
First, Hindus!
And now incest?
Allah, NOoooooo!
Never!
Not Durgesh!
Yes, Durgesh is my top priority in my imaginations, but only in my imaginations!
Durgesh is my fantasy, but never anything more!
Maybe if I can find a one time hook up to release the tension building up inside me, I won’t do something I know is morally wrong.
It’s now ten PM, all the kids were in bed but the oldest.
I’ve been online now for hours and none of my possible hook ups were available tonight.
Allah!
Are Hindus losing interest in fucking me?
No!
It can’t be ever!
They have fucked me entire my life.
Now, they can’t leave me alone!
I am the same Āmnah Muħammad, the Hindus always loved to fuck, all in my three Sunni Musalmān love holes.
They have always tried to top my Ever Good List.
Sidrah Aħmad and I always competed to get best of the Hindus available to us.
Yes, Sidrah Aħmad always defeated me succeeding to get even Durgesh for her.
But it was because her Bhābhījān, Āmnah Ħabīb, helped her.
Āmnah Ħabīb’s second choice, Ajay Pratāp, helped her.
I was horny as hell and getting even more frustrated.
I mixed myself a strong drink that wasn’t helping, so I decided to go downstairs to mix another.
Durgesh was where he usually was, in front of the TV.
I walked past him to the kitchen and started mixing my drink.
My mind started fantasizing about Durgesh.
What it would feel if I were in his arms!
Why I can’t be one more Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, damn it?
Why I can’t be one more Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad?
Why can’t I be?
Why can’t I be?
Today, it’s almost a fashion for mature Musalmān women of prominence, to have a younger Hindu boy for sex!
They help poor Hindu boys for it, ab initio.
Being immensely grateful to them, the poor Hindu boys call them Ammījān.
And the Ammījāns seduce their Hindu sons when they come to eligible age.
How?
They are not their real son from any Hindu whosoever!
Yes, the jealous Musalmeen spread such rumors about them.
But I know, of my own knowledge, that the rumors are ill intended.
Always, at least almost always ill intended.
Should I too follow the same path?
The second option is—
Follow Sidrah Aħmad.
Can I do it?
I know Sidrah Aħmad very well.
She maintains to write her daily diary on her personal laptop.
She is so proud of her activities that she gives access to her personal diary to her extremely close friends too.
I remember she has written:
‘I love my Abbū’s frustrations and helplessness.
He wants to control me.
Me?
Poor Abbū.
He doesn’t understand what his daughter understands even in this early age of hers.
His daughter is a Mastermind nympho maniac.
She enjoys the variety of Uncut Hindu Penies into her ever ravenous Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
You can’t stop her.
Durgesh can’t stop her.
Even Sidrah Aħmad can’t stop herself.
Poor Abbū has written in his diary:
It was Friday, Jumā, time around 11.00 of forenoon.
I left office for an official visit and passed through house lane.
My sixth sense told me to make a round of house.
It was to be locked.
Last evening my wife left for her native to attend her ailing Ammījān with our younger daughter.
She was scheduled to return after about 15 days.
I stayed back with my elder daughter Sidrah Aħmad who has just entered high school and did not want to miss her classes.
She was to return at about 3.30 in afternoon.
Besides, there was our young servant of around 18 year of age, Rām Shankar to take care of the daughter, father, we two.
He was expected to stay around our house.
But I got alarmed the moment I saw outside door of house unlocked.
I thought that Sidrah Aħmad had forgotten to lock the door or might have permitted servant to stay in.
I silently pushed open the door.
I could not hear any sound.
I moved towards our room and then I heard clear voice of a girl,
“Ohhhh, Rām Shankar, kyā kar rahé ho?” Rām Shankar , what are you doing, Rām Shankar?”
It was my daughter’s voice.
I moved ahead and heard clearly, ohhh, Sidrah Aħmad…ab bardāsht nahīn hotā….aaj pūrā pyār karné doo..”
Ab bardāsht nahīn hotā….aaj pūrā pyār karné doo?
Now I can’t control, let me love you fully?
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!
Is my daughter in love with my servant?
It was servant’s voice.
It was clear that both my daughter and servant were busy in fondling.
Then I heard,
“Aréy, to mainé manā kab kiyā hai? Aaj to pūrā din hamāré paas hai. Jo karnā hai, karo.
I never stopped you. Full day is with us. Do whatever you want to do.
My daughter had permitted my servant to fuck her whole day.
Allah!
For how many days/ months/ years, Sidrah Aħmad and Rām Shankar are fucking?
Foolish girl!
Why doesn’t she fuck Durgesh only?
Haven’t I allowed Sidrah Aħmad to fuck Durgesh as much as she wants to?
The horny little bitch had tried to fuck even me.
She has already fucked my so many Hindu friends.
They laugh at me in whispers.
Even aloud when I’m not present.
And why not?
They fuck my nudist daughter Sidrah Aħmad to their hearts content.
I had to allow my Hindu friends even to fuck my wives, all my four wives, to keep their mouth shut.
Even then, this horny Sunni Musalmān girl of mine, is not learning,
“So what Abbū?” Sidrah Aħmad argued with me, “Why can’t your Hindu friends fuck my Ammīs, while you can’t fuck them too?”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” I shouted on top of my lungs, “Who says I can’t fuck my wives even? I have four of them, idiot!”
“When you can’t fuck even your daughters—“
“Allah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!” I snatched my hair in helplessness, “No sane man can fuck his own daughters ever, understand?
Sidrah Aħmad retorted,
“Well, they are not sane.”
“What?”
“Can you allow someone to fuck your daughter?”
“Well, haven’t I allowed Durgesh to fuck you?”
“Are you insane?”
“It’s better to let Durgesh fuck you, than to let you fuck the entire Hindus.” I said curtly.
“Why are you so communal, Abbū?”
“I am not communal in the least. I’ve allowed Durgesh to fuck you. Haven’t I? Is Durgesh not a Hindu?”
“No!”
“What?” I was startled.
“Durgesh is not a Hindu.” Sidrah Aħmad informed her Abbū calmly, “Durgesh is Imām Mahdi in disguise.”
“That’s only what you horny Musalmān Beauties fantasize about Durgesh.” Dr. Aħmad Muħammad said scornfully, “Durgesh himself denies it.”
“Abbū darling—“
“Never darling me, idiot.”
“Do you really think I’m an idiot, Abbū?”
“Your brain is sharp only when you want to fuck some Hindu.”
Sidrah Aħmad smiled mischievously,
“I’d tried to fuck you too. Are you a Hindu, Abbū? It maybe that my real grandfather is a Hindu, but—“
“Shut up, you filthy girl. How dare you?”
Sidrah Aħmad smiled tranquilly and assertively,
“I have a video. Durgesh fucks my Grand Ammī in it, in all the positions of Kāmsūtr.”
“You claim it always. I say—“
“I inherit my nympho maniac attributes from my Grand Ammī, Ammī, and Buā Ħuzoors.”
“Stop it, you filthy bitch!”
“I never say anything that I can’t prove.” Sidrah Aħmad smiled urbanely, “Want to watch their porn videos with Durgesh and some other prominent Porn Star Hindus.”
“Nonsense!”
“I propose you to show all of them, now and here.”Sidrah Aħmad kept smiling placidly, “My Grand Ammī, Ammīs, Buā Ħuzoors, Kħālājāns, watch all of them, how successful Porn Stars they can be.”
“Stop, I say.”
I remembered what Abbū had written:
‘I moved nearer and then I saw through window.
My daughter Sidrah Aħmad and my servant Rām Shankar, both were standing in middle of room, near our bed.
The boy was caressing her Sunni Musalmān breast and Sidrah Aħmad was kissing Rām Shankar.
I never knew that my daughter is so sexy to have sex with even a young Hindu servant.
Sidrah Aħmad herself was a kid.
Her Sunni Musalmān body never attracted my gaze.
I felt like rushing in and slap both.
But something stopped me.
I wanted to see my daughter nude. I wanted to see whether she goes to the extent or I’m angry to her in vain.
There was one reason more.
Allah!
How ashamed of me now to realize it.
Except my wives, I did not see ever any virgin after our marriage.
I waited.
Sidrah Aħmad pushed Rām Shankar a bit and I saw Rām Shankar pressing Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Musalmān breasts with his both hands.
“Tumné inhén, mérī choochiyon ko, chhah mahīné mein dabā-dabaa kar kitnī bađī kar diyā hai, Rām Shankar, Mérī Jān!” Sidrah Aħmad said.
‘You have made these so big by fondling them for last six months!’
Means, they were having sexual relation for over six months.
I cursed myself that servant was fucking my daughter under my nose and I did not know anything.
But I felt very happy when servant replied ,
“Lékin tumné kabhee apnā ye maal (cunt) nahin dikhāyā.”
‘But you’ve never shown your cunt to me. “Rām Shankar caressed Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt over the skirt and again said ,
“aaj is choot kaa bhee mazaa lūngaa.”
‘Today I will take enjoyment of your Sunni Musalmān Cunt as well.” Telling this Rām Shankar unzipped her skirt and it fell down on her legs.
Thanks, Sidrah Aħmad had a white panty.
Rām Shankar kept caressing and pinching her Sunni Musalmān Cunt over panty….
“Tumko maalum hai kya karnaa hai?”
‘Do you know what you have to do?’
Sidrah Aħmad asked whether Rām Shankar knows about fucking he is supposed to do…”
“Aur kyaa….mujhe målūm hai…aaj apnaa lund teri is pyari choot ke amndar daal kar khub chodūngaa.”
‘yes , I know. Today I will push my Uncut Hindu Cock into your Sunni Musalmān Cunt and I will fuck you thoroughly.” Rām Shankar said and without any hesitation he pulled off all buttons of Sidrah Aħmad’s blouse.
He pulled it off her body.
Sidrah Aħmad had a white slip on her chest.
She lifted it by holding bottom and pulled it off through her head.
Now my daughter, Sidrah Aħmad was topless.
Seeing her big, tight round Sunni Musalmān breasts even my cut Cock jumped under trouser.
Even I could not stop my hand rubbing it.
A dirty wish raised its head suddenly in my mind,
‘Alas, Durgesh fucks her, but I can’t.’
I’m ashamed of it now very much.
Yet, my daughter Sidrah Aħmad was really a Sunni Musalmān Sex Goddess.
I remembered what my daughter had written in her personal diary:
‘Hi, I’m Sidrah Aħmad.
I’ve come to realize at the grand old age of twenty years and eleven months that I’m a sexual oddity.
There’s rarely a minute that goes by in any waking hour that I don’t think of sex, yet I don’t yearn to do it.
I can’t go without sex with a Hindu ever.
And, like what some of my more active friends at stage school, say, I do too get warts and pimples after a time without sex.
In fact, I even get that frustrated if I go sometime without it.
Maybe part of my oddness is that I enjoy Hindu mental sex.
I can sometimes be shagged six or seven times a day up there, but be celibate down below.
I also prefer older Hindu men.
Not because of their paunches or baldness, but because of their experience.
A slow lazy fuck based upon years of knowledge always beats a quick urgent one where we’re learning together, or, mega times worse, where I’m the teacher!
I have no inhibitions about sex except one.
I want Hindu men only, none else.
Why?
Well, they are the sexiest men on the earth.
They die to fuck us Musalmān Beauties, secondly.
Thirdly, the idiots are fanatic to enjoy what’s hidden under the burkās.
I’m an inexperienced, incredibly open-minded sexual adventurer, who doesn’t do it much but when she does she prefers it with older Hindu men.
Now is that odd or what?
Sweet smelling candles, luxurious, silk sheets preferably on a four poster bed, wine or champagne, vases overflowing with roses and me in the finest, sheerest, laciest, sexiest nightdress imaginable.
With me, a handsome, tall twenty something Hindu man with the consideration of a Sidrah Aħmadaritan, the tenderness of a nurse, the experience of an octogenarian and an Uncut Hindu Cock like a strong bull.
That was how I imagined being deflowered.
Loving, caring, considerately and so absolutely romantically it would make Mills and Boon, yes both of them, cry with envy.
An Audi TT isn’t the ideal car to get laid in at any time.
It may look funky, corner like a train and go like shit but as a fuckwagon, forget it.
There’s no proper back seat and the tunnel running down the middle with the gear lever sticking out makes acrobatics essential for all those brave enough to try.
So, in the back, half-standing, half-kneeling bent over the pushed forward front seats I gave up my Sunni Musalmān virginity.
Maybe it was inelegant, unladylike, undignified and uncomfortable, but for me it was also fabulously exciting and pleasurable.
I’m the only person I know who thinks they had an orgasm when their cherry popped; possibly that accounts for my sexual oddness.
On the other hand, of course, it may have been pins and needles or a bout of cramp, but as the somewhat nerdy kid from down the street shoved his thing in me, squeezed my tit, my left one actually, and humped away for a few seconds I believe I climaxed.
Oh yes that’s another part of my oddity.
I adore intelligence, hence the nerd.
A really smart remark, an incisive comment, a statement about a little known fact or an analysis of a complicated issue can, literally, have me creaming myself.
And if someone tells me something that’s wonderfully intellectually challenging I can almost feel my knickers sliding downwards before the end of the sentence, well let’s say paragraph, after all I’m not that easy!
I could hardly believe when I got home and Ammījān said.
“Had a nice evening dear?” that she couldn’t see that I’d changed.
Surely, she’d notice I was no longer a kid. Surely, she can see I was now a woman.
But no, all she said was,
“You’d better get off to bed Sidrah Aħmadrrrrrrrrrr,”
She always emphasized the ending a of my name as a long arrrr, like the sound you make when a doctor looks down your throat.
That’s why, to all but her and Abbū Dr. Aħmad Muħammad, when he’s trying to get in her good books or wants shag, I’m now Sidrah Aħmad.
I like my full name.
I’m never ashamed of it.
I love my full name.
It gives me a confidence of being grown up.
It was Sidrah Aħmad, now, with Abbū Dr. Aħmad Muħammad too, the next morning.
Not a spark of interest in his new daughter.
No reference to my new Sunni Musalmān womanly look!
Well, I guess that was diluted somewhat by the cream and red striped summer blazer we wore at my ultra posh private school.
I forgave him for not welcoming me to the grown up world of people that fucked, for I was also wearing the blue gingham, pleated skirt, white blouse and tie of a schoolgirl.
I desperately wanted to tell someone, anyone almost, so the lollipop lady was extremely lucky, I didn’t whisper, as she showed us a cross the road by the school gates.
“I got laid last night by a Hindu, I’m now a grown up, complete, Sunni Musalmān woman.”
I mulled over whom I could tell.
But I couldn’t think of whom I wanted to tell.
I wanted loads of Sunni Musalmān girls and some Hindu boys to know that I was now in play, up for it, fully experienced and ready for anything.
But to tell them it, was that prick Shankar Pralayankar and that he’d had me in the back of his Ammījān’s car, an uncool Audi TT with no back seat at that, just wasn’t on.
I decided to be enigmatic about it, although I wasn’t quite sure what that was, but it sounded good.
So I wandered around for the next few days with an enigmatic smile on my face and an enigmatic look in my eye.
“Are you ok Sidrah Aħmadrrrrrrrrrrr?” Ammījān, Nādirah Aħmad Muħammad, asked after a day or so, “you sure you’re not sickening for something?”
So much for me being enigmatic.
I had sex with Shankar Pralayankar a couple more times; more as a reward really for services rendered rather than as a strong need on my part, but I could see it was going absolutely nowhere.
Not that I wanted it go any special place, for, after all, there is a limit to how much raw intelligence compensates for looks; and being able to decline Latin verbs as you deflower a Sunni Musalmān maiden doesn’t really compensate for acne!
In any case, I’d got what I wanted and needed.
I was a Sunni Musalmān woman now.
NOT a Sunni Musalmān kid anymore.
I’m proud of my being a Sunni Musalmān.
I hate Shiåās at my heart very much.
I don’t know why.
Perhaps it’s in my Sunni Musalmān blood.
Perhaps it’s in my Sunni Musalmān genes.
Perhaps it was in the environment and in the teachings of my ardent Sunni Musalmān parents.
Many of us Sunni Musalmeen don’t agree with the Shiåās that they are Musalmeen too.
I was experienced; after all, I’d been fucked six or seven time now by Shankar Pralayankar, of course.
My everfirst lover.
I’m proud of the fact that he is a Hindu too.
The mystique had gone.
I could have sex whenever and with whoever I wanted.
I think that may well have been the first time I realized just what a sexual oddity I was.
For now I’d done it, I did have a desperate urge to keep doing it.’***
It’s certainly not good for a supposedly happily married Sunni Musalmān woman, to fall in love.
That’s what happened to me, as I fell in love with a man, Durgesh, much younger to me.
And, to make matter worse, the man with whom I fell in love was none other than my own young Hindu Son, Durgesh.
After remaining faithful to my husband for nearly twenty years, one fine day I found that I was interested in my own teenage young Hindu Son, Durgesh.
My feeling towards my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, had nothing to do with a motherly love; an Ammījān has for her young Hindu Son.
In contrast, I desperately wanted him between my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, thrusting his rigid Hindu love tool into my willing receptacle, driving me wild with joy and ecstasy.
I badly wanted to feel his naked Hindu body lying top to me, his strong Hindu hands caressing my plump Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, his fingers pinching my tits and exploring my sex.
When these thoughts started haunting me; in the beginning, I was deeply ashamed of myself.
I was terribly shocked how I could think about having sex with my own young Hindu Son, Durgesh, probably, the worst kind of sin.
I spent numerous nights crying with shame, cursing myself.
I started Panjvaqtā Namāz regularly, I was not so careful about some times, now without fail, and prayed to Allah Subħān wa tålā to help me to overcome my immoral thoughts.
Time and again, I resolved to abolish my lewd Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thoughts for my Hindu son.
Yes, I knew Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad were already having such sexual relations with Durgesh, entirely unashamed of them.
To recompense any guilt due to it whatsoever, they have become now more ardent Sunni Musalmān women, than even the rest of them.
Panjvaqtā Namāz is their utmost important activity now.
Now, they could leave to take food even, but never left, their Panjvaqtā Namāz at any cost whatsoever.
They performed tilāvat-e-Qur’an-o-aħādīs now more than ever.
Every now and then, now they were on rozā.
Zakāt was now utmost necessary for them to give to various Islamic foundations and institutions.
They have donated a large amount to Anti terrorist squad too, announcing that terrorism is quite against Islam , and fighting against terrorism is Jihad itself, Al Jihad fil Islam , fī sabīlillāh.
Surprisingly, this new strategy was working successfully too.
They are now so popular in Ummat-e-Muslimah and even in Mullahs and Maulavīs too, that they could themselves not believe their new grand success.
It was utmost surprising that none was talking of their incestuous relations with Durgesh now, though their opponents were doing their utmost efforts to advertise it day and night.
Both Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad had come closer forever now.
They were enjoying grand successful live in relationship with Durgesh now, with more respect in Ummat-e-Muslimah and in Mullahs and Maulavīs too.
I too started to follow Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad to get rid of my incestuous thoughts.
However, the incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every brief stint of remorse, the fantasies came back more strongly, overwhelming even my toughest resolve.
I was well aware of the risks; my thoughts could bring on my family and myself in particular.
Living in a traditionally orthodox South Asian country, I knew very well what could happen if my feeling towards my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, become public.
My married life would be ruined permanently, and I would be a pariah for rest of my life.
Nonetheless, I could not do away with my incestuous thoughts about my young Hindu Son, Durgesh.
The sense of shame and guilt diminished over a period of time and finally, I succumbed to the temptation.
I gave up my resistance and started enjoying my lewd Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thoughts about my young Hindu Son, Durgesh.
I convinced myself that I was only fantasizing, not actually doing anything with my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to harm anyone.
Little did I know that it was a stepping-stone toward my full-fledged sexual relationship with my young Hindu Son, Durgesh.
I started with fantasizing about my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, while masturbating.
To my surprise; I found that I was drawing immense pleasure out of it; I relished the terrific orgasms, every time it induced into my extremely beautiful, still athletic, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
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6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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Chapter 5
Our home was a plain little farming house atop a hill that overlooked all of our fields. Sure, it might sound majestic, but then I would say to you that you know nothing about farming.
This was the winter of my eighteenth year, and it was just my Hindu father, Durgesh, and I left to tend the farm.
my mother had gone to see her father as he was suffering from cancer.
Durgesh Dad and I continued as the best we could.
We did, with him working the fields, and me taking care of the house and chores.
But there still just weren’t enough hours in the day to do everything that needed to be done, and that included repairing those annoying little cracks in the walls that were now letting this biting wind to blow right through the house.
“Fātimah,” my Hindu father, Durgesh, called out, “I’m going to grab the last of the firewood.”
“Okay, Durgesh Dad. Be careful,” I replied as I took a roast out of the oven.
I called him Durgesh Dad knowingly, deliberately.
I wanted him to differentiate from my own real Abbu ever.
I refused to forget my real Abbu ever.
Allah, how much he loves me even now!
My parents had had me late in life.
Even my Durgesh Dad was now 61-years-old, and though he was as strong as an ox, I still worried about him.
He needed sex 24×7.
Moreover, he needed it with extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān women only.
The other women could not meet his extreme sexual prowess.
They bled even while Durgesh Papa Jī fucked them.
We were running low on firewood, and it was going to be a cold night without anything in the wood burner.
I had pulled out all of the blankets and flannels I could find, but it still wasn’t going to take off that ‘bone chill’ we were feeling.
“Fātimah, we’ve only got 3 logs left. I just haven’t had a chance to chop any wood lately with all of the fieldwork I’ve had to be doing. I can do some tomorrow, but that isn’t going to do us a whole lot of good tonight.”
I was getting cold just thinking about how frigid it was going to be tonight in my bed, but I kept a brave face on so my Hindu father, Durgesh, wouldn’t feel bad about the lack of wood.
“Well, dinner is ready and hot, that will help us warm up some, and I’ve gotten out all the blankets, so we should be okay.”
Durgesh Dad smiled at me, but I was grown enough to tell it was forced.
He felt like he had disappointed me.
I stepped out of the shower, fairly certain I had used all of the hot water that ever existed on Earth.
Luckily, I was a late night shower person, and Durgesh Daddy was an evening shower person, so I could be greedy with the hot water.
As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and stepped over to the mirror to wipe off the steam.
While I was blow-drying my hair, I swayed back and forth to the music in my head, studying myself in the mirror as I continued in my tedious task.
I allowed my eyes to track down my developing Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves, my growing bosom, my protruding hips… I reached up and undid the towel that was covering me, letting it drop to the floor.
I gave a small smile as I looked at my naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body in the mirror.
I hated to come off as conceited, but I was definitely starting to look like a mature Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman with all the parts in the right places.
I knew that a lot of the Hindu boys at school wanted to have sex with me, and I had sex with Mohan Shankar Pratāp, but somehow I just knew he wasn’t that good.
I needed more than Mohan Shankar Pratāp could give me.
Like my Ammījān, Al Jalees Al Wāħid, I was too one of the horniest Sunni Musalmān Beauties.
Sometimes I wonder why we Sunni Musalmān Beauties are so everhorniest.
We Sunni Musalmān Beauties are, generally, so everhorniest that only the eversexiest Hindu males could quench our everlasting Sunni Musalmān female lust, none else.
It’s our everancient history too.
Our own men used to kidnap us and sell us to Hindus, bringing us to India.
The old Arab Economy depended on it so heavily, that when even Islam tried to stop it, it had to face an utmost successful Counter Revolution in the leadership of Yazīd Malåūn.
I thought sometimes to join Durgesh Papa Jī’s bed myself too, as my Ammījān did.
It was the teachers at school that intrigued me.
They always looked so, I don’t know, wise; like they might know what they were doing as opposed to someone like Mohan Shankar Pratāp.
After admiring my own shapely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān form for a few moments more, the cold finally started to creep through the steam, and I knew it was time to get some clothes on pronto.
I was awake, and it didn’t seem there were enough covers in the world to keep me warm.
Even under my down comforter, I was shivering, and I couldn’t stop.
As this went on, I decided there was only one option.
Hoping out of bed, I immediately felt the cold of the wooden floor making its way through my wool socks, and I quickly hoped from throw rug to throw rug for just an added extra layer of protection from the cold floor.
I made my way down the hallway to my Hindu father’s room and cracked the door open barely an inch before I heard,
“Fātimah?”
“Hey, Durgesh Dad. I’m freezing, and I was thinking…”
“Sleeping together? Crawl on in, I had the same thought.”
I smiled and quickly made my way over to his bed, and hoped in.
The difference of two bodies under the same cover was almost immediately perceptible.
I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks, and we quickly settled in to try to get some sleep.
I had no clue how long we had been asleep when I awoke again.
This time it wasn’t the cold that woke me up, but the feeling of a body pressed against my back.
Apparently in his sleep my Hindu father, Durgesh, had rolled over and started spooning me.
I could feel his body’s Hindu heat against my back, down to the curve of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
It wasn’t unpleasant in the least as I enjoyed the Hindu heat very much.
After all, I was my Ammījān’s daughter, Yār!
Wasn’t I?
I wasn’t less sexy than my Ammījān.
Actually I was dreaming of fucking Durgesh Papa Jī myself too, like my Ammījān.
Wiggling backwards, I pressed harder into him, trying to see just how much of his Hindu body heat in to myself when I suddenly felt it.
There was no mistaking the shape, and I could definitely tell that my Hindu father’s Uncut Hindu Lund was erect and pressing into the cheeks of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
While a part of me wanted to quickly scoot away, another part of me, the curious part, was enjoying it.
It was large, maybe 10″ in length, and girthy.
I had seen it before, by accident, when he was getting out of the shower and I had walked in on him.
At that time, he was flaccid, and it just hung between his legs, so it was difficult to tell just how big he would be when he was hard, but that hadn’t stopped me from masturbating furiously that evening thinking of Durgesh Papa Jī.
I wiggled my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass ever so slightly, wanting to get just some clearer idea of just how big it was.
Even though I had only ever felt one other, his seemed pretty large from the ones I had seen in various books, magazines and videos.
It made me smile feeling it pressed against me, even if it was through his sweat pants and my own.
Moving just a bit closer, I pressed as hard against as I could, enjoying feeling such an impressive 61 year old Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against my tight, teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
I smiled just a little, and bit my lower lip, thinking this was it would feel like to lay in bed with some of the teachers in school I had thought about.
Very slowly and carefully, I slipped my right hand inside the waist of my pants, and crept down to my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
After seeing the girls in Mohan Shankar Pratāp’s hidden porn magazines, I had shaved off all my pubic hair, leaving just a bald slit that made it easy for me to slip a finger in to.
The second my finger made contact with my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, I nearly orgasmed, making me bite down on my lower lip even harder to keep myself from moaning.
After calming down from the initial rush, I made slow circles around my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit with my index finger, using my thumb and middle finger to spread the lips of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina enough to give me access.
Since I was laying on my right side, I slowly lifted my left leg ever so slightly to give myself even more access to my pleasure spot.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this; I was masturbating in my father’s bed with his Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against me.
It was wrong in so many ways, but I couldn’t help myself.
What older man could really be more perfect for me than my own father?
As if he was reading my thoughts, he woke up.
“Fātimah? Fātimah, what are you doing?”
I went to answer him, but the second I opened my mouth, I let out a squeak instead of words.
I wanted to stop masturbating, but I was so close to cumming, I couldn’t tear my own hand away.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā. Fātimah, are you masturbating?”
I let out a shaky, “Ye… yes.”
To my utter surprise, my Durgesh Dad let out a chuckle. “Well, I guess that’s one way to keep yourself warm.”
I couldn’t help but join him with a laugh,
“Sorry Durgesh Dad, I, just… I…”
“Felt my Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass?”
I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him in the darkness.
“Yes. You were awake?”
He let out a sigh.
“Yeah… I didn’t mean for it to happen. Apparently I rolled over and grabbed on to you in my sleep, and as I got hard, I woke up, and… well, then you started wiggling against it, and… I was tempted to do the same thing you were just doing.”
I rolled over to my left side so I could face him. “Well… I wouldn’t mind if you did since I was just doing it in front of you.”
“Fātimah, stop it, I’m not going to jerk off in front of my teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān daughter.”
“Why not?… I don’t plan on stopping.” I had slipped my left hand out of my pants when I rolled over, but I was quickly slipping my right hand in there so it could continue what the left had been doing.
Just as my eyes closed, and I was getting into it, I saw in the little light the moon was casting in to the room that my Hindu father, Durgesh, seemed to be slipping in to his own pants.
With the thrill of the thought that I might be causing my Durgesh Dad to jerk off himself, I started going after my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit even harder, and eventually slipping a finger inside of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
As I let out a gasp, I heard my Hindu father, Durgesh, mutter “Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , I can’t take this.” and I saw the blankets around his Hindu crotch starting to go up and down.
I smiled at the satisfaction that I was hot enough to make my own Hindu father touch himself.
I looked at his face and saw he was looking directly at me as he stoked his Uncut Hindu Lund.
We locked eyes in the dark, and while we didn’t say anything, I moved closer to him, taking my right hand out my pants as I did.
I continued to stare at him as I slowly moved my hand over to his pants… slipped under the elastic… and crept ever so much closer to his Uncut Hindu Lund.
When I could see he was making no move to stop me, or voice any objection, I let my finger tips brush his Uncut Hindu Lund. His eyes closed and he let out an “Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā … Fātimah… I…”
I let out a “shhh”, and let my hand move far enough down that I could wrap my hand around his warm and throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was even bigger than I thought as my finger tips barely met as my hand wrapped around it.
Very slowly, I started to stroke the length of his Hindu shaft, feeling it twitch and jump under my touch.
In the low light of the room, I looked at my Hindu father’s face to see any sign of how he was handling his teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān daughter stroking his massive Uncut Hindu Lund.
From what little I could see of his face, his eyes had closed, and he was gritting his teeth, which was a sign I took as he was enjoying it.
I started to speed up the pace of my stroking, enjoying the warmth of his Hindu shaft in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hand.
He started to grunt which told me I needed to slow down if I was going to make this as long as I wanted to because who knew if I would ever get this chance again.
Just as quickly as I had sped up, I slowed down.
“Are you enjoying this, Durgesh Daddy?”
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , Fātimah… I really should be stopping you, but I can’t, it feels too good.”
I grinned,
“Well, if you thought that felt good…” I lifted the covers and slid my entire body to where I was completely covered by the comforter.
I shifted my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body to bring my head closer to his Uncut Hindu Lund, and since my hand was still around it, it was easy for me to find the tip of it with my mouth in the complete darkness.
As I touched my lips to the head of his Uncut Hindu Lund, I immediately tasted his salty precum escaping from the slit, and he let out a loud grunt of surprise mixed with shock. “Eīshān, Fātimah… Eīshān…”
My smile broadened even more as I was having the effect I had hoped for.
I opened my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth wide and sucked in the head of his Uncut Hindu Lund in one gulp.
I could feel it jumping in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, throbbing with every beat of his heart as I swirled my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue around the tip of it.
I could feel the spot where the two ridges met on the underside, and I ran my tongue up and down that seam, making Durgesh Dad squirm.
I began to take more of the Hindu shaft into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, although I couldn’t believe how quickly my mouth was filling with his swollen Hindu member.
Even though my jaw was stretching to a point of discomfort, I didn’t care.
I wanted ever last centimeter of his Hindu length in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth that I could stuff in.
My mouth was getting warmer with each time I slid my head up and down the length of his Uncut Hindu Lund, when I suddenly felt him grab my left ankle. “Let me have your legs, baby.”
I had no clue what he had planned, but I let him manipulate me any way he wanted, and he was slowly pulling my pants down, revealing my lack of panties, and maneuvered to make me lay on top of him.
As I continued ravenously to swallow as much of his Hindu shaft as I could, I felt him running a rough, calloused, finger up and down my increasingly wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān slit.
Every time he brushed across my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, I let out a muffled moan from my Uncut Hindu Lund stuffed throat.
Without warning, he quickly, and with great intent, plunged a finger into my hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.
I could feel the walls of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina quickly clamp down around it, trying to milk it like it was someone’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
I shoved backwards, wanting more of his probing digit deep inside of me, but was rewarded with a second finger entering me for my efforts.
As I continued to gobble his Uncut Hindu Lund as deeply as I could, I felt him remove his fingers, and I felt a pang of disappointment.
That was quickly replaced by exhilaration as he used both hands to spread my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal lips, and I felt him lift slightly in the bed.
Where his normal fingers had been, I now felt his index finger probing deeply inside my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
My whole body shuddered in reaction, and I had my first orgasm of the evening.
Mohan Shankar Pratāp had never done this to me, though I had begged him to do so.
He always said it didn’t look like much fun to him, and no matter how much I sucked his Uncut Hindu Lund, which was quite a bit, he never would return the favor.
I shoved myself back some more, keeping just close enough to my Durgesh Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Lund so I could continue to suck it while his index finger plunged in out of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina, and down to my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit to make circles around it.
My body was rocked by mini orgasm after mini orgasm, something I wasn’t even aware I was capable of.
I was 69’ing with my own Hindu father, and I couldn’t believe just how damned good it felt.
After several minutes of us orally pleasing one another, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pulled away from my father’s index finger and swiveled around on his Hindu body so we were now laying face- to-face.
As we stared into each other’s eyes, both seemingly searching for any indication if the other wanted to stop, I used my feet to finish removing my sweat pants.
Once that was accomplished, I lifted slightly and removed my sweatshirt so that I was now completely naked on top of my Hindu father.
Though large portions of my skin were now exposed to the cold air around us, I didn’t care, it was most exhilarating.
I gave my Hindu father, Durgesh, a lingering stare as I slid my right hand between our bodies, reaching down to search out his still erect Uncut Hindu Lund.
Once I found it, I pressed it backwards towards his body so that it lined up with my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
I slowly, and methodically, rubbed the head up and down my moist Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān slit.
“Fātimah, baby, if this is your first time…”
“It’s not.” I replied sheepishly.
My Hindu father, Durgesh, chuckled deeply.
I scrunched up my face and looked down at him quizzically. “Why is that funny?”
“Because I am oddly relieved that you aren’t losing your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān virginity to your own Hindu father. I was afraid it was going to hurt you.”
I smiled back seeing as I had just unofficially gotten permission to fuck my own father.
“Well, it still might see how big you are.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a grunt of shock as I plunged his Uncut Hindu Lund inside my waiting Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān love hole.
I’m not going to lie I winced a bit.
He was huge, and it felt like I might be torn in two at first, but I took a deep breath and let myself adjust.
I slowly started to move backwards, allowing more and more his Uncut Hindu Lund into me as I did.
I took as much of him in me as I could, unsure if I had actually gotten all of it in.
As soon as I reached my limit, I started to slide forward, and took great pleasure in watching my Hindu father, Durgesh, gasp and throw his head back.
The smile across my face was so broad, I was sure it literally touched both ears.
While it was exciting to be fucking my father, it was exciting thinking that I was also finally living my fantasy of a much older man.
I grew more comfortable with his size, and I started to pump his Uncut Hindu Lund in earnest.
Moans escaped both our mouths as I kept riding Durgesh Dad harder and faster.
I couldn’t get enough of his Uncut Hindu Lund, no matter how much of him was in me, I wanted more!
After a few minutes of pumping, he seemed to regain his sensibilities, and he reached up to grab and squeeze my breasts as I continued to ride him for all he was worth.
His rough farm hands pinched my nipples, and that sent enough of a shiver up my spine to give me another mini-orgasm.
That time he felt it as my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal walls clamped down even harder on his massive Uncut Hindu Lund, and he smiled at the knowledge he was giving his daughter-turned-lover pleasure.
The next few minutes were a blur as I rode him furiously, being rocked by one tiny orgasm after another, until he finally said,
“Okay, you better stop, Fātimah, I’m about to cum and we aren’t using any protection.”
“It’s okay, it’s not the right time of the month, we should be fine.” I said between pants.
Honestly, I had no idea if I was right or not, but after this much work, there was no way I wasn’t going to feel him cum in me.
“Come on, Durgesh Daddy, come on… give it to me, I want to feel you cum in me.”
I think he was going to protest, but I rode him that much harder and he seemed to lose all sense of what he was going to say.
Within seconds, I felt the first shot of his hot Hindu cum go off inside of me, and that sent me over the edge into my biggest orgasm of the night.
It was so powerful, I literally screamed, and had never been more thankful we had no close by neighbors.
My Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot convulsing all around his Uncut Hindu Lund made his second shot as powerful as the first, and it just felt like he wouldn’t stop cumming.
I collapsed on his Hindu chest with his Uncut Hindu Lund still inside of me, twitching and convulsing as it expelled shot after shot of his Hindu Vīrý.
As it died down, I contracted my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles, attempting to milk every last drop out of him to the point I could feel some of it squeezing out of me around his Uncut Hindu Lund, dripping down on to his balls.
Saddened by the idea that those drops would go to waste, I dislodged his Uncut Hindu Lund from inside of me, and again slithered my way down his body so that I could like him clean.
I sucked each ball separately into my mouth, making sure to run my tongue all over it so it would be clean as possible.
Next, I licked his Hindu shaft that was very slowly deflating, tasting the mixture of his salty Hindu Vīrý with my sweeter Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān juices.
The taste and smell was possibly the most intoxicating mixture ever.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , Fātimah… I… I can’t believe what we just did.”
I slowly crawled up his Hindu body again, and pressed in to lay next to him, pulling the covers as far up over me as I could to protect myself from the cold air.
He wrapped his right arm around me, and pulled me in tighter.
“It’s fine, Durgesh Daddy. It’s obviously something we both wanted.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
“Oh shush, so what? We fucked, big deal. It’s not like you forced yourself on me, and we both certainly had fun.”
“I know, but you’re my daughter, and…”
“And Ammījān has been gone a long time, and to the best of my knowledge you haven’t fucked anyone since, so you were definitely due.”
We laid there quietly for awhile in the dark.
I have no idea what my Hindu father, Durgesh, was thinking, but all I knew was I couldn’t imagine a more perfect night than this.
I hiked my right leg up on to him and cuddled in closer for warmth.
As I did, my shin brushed his Uncut Hindu Lund, and I discovered he was already aroused again.
He looked down at me with an expression of Hindu victory, and I just smiled back, leaned up to give him a kiss… and then guided his Uncut Hindu Lund once again into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
This time pulling Durgesh Papa Jī on my nude young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
Durgesh Papa Jī smiled, winked at me and started to fuck me now, as if a bear gone mad.
He bumped me the entire rest of the night.
I winked at him,
“Let’s celebrate our live in relationship honeymoon, Papa Jī! No one here except you and I. Just don’t stop. Keep thrusting your 61 year old Uncut Hindu Lund into my 18 year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, nonstop, till you can.”
“Till I can?” Durgesh Papa Jī smiled wickedly looking directly into my eyes, fucking me more vigorously.
“That’s what I requested. Didn’t I?”
“Sālī, I can fuck you nonstop till you exist.”
“Then fuck this Sālī nonstop till I exist.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“I’m inviting you. And now, I’m your woman, not your daughter anymore, remember.”
“It isn’t easy to have nonstop continuous sex.”
“Let me myself see how much I can endure it.”***
I was a medium muscular 61 years old.
I was invited by Abbū; I mean Imām Ůsmān Sheikħ, to solve some grave problems the family was facing.
His only one son, my friend, Fārūq Ůsmān Sheikħ had left them forever already.
They had adopted me now as their legal son.
“Why is it necessary, Abbū Imām?” I protested, “Fārūq may return. You—”
“He is right, Ůsmān!” my father, my Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav said.
“You don’t talk to me.” Abbū Imām flared, “You are not my friend anymore.”
My Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav smiled,
“Sālé, I’m your Bahnoī also. I accepted your proposal to marry your divorced sister. You were never angry at her.”
“Vishvās, you don’t talk to me, I say.”
“Bhāījān!” Nusrat Ammījān interrupted him.
She was the divorced sister, my Pitr’shrī married on his one of the closest Musalmān friend’s persistent request.
No Musalmān was ready to marry her.
“She is a Kāfir.” Maulavī Saåādat Ħasan barked, “She had sex with a Hindu.”
“Maulavī Sāħab!” Abbū Imām was furious, “Her husband forced her to do so.”
“He is a Kāfir, too.”
“I never said her to do such a shameful act.” Nusrat’s husband Aħmad Kamāl flared, “she is lying.”
Pitr’shrī married her.
Abbū Imām had forced him,
“Vishvās, I’ve only one option left. Marry Nusrat, please!” Abbū Imām wept, “I can’t bear what Nusrat is suffering from. She is my utmost adored youngest sister. May Allah destroy these all Musalmeen.”
“Ůsmān, control yourself. And don’t weep. I’m alive still now, you idiot. Keep these tears for me when I die.”
Nusrat Salmān Sheikħ became my Ammījān.
Now their formally adopted son, Durgesh, reached Istanbul.
My new legal Ammījān, the new wife of Abbū Imām, Ůsmān Sheikħ, greeted me.
His previous wife had left him with her son, Fārūq Ůsmān Sheikħ.
Åābidah Imrān Shakūr was a maternal Turk Musalmān beauty.
She was about six feet, 130 pounds, with long, milky-white legs and big banana-shaped boobs.
She often wondered what it would be like to fuck me.
I knew it.
But what could I do except to avoid her?
She was my legal Ammījān.
I was her adopted son.
Could you imagine?
The legal adopted son was 61 years old now.
The legal Ammījān, Åābidah Imrān Shakūr, was only 30 years old.
Abbū Imām, Ůsmān Sheikħ, was 90 years old.
I was his legally adopted son for 31 years now, being adopted by him at my 30.
Åābidah Imrān Shakūr always dreamt of propping her feet back on my shoulders and feel my large Uncut Hindu Cock saw in and out of her sweet Turk Musalmān Cunt.
She wanted me so badly to dump my Hindu load deepest into her Turk Musalmān womb, where her Turk Musalmān eggs would surely be waiting.
Åābidah Imrān Shakūr knew it was not easy that her adopted Hindu son want her.
It was obvious by the looks I’d been giving her.
A part of her wanted to seduce me to the extent that I have none other option except to fuck her.
She was sure; a part of me was flattered by her persistent admiration of me.
Any woman would admit, I was still utmost handsome.
61?
Nonsense!
I couldn’t be ever!
The most I could be was 30 to 32 only.
Not more than that.
Never more than that.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest
88. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8
91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9
92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10
93.. The everincreasing infinite lust
95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
102. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
39. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
40. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
47. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-15
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Islam Al Wahāb, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 2 CommentsÅrab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
Chapter 15
Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī smiled.
He knew Al Islam Al Wahāb was trying to torture him.
The only problem she had, and did not know, was that he was not a communal Musalmān at all.
He was a true Musalmān.
He himself had too many complaints with the present day Musalmīn.
He knew very well that Islam had gone through a Counter Revolution at Karbala.
So many Imāms, so many Mujaddidīn, so many Mujtaħidīn, so many Maulānahs, so many Mujāhidīn had tried to bring the Musalmīn on the true path of Islam.
Alas, almost all of them failed ultimately.
Some of them survived, but not too long.
The tragedy was that it was not due to ghair Musalmīn.
It was due to the so called Musalmīn themselves.
Their vested unislamic interests were so intense that the true Islamic movement could never succeed.
Durgesh was now trying to revive the old Islamic movement under the name of Vedic Hinduism.
Well, why not?
Let Durgesh go ahead.
He would do his best to help Durgesh always, irrespective of whatsoever humiliations Durgesh’s extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties want to punish Musalmīn with.
I entered Al Islam Al Wahāb completely.
Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled.
She kissed me full on my lips.
It was an honor to Al Islam Al Wahāb that I entered her ultimately.
She couldn’t believe still now that I had really entered her.
Yes, I was sixty.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was only eighteen.
So what?
She is legally adult now.
She could take her own decision about whatsoever she wanted to do.
There isn’t any legal bar now.
Right from the moment, she was aware of relationship between a man and women, Al Islam Al Wahāb always dreamed of me as her man, no matter how old I was.
To hell with the age of Durgesh.
Why and how does it matter if he can still fuck the entire womankind till they exist, even more savagely than even the newly adults?
She could not believe she had me now inside her.
“Durgesh is not available.” Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girlfriends had told Al Islam Al Wahāb.
“Nonsense!” Al Islam Al Wahāb never believed them, “Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really loves him.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb not allowed me any motion for a long time.
The scene of our sexual union was so fascinating that even Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was watching our united sexual organs spellbound.
Allah, he thought, what a nice sexual union!
Durgesh is sixty, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī knows accurately.
He is not even foolish enough to imagine that Durgesh deliberately claims to be sixty to get rid of the heavily immature virgin teenagers.
It is what the foolish, heavily immature, virgin, teenagers think of Durgesh.
They never want to believe that Durgesh is sixty.
They are immensely obsessed with the true, and even fantasized, stories about Durgesh.
They never argue how a penis, only six inches in length, could extend to be eight inches when fondled with feminine hands, however extremely beautiful that female maybe.
They never argue how a penis, only six inches in length, extended to eight inches fondled with feminine hands, could extend further to ten inches; when kissed, licked and sucked by extraordinary beautiful females, however extremely beautiful those females maybe.
They never argue even, how a penis, only six inches in length, extended to eight inches fondled with feminine hands, extended further to ten inches; when kissed, licked and sucked by extraordinary beautiful females, could even further extend to twelve inches when penetrating a cunt or a feminine ass, however extremely beautiful the female maybe.
It’s only a fantasy.
That’s all.
Yet, almost each and every Musalmān Beauty sleeping with Durgesh lives in this fantasy.
Not only the foolish, heavily immature, virgin, teenagers Musalmān Beauties live in this heavily exaggerated sexual fantasy, even the utmost experienced, quite aged, Musalmān Beauties don’t want to come out of this fantasized mental condition.
They love to be in it.
They love to imagine that they are actually enjoying it all with their dream Hindu lover Durgesh.
They ask and talk of it with each other.
They confirm it each other that it’s true.
They are really experiencing it.
It’s not their imagination; it’s not their fantasy at all.
That’s it.
Nothing at all.
It can’t be true, and it isn’t.
The sex starved Musalmān Beauties have themselves worked it all.
Durgesh is also an ordinary man.
Maybe he is hypersexual even.
But— but never to the extent publicized widely by his wildly fantasizing sex obsessed Musalmān Beauties.
Never.
Never!
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī watched the intense happiness Al Islam Al Wahāb was enjoying now.
It was all on her exquisite teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
It was obvious she was imagining Durgesh’s sexual prowess she had heard of.
And, enjoying it in her wild immature teenager fantasies.
Yes, Durgesh has penetrated her.
But she is enjoying it in her fantasies more than physically.
Why otherwise Al Islam Al Wahāb is not allowing Durgesh to stroke her in out and in?
Durgesh is lucky enough that almost all of his extraordinary Musalmān Beauties fantasize about him so positively when he fucks them.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī had heard some of them even imagined that Durgesh could liberate his etheric bodies to fuck infinite of them, as he couldn’t do it with his single physical body.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī had laughed.
The sex starved Musalmān Beauties and their ashvinātam sexual fantasies!
Allah Allah!
Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
The ever-fantasizing sex obsessed Musalmān Beauties of Durgesh always claimed it:
Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni.
Allah Allah!
Al Islam Al Wahāb was still enjoying her fantasies with Durgesh penetrating her completely.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was still sitting there, watching both Al Islam Al Wahāb and me.
After a long time of the movement less complete penetration, in missionary position; Al Islam Al Wahāb straddled my nude Hindu lap now.
We were both naked.
Sitting on my lap Al Islam Al Wahāb was playing now with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Get ready, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī, to watch one more wild sex session of us both. Are you sure you’re ready?” Al Islam Al Wahāb asked Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī humiliating him immensely, in her opinion.
Without giving Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī time to answer she guided the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, once more.
With one gentle, slow movement Al Islam Al Wahāb lowered herself down on me until I could feel our pubic hair touch again.
Sitting still so we both could adjust to each other Al Islam Al Wahāb kissed me allowing our tongues to begin an erotic dance.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was watching the entire session without feeling any damned humiliation whatsoever.
Why should he feel any humiliations after all?
Why should he?
Is he a damn fool enough?
Al Islam Al Wahāb was a self dependent Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān young lady.
She was an adult now.
She could do anything whatsoever she damn pleased.
It was none of his business.
And none of anybody’s business too, except Al Islam Al Wahāb and Durgesh themselves.
It was their own personal matter, strictly.
As we kissed, Al Islam Al Wahāb started a slow up and down movement I will never forget.
I guess what they say about never forgetting one’s first time is true.
Even if I’d fucked innumerable extraordinary Musalmān Beauties already, it was the first time of Al Islam Al Wahāb at least.
I attempted to push up to meet her downward, quite aggressive, motion but our position on the bed didn’t allow for much movement.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī didn’t know how long we kissed and fucked, but it seemed to him like forever.
And he could not deny the fact that it was Al Islam Al Wahāb who was herself aggressive, all over, all the time.
Al Islam Al Wahāb soon sat straight up and began to rub her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me at the same time.
I started struggling not to cum while I sensed Al Islam Al Wahāb getting closer and closer to making herself cum.
That’s when I began to cum into Al Islam Al Wahāb.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, to my sheer surprise, I doubt if I had ever cum so much before.
I was actually curious; her little teenager Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt would not hold it all.
About the time I shot the last of my Hindu load into the tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Al Islam Al Wahāb stopped rubbing herself, squeezed me tightly with her knees, began pulling on her nipples and started to moan loudly.
I winked and warned Al Islam Al Wahāb.
“Not so loud. Someone might hear you even outside.”
“I damn care who hears. That was one of the best fucks I have ever had, since now you are fucking me. You’re going to have to do that again, before I let you go home!” Al Islam Al Wahāb declared, entirely unashamed of herself, in a loud voice.
I was both a little embarrassed and a lot proud, thinking other people might have heard what she said.
I mean that was my very first fuck with Al Islam Al Wahāb!
I had been walking around, ever since the evening before, with an erection.
Now I could feel my Uncut Hindu Dick beginning to shrink, yet harden immediately, into Al Islam Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, penetrating it deepest.
Even with Al Islam Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gripping it, to my surprise, it shrank enough to slip out of her wetness.
But Al Islam Al Wahāb explained her action:
“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Sorry, I need to get rid of your Uncut Hindu Penis, for a while, and clean up a little.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb even smiled at me.
I too smiled at the till virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
I started trying to pull off the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Stop that before you have your Hindu sperm all over me and the bed.” Al Islam Al Wahāb winked at me shamelessly.
We both had noted that right from the beginning, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was preparing videos of our sex sessions.
Yet, neither of us cared even a bit.
We knew he needed the videos to prove his good and legal intentions in court.
She quickly pulled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt off.
“Now for the clean up.” she said as she moved to take my Uncut Hindu Dick into her extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī smiled triumphantly.
Al Islam Al Wahāb had told me some of her girlfriends, at college, called her sex hungry.
Now I was starting to believe it myself.
Sucking me clean and feeling confident I would be able to achieve another erection, I knew.
Al Islam Al Wahāb suggested we watch an ashvinātam porn movie.
On my apathy, my lack of concern, Al Islam Al Wahāb insisted on it.
I sighed.
It was the problem I always faced with the immature teenagers.
They were childish almost always, refusing to hear of any sanity even, against their childish requirements.
Soon, when I looked at the screen, there was a big breasted Wahābī Musalmān redhead with a Hindu guy fucking her in what appeared to be her Wahābī Musalmān rectum.
I had to digest even such childish things.
The immature teenagers refused to play reasonable even, sometimes.
His Uncut Hindu Dick was gigantic.
Al Islam Al Wahāb groped mine and realized at once, she couldn’t believe she would be able to take mine in her ass as the Wahābī Musalmān Beauty was doing on the screen.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster he fucked her until she began to scream in Wahābī Musalmān pleasure before the Hindu pulled out spurting his Hindu cum all over her Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks and back.
“What do you think, you want to try that? It really looks like it would be exciting doesn’t it?” Al Islam Al Wahāb asked as she snuggled up close to my side and began stroking my again growing Hindu erection.
“You would really do that?” I asked watching Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī with a side glance, significantly.
But Al Islam Al Wahāb was in a devastating mood.
She was so furious with Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī that she wanted to humiliate him as much as she could.
“Yes.” Al Islam Al Wahāb said, “It’s good if the Hindu man is slow and gentle. My girlfriend, Al Furqān, has done it with Shankar Mahāmr’tyunjaý. She admits she enjoy it almost as much as having her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy fucked. Please do it for me even if you don’t want to try it. You can, at least, oblige me, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Islam Al Wahāb pleaded with me.
I smiled.
Al Islam Al Wahāb had my Uncut Hindu Dick in her extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth now, and was sucking it to a full erection.
As soon as it was hard enough to suit Al Islam Al Wahāb she pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt on it, swallowing it there.
“Before we fuck again what would you think of rubbing my asshole with your Uncut Hindu Prick? I could straddle your legs facing the front; you could wet your Uncut Hindu Prick with lotion and then rub my Wahābī Musalmān asshole. You could even push it in if you wanted to.” Al Islam Al Wahāb suggested.
“Ok. I’ll try it.” I agreed, though I didn’t like the idea very much.
They, almost all, wanted it.
Okay!
I couldn’t get away every time, even if I managed most of the times.
The immature teenagers were irresponsible, irrational and adventurous.
I had to accompany them when I had to surrender to their erotic needs, despite all my otherwise efforts.
With that said, Al Islam Al Wahāb moved and straddled my legs.
As she leaned forward I wet my Uncut Hindu Prick and began rubbing her Wahābī Musalmān asshole in a firm circular manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb really enjoyed my rubbing because she began pushing against my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Taking the hint I held my Uncut Hindu Prick directly over the center of her Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
With her gently pushing my Uncut Hindu Prick slipped into her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Prick was buried deep in her Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Be gentle as you push it in, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It’s stretching me so good. Push deep!” Al Islam Al Wahāb said loudly.
She was loud enough I was sure anyone close-by could hear her.
As my Uncut Hindu Prick slid in as deep as it could, Al Islam Al Wahāb began rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She pushed back against my Uncut Hindu Prick and rubbed herself until her whole body tensed up and she let out a loud moan.
Again I’m sure anyone close-by could hear her.
Soon Al Islam Al Wahāb held a cloth for me to take and told me,
“Take your Uncut Hindu Prick out and let me clean it really well with this. Now I’m going to give you something special. Something most men never get at all or at least don’t get the same night we lose our virginity. Just relax. You’ll enjoy this.”
While I cleaned my Uncut Hindu Prick I felt Al Islam Al Wahāb rub my Uncut Hindu Dick up and down the length of her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
After making sure I was wet with her juices, Al Islam Al Wahāb positioned my Uncut Hindu Dick against her stretched Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
After hesitating for a moment to gauge my response, she started pushing against my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Suddenly the head popped past the tight ring of her Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
Stopping for a moment to adjust to my size, Al Islam Al Wahāb reached between her legs and gently pulled on my balls encouraging me to rise up and enter her hot, tight Wahābī Musalmān ass.
With my pushing in and Al Islam Al Wahāb pushing back I was soon buried completely in her.
She didn’t pull off of me but instead sat completely on my Uncut Hindu Dick rocking slowly.
Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled.
“What do you think, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Isn’t this better than fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy only? Now do you understand why Hindus always want to fuck Musalmān Beauties in their Musalmān ass too?” Al Islam Al Wahāb wanted to know asking me in a halting strained voice as she continued rocking on my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I had to exhibit my own pleasure too.
“Oh, this is great. Your Wahābī Musalmān ass is so hot and tight. I won’t say it’s better than your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy but it is great. As a matter of fact, I may end up cuming in you.” I told Al Islam Al Wahāb trying very hard not to cum.
Al Islam Al Wahāb said as she pulled off of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
“Don’t you dare cum, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m not through with you even yet.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled at me moving off my legs and lying back on the bed with her legs on either side of me.
“I want you to turn around, and then let me lick and suck your very much experienced Uncut Hindu Prick. I want to lick and suck you, once more, until you cum. Can you do that for me?” Al Islam Al Wahāb wanted to know.
“Sure I can do it. Go ahead. Do it right now!” I told her excitedly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll do it to you right now. This is for me so you will do it right. Now turn around and let me begin licking up and down along your Uncut Hindu Shaft.” she told me.
Turning between my legs Al Islam Al Wahāb leaned forward and tentatively licked between my legs.
The taste was great.
Al Islam Al Wahāb then licked me from my pubic hair to my Hindu asshole.
She had found her calling in life.
After her licking and sucking my Hindu lovepole with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, I directed Al Islam Al Wahāb to do it once more.
She smiled and thanked me to suck on it, pull it with her lips and even carefully nibble it with her teeth.
Following my guidance, Al Islam Al Wahāb sent me into what was a mind-blowing orgasm.
I lifted my hips up off of the bed, grabbed her extremely beautiful immature teenager Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān head, pulling her mouth tighter against my Uncut Hindu Prick and clamped her head tightly between my thighs.
Finally she stopped making me move my Uncut Hindu Prick off her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“That was great for your first time.”I smiled at Al Islam Al Wahāb, “After a few more times you will be the best.”
“Thank you very much, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled too, “Now since I’m sure you still have a hard on, you need to put your Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me. Not just fuck but fuck me fast, hard and for a long time. Do everything you can not cum because I need it to last. Can you do that?” Al Islam Al Wahāb asked.
My answer was to slide my Uncut Hindu Dick into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It was hot and tight as I started pumping hard, fast and deep into her.
Every time I pushed in, Al Islam Al Wahāb lifted her Wahābī Musalmān ass to meet my thrust causing me to go as deep as possible.
Fuck a long time.
These four words kept going through my mind until finally I could not hold back any longer.
“I can’t hold back any longer, Al Islam Al Wahāb!” I urgently told Al Islam Al Wahāb.
“It’s all right Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Cum now any time you have to! I’m ready!” she told me in a strained voice.
With that said, I began filling the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with cum.
As soon as I pulled my Uncut Hindu Prick out, Al Islam Al Wahāb was on her knees licking my Uncut Hindu Dick clean before stopping and telling me to get my shorts and shirt on so we could leave the hotel, Hotel Kr’shñ Āmnah.
I couldn’t find my briefs when I looked for them.
Then I realized that was the cloth Al Islam Al Wahāb had cleaned my Uncut Hindu Prick with.
“Don’t you think you need to put your dress on so we can leave?” I asked Al Islam Al Wahāb.
“I don’t want to dress.” Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled, “I really like being naked. I’m a nudist, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! so I’ll just slip my dress on and not button it until we get in my driveway. Do you think you can drive with me sitting next to you showing my Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī? Why not let him to be lucky enough to see me at least so?” she asked me.
I smiled only.
I said nothing.
So we started toward my house.
She enjoyed riding with her dress open.
When we stopped at a stoplight there was a car in next lane with three Hindus in it.
Without saying anything Al Islam Al Wahāb slipped her dress of her shoulders and raised it up, flashing the Hindus her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.
Just as they noticed and started yelling about her ‘nice Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits’ the light changed and I sped off.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī also smiled.
Al Islam Al Wahāb after all was an immature teenager, even if she was an adult now.
This scene was to be repeated four other times before we got to the turn-in to where my house was.
“Pull over as soon as you turn in so I can button my dress and brush my hair. I don’t want to go in the house with a well fucked look.” Al Islam Al Wahāb said with a grin.
It’s wonderful Hindu males have such a short recovery time for erections because I already had one from watching Al Islam Al Wahāb flash both males and females as we drove.
I don’t know what made me so bold but as she brushed her hair I unzipped my shorts and took my Uncut Hindu Dick out.
Sitting there stroking myself I asked Al Islam Al Wahāb if she wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Dick again before I took her to her house.
With a knowing smile she turned in the seat, leaned over the console and began sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I let Al Islam Al Wahāb finish.
The sensations were so overpowering I had to control myself not make her quit before I could cum.
“Ok. You better take me home now. Thanks, you wanted me to finish you off, at least.” Al Islam Al Wahāb told me with a knowing smile.
Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī smiled and took his leave from us, at last.
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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15
20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16
21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17
22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18
23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19
24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20
25. A deserving unfaithfulness
26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
29. A secret Smile
31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
33. The three pregnants-1
34. The three pregnants-2
35. In the Moonlight
36. Sālī, Ammījān!
37. Now entirely secured and safe
39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
50. Hell, I revolt
53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
54. Making love and understanding everything
55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
56. After the death of my husband
58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
59. The most memorable Eidī of her life
60. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5
80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6
81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7
82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8
83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9
84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10
85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11
86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
90. The Extent
94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
124. The everincreasing infinite lust
125. The women in my life
126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
133. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
145. She protested
146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach
147. The threesome
148. You’ve proved your titles true
149. The Chairman: 1
150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
155. An Underworld Don: 2
156. An Underworld Don: 3
157. An Underworld Don: 4
158. An Underworld Don: 5
159. An Underworld Don: 6
160. An Underworld Don: 7
161. An Underworld Don: 8
162. An Underworld Don: 9
163. An Underworld Don: 10
164. Age no bar: 1
165. Age no bar: 2
175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8
36. Saamved: Mantr 1
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Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service 5: Will Discussed
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Tawħīd Al Islam, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Åāýéshah Muħammad, Åāýéshah Siddīqah, Behavioural Science, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Muħammad, Ghazalā Siddīqī, HLMCIC, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, Kħadeejah Muħammad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Jamāl, Zohra Kħān, Ħafsā Muħammad Åbdullah 3 CommentsChapter 5
Will Discussed
Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah
Durgesh Al Tawħīd Al Islam
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque,
“You are right, Doctor. It’s one thing to bear a good name and it’s quite another thing to live it up.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque looked at him cunningly,
“Are you trying to humiliate me? You?”
“Never.” Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque again, but sadly, this time, “I’m an old man—”
“You were not old when you married my daughter!” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque told him ironically.
“Well, being named Muħammad proudly, I thought I have a right to marry every beautiful Kħadījah, every beautiful Åāýéshah, every beautiful Ħafsah—”
“You tried to act Ħuzūrs. Alas, you failed miserably.”
“I tried to live up my name, as you yourself did naming your horniest daughter after the great name of Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Āyeshah Siddīqahrz.”
“She was not horniest when she was in my house.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “It was you, Muħammad, who made her horniest. I’m imagining my 30 years old innocent daughter, sitting on the bike, behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and holding his Uncut Hindu Penis thinking it was a holder for her.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“We all do the same mistakes. I worked madly to establish my worldwide Economic Empire. Today, I own this tall glass building we are sitting wherein. How many other more similar glass buildings I own, I can’t remember off hand. I own 98% of the Fātimah Group of Companies housed in it, leaving 1% to Kħadījah and the another 1% to your unfaithful daughter Āyeshah Siddīqah.”
“She thinks she isn’t unfaithful to you.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “You never acted as her faithful husband.”
“So, she went to sit behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and held his everdirty Uncut Hindu Lund pretending to assume it was a holder?”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque watched his son in law contemptuously,
“I refuse to discuss my innocent måsūm daughter with you.”
“She is still my wife legally.”
“Yet, she has replaced your impotent nūnī with Durgesh’s Supreme Uncut Hindu Lund. Hasn’t she, impotent?”
“You hate me?”
“Of course I hate you. Yet, I’m not alone to hate you. Your countless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ex wives hate you.”
“Because they all are horny sluts.”
“Sluts?” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque retorted contemptuously, “There was no one in their life before you. There is none in their life except Durgesh, after you lost your interest in their, even now, extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies. And you call them sluts? Great. Your father, Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, must certainly be ashamed of you, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“He is proud of me, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque. The land around this glass building is more than a mile in three directions. Three thousand Musalmeen work here and the other thirty thousand Musalmeen who do not here, but elsewhere.”
“They are not proud of it.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque laughed ironically, “If they hadn’t been working for you, their Musalmān wives were not sleeping with Durgesh or with other Hindus of HVS Groups of Companies and Business Enterprises.”
I drew Åāyeshah Siddīqah to one side.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houselady is intriguing to say the least ─ unless she is the type who’d have been in a brawl. Is she?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back in my nude male Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Prick vanished entirely into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Definitely not, Mérī Jān!” Åāyeshah Siddīqah clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “She’s frightened to death. That’s what our Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service is for. I can’t quite make her out. Her voice is unusual─ almost as though it had been trained.”
“And you have put her in the law library?”
“Yes, she is waiting there. Durgesh, I think she is a typical Musalmān housewife beaten by her typical ever tyrant Musalmān husband.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,” I said calmly fucking her, “Isn’t it true most of them claim it, but we found their Musalmān husbands right instead, after our thorough investigations?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed me on my lips.
“You know that’s not true. Most of them claim it and only some of them were found taking advantage of our generosity.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,”
“She has black shoes, no stockings, a fur coat. I caught a glimpse of something under the fur coat that I think maybe a black housecoat, or a robe of some sort. Moreover, I wouldn’t be too surprised if that was all she had on.”
“I see, a black eye nevertheless?”
“A black eye nevertheless.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, furiously, “Her ever tyrant Musalmān husband…”
“You hate Musalmān husbands, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t jump on conclusions, please.”
“She is an exquisite Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, yet…”
“Black eye, right or left?” I interrupted Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Her hatred for Musalmān husbands was enormous.
She thought entire Musalmān husbands were tyrants and every Hindu husband was a Prince Charming for Musalmān Beauties.
It was not true.
Yet, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never accepted it.
There was no use of arguments with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ultimate target too, to be established.
“Black eye? Right.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, “She has very light blonde hair, rather large eyies that are bluish green, and long lashes. She is very beautiful with proper make up and without the shiner. I think she is anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty ?”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty .”
“What’s her name?”
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“I see.”
“She’s terribly excited and nervous. Everyone of them is terribly excited and nervous before they meet you. And once you fuck them they are so excellently marvelous that no one can ever believe they were so terribly excited and nervous before you fucked them.”
“They need love actually, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I don’t actually fuck them. I actually inject them with my love injection.”
“How kind of you. How nice of you.”
“Thank you.”*
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled squeezing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick in its entire length and thickness using her ever impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles.
“I’d say Al Tawħīd Al Islam is pretty much unstrung.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now gravely.
“Crying?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are cruel to their Musalmān wives, Durgesh. They think they must be obeyed without any protest whatsoever.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“I’m not bluffing you.” She said, “Even my husband tried to hit me once. It was another matter that I was prepared for it. I dodged him and then taken him on my feet nonstop for almost half an hour.”
I smiled.
“Poor man.”
“Filthy bastard.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, “I left him only when he put his head on my feet, kissed them and even licked them. I made its video. Now, he has agreed to be my pedestal whenever I want him to use as my footstool otherwise I’d send the video to his friends and colleagues.”
I kept smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah appreciatively.
“What about Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“She needs your services.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah grimaced, “Even I wasn’t as bold as I am now until you didn’t fuck me.”
“Nonsense, you mean my Uncut Hindu Prick injects boldness into your Musalmān Cunts?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“That’s what we Musalmān Beauties of your Sex Empire believe in.”
“Stop flattering, will you please? Was she really crying, tell me, darling?”
“I don’t think she has. She seems nervous and frightened. Yet, she isn’t doing any weeping. She is one of those rare Musalmān girls who would use their head in an emergency instead of resorting to tears and admit they are helpless before their ever cruel ever tyrant Musalmān husbands.”
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
It was useless to argue with her.
She was immensely biased against Musalmān husbands.
“Bring her in,” I said, “I’d see what we can do for her.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a blonde young Musalmān Beauty.
She was some five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twelve pounds.
Her left hand clasped her coat, holding it tightly around her.
The discoloration of her right eye, even though it was only somewhat, contrasted oddly with her light blond hair that swept down in waves to her shoulders.
She wore no hat.
“Miss Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“Mrs.” She corrected me.
“Mrs.” I accepted the correction, “Won’t you be seated? Åāyeshah Siddīqah will remain there where she is now. If you have any objection…”
“I’m not in a position to object. I need your services. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, isn’t it?”
“Sure, what is it you wished to see me about?”
Our extremely beautiful visitor began talking almost before Åāyeshah Siddīqah even settled her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu male lap.
Her words were rapid, her voice was vibrant with emotion.
Yet, there was something dominant in the manner of her articulation that indicated a type of young woman with whom one would hardly associate black eyes.
“I’m in a mess, Durgesh. I’m fighting mad. I hated you very much until now. I thought you were an immensely scornful communal Hindu who is taking advantage of our innocent extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who have something against their Musalmān husbands.”
“I understand.” I said calmly, “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Even then, I’d do anything reasonable for you if you think I can help you in anyway.”
“I approached my relatives, my friends, my well-wishers. But no one has enough courage to help me. My husband is so powerful, every one of them is afraid of him.”
“Well,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed, “you have come to the right place then. Go ahead.”
“He is a well-established businessman and he is protected by Muslim Underworld too.”
“I see.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah pulled her buttocks from my lap and then pushed them back, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, “Don’t worry. We have already cuckolded most of the Muslim Underworld.”
“That’s what I want to my Musalmān husband too. I want him to put his dirty bearded head on my feet, kiss them and lick them.”
“What happened?” I asked gravely.
“I’ve been thinking things over for hours. Ever since midnight in fact, and I’ve decided to do something about, well, about this.” She gently touched her discolored eye.
“You should have come here sooner.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said sympathetically.
“I understand. But I didn’t have any clothes.”
“What?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was furious.
I too raised my eyebrows.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s nervous laugh was merely a mannerism.
There wasn’t even a slightest indication of mirth whatsoever.
“If you’ll listen to me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, “I’d like to begin at the beginning and tell you about it.”
“I take it,” I said gravely, “your husband is holding your clothes. There’s been the usual family fight. He accused you falsely of infidelity with me, or some other powerful Hindu.”
“So, you know the pattern?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said curtly.
“Most of the Musalmān wives have the same complaint against their ever Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān husbands. It’s somewhat routine now.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said bitterly, “Durgesh is utmost busy fucking almost entire Musalmān wives.”
“Then…”
“Then what?” I said bitterly, “I’d still help you. I want to abolish the entire Underworld whether Muslim or otherwise.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam, “Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam/ Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī/Establishing the Kingdom of God/Dharmsantānam/Dharmsansthāpan. Understand?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“For what?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at her, “He’ll fuck you, idiot. Don’t you think you worth even your protection and respect from him in return?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam laughed.
“In return? I think it would be my greatest honor if he allows me in his bed as his bed partner.”
“Nonsense!” I pulled Al Tawħīd Al Islam to me and hugged her, still fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah vigorously.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam clang to me as if she was a fish out of water until now, and I was the water, her life.
She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on my lips fanatically.
Her beautiful eyes were flooding with nonstop tears.
“Why was I such a damn fool that I hated you, my life?”
“Forget it. Forget everything you have done wrong so far. From now on, all your problems are mine, all my pleasures are thine.”
“Téré dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab téré.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Exactly.” I smiled too kissing and reassuring Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis, brought it out of Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it devotionally.
Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking me immensely indebted to me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed her, from whatsoever dress she was wearing.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself went on her knees, herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back.
My Uncut Hindu Prick penetrated her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and vanished into her entirely to my fast thickening balls.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself started fucking me wildly, savagely and madly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam neither herself told me what exactly her problem was, nor let me ask her.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah squeezed my arm.
“Let her enjoy the incredible sex you are providing to her now. It’s her first time that she is consummating such an immense sex with you. No one else is capable in it. Why don’t you understand, Durgesh?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam fucked me herself in almost every sex position she could imagine.
“It’s not sex only, Durgesh, you are providing me.” She said, “you are providing true love and even life as well.”
“I want to know everything before it’s too late.” I tried to bring her to normalcy.*
Even then, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t normal until she hadn’t enjoyed her new found sexual bliss for more than a full month.
All my attempts to bring her to normalcy before it failed entirely.
She told me her problem only after she was entirely satisfied sexually for the time being and beaming with energy.
“I have a will I want to discuss.”
“Let’s hope it isn’t too late now.” I said still fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam patiently.
There was no use in explaining to her it was a great mistake on her part.
She was never agree to admit it.
Well, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t alone however.
My long experiences with countless Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough to make me understand to accept them as they came to me.
It was the only way if I really wanted to help them.
Moreover, not only the Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies who needed my help, even so many men too did the mistake.
Despite coming to me to seek for my guidance in a matter, they still made the mistake of selecting among my advices that appealed to them more.
They never realized it enhanced their problems more instead of solving them.
They didn’t even realize ever how childish it was.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam handed me a will.
I opened it.
It read:
‘I, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, state that I have fifty two daughters of my various marriages. I have thirty seven sisters, seventeen real sisters and twenty stepsisters and cousins I want to be beneficiaries after me.
“Beside these eighty nine female relatives of mine I had twenty seven wives in all to whom I was married in my life, not simultaneously however, naturally.
“I list their names and identities hereunder at the end of the will and the property/properties and money I want to give to them.
“My niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, lived with me in my lifetime. I am very much attached to my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I have very much love and affection for my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I further realize, however, that my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, though herself is a PhD and smart enough, does not have the shrewd, innate business ability that would enable her to protect herself from my ever shrewdest ever cunning sister in law, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“I, therefore, appoint and nominate HVSI Group of Companies the executor of this my last will, provided that my son in law, Durgesh, is still the lifelong Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies.” I paused for a moment and looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam questioningly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam said gravely.
“My husband was having this will and keeping it in his locker.”
“What? Is he also a beneficiary?”
“Not if I divorce him.”
“You are one of the beneficiaries?”
“I am one of the beneficiaries.”
“Related to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in any way?”
“I am one of his half-sisters.”
“What do you want now?”
“I want to confirm if this will is not a forged one, by my husband.”
“He can forge a will?”
“He has been prosecuted several times for forging wills and other important documents. But he always managed to get the final verdict ultimately in his favor.”
“I see. You suspect this will is forged?”
“In the light of the reputation of an utmost clever successful forger of wills and other similarly important documents of my husband what do you yourself think?”
I eyed her gravely.
“What is the name of your husband?”
“Muħammad Idrīs, but most of his opponents call him Muħammad Iblīs.”
“I see. And you like it?”
“He is Iblīs personified.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said venomously.
“Nevertheless, none should be called Muhammad Iblis ever.”
“Why not?”
“Muhammad is the ever best name, Iblis is the ever worst name. Iblis can’t be Muhammad ever. Similarly, it’s even beyond imagination that Hazrat Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam could be Iblis ever.”
She smiled.
“Have you ever read Dr. AliSina’s ‘Understanding Muhammad and Muslims?”
“Sure, but I never agreed with him.”
“Why not? No Muslim scholar could have proved him wrong until now.”
“He is immensely biased against Huzur sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.”
She watched me scrutinizing, yet didn’t continue the subject further.
I sighed.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who came to me had lied to me deliberately usually, in order to please me.
They thought I was an utmost communal Hindu.
I managed to establish my Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire only to humiliate Musalmīn.
They thought I’d help them more if they portrait their Musalmān husbands more evil than they actually were.
They thought Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband was my own movement instead of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
I could not help it, but I always tried my best that no innocent Musalmān may suffer from me ever.
After all, it was the best I could do.
Wasn’t it?
I read the will further:
‘After the specific bequests herein mentioned, I leave all of the rest, residue and remainder of my estate to be divided proportionately among my sons in law Durgesh and Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, the proportion being how many my daughters and houseladies they support.”
I paused significantly, looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam and then turned a page of the will.
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Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service 2:My Sex Empire
Posted: May 3, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat 4 CommentsChapter 2
My Sex Empire with Extremely Beautiful Muslimahs
I never knew that it would really transform like this, into a Social Service, as Āyeshah Siddīqah had planned after my grand affair with her.
However, that was my fate and destiny of the Muslim Beauties.
Until now I have countless regular Muslim Beauties, most of them working on high posts.
It also includes beautiful Musalmān housewives whom I love to fuck, as I would get much time to fuck and cooperation.
Even my beautiful Musalmān women friends ask me for charging for it, as the other popular most Hindu Call Boys, in city, demand.
I politely tell them that I’m not a Hindu Call Boy, like them.
I’m a social worker.
I don’t need money, moreover, by the grace of Eishan.
If they need me to satisfy and get satisfied by fucking, I do also need to fuck a lot of beautiful Musalmān women in my life span, married and unmarried, since I’m a hyper sexual, not a normal man.
After Āyeshah Siddīqah, my first experience of my Social Service started like this:
In my own neighborhood, there were several extremely beautiful Musalmān women so young, but what to do when they had an ugly Musalmān hubby.
We started to speak a lot casually.
Whenever I came to home, through the walls, I always hear yelling between them and their incompetent Musalmān husbands.
I couldn’t make out what was being said but I knew he was an ass.
Her name was also beautiful, as she, herself was.
It was Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb.
She always used to wear a nightie.
One day I came home and Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was carrying groceries.
She looked like she was having trouble.
Therefore, I offered my assistance, took one of them, and helped her into her flat.
I put the bag on the table, and while she took off her hair band and untied her hair, she asked me if I was busy.
When I said no, she asked me to stay for a while.
I agreed and she told me to go and have a seat on the couch.
I went into the living room and sat down.
At that point, every sexual feeling about her, shot back into my head. Every time I looked at her beautiful Musalmān tits, every time I looked at her big extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, every time I imagined her lips and tongue on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It all came back at that moment.
My Hindu heart started racing,
The pounding of my Hindu heart was so loud that I am sure she could have heard it if she was sitting next to me.
My palms started sweating and even my hands started shaking somewhat.
I knew at this moment I wanted to fuck Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb very much.
When she came into the room, she was wearing her nightie.
Her Beautiful Årab Musalmān legs were slightly exposed and her beautiful Musalmān tits were almost visible through the material.
We started talking about general things like movies.
Slowly the conversation moved toward her relationship with her husband.
She told me that he often yelled at her and I told her that I could hear it through the wall.
She looked at me for a second.
At that very moment, we established an unspoken trust between us.
We talked for a little while longer and during our conversation, she said she was unhappy with her husband.
I looked at her in surprise and Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb just laughed.
I was looking around the room to hide my embarrassment and while I was looking away, she asked me why my hand was shaking.
I said I was in passion.
She looked at me and she asked why.
I smiled and looked at her.
My left leg was stiff.
I then said,
“I am sorry if I embarrassed you. I think I should go.”
Before she could answer, I stood up and went toward the door.
When I got there, I turned around and she was still sitting on the couch looking at me with a confused look on her face.
At that moment, I knew that this was going to be one of those somewhat rare moments in my life, that I know, are going to be remembered forever, and shape the kind of person I was going to be.
I turned around and gathered all of my courage and said,
“I want you”.
She didn’t say anything.
She just smiled.
I walked back to the couch and sat next to her.
I raised my hand and ran it through her hair.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb closed her eyes and bent her neck back.
I leaned in and kissed her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān neck.
I dragged my tongue over the area that I was kissing.
I could feel her start to breathe heavier.
I felt her hand on my chest, and felt the sensation as she lowered it to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She initially rubbed it, but then she started squeezing through my pants.
I then raised my Hindu lips to hers and placed a soft Hindu kiss on her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān lips, tasting the sweetness of her lips.
Our tongues touched.
She closed her mouth and grabbed my tongue with her lips.
Then Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb started moving her head back and forth as if she was giving my tongue head.
I started to laugh, which made her laugh.
I thought to myself “Thanks Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”
When I sat down again, and looked in to her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān eyes, she gave me an impish smile.
I put my one hand on her beautiful Musalmān tits and slowly started to press it.
I asked her to stand up there.
Then I grabbed the top of her nightie and with one lift, I opened her dress.
I spread the sides of the material and I saw the amazing 32size big beautiful Musalmān tits, Very big with the beautiful nipples.
I stayed there for a while, using my ravenous male Hindu lips and tongue on her nipples.
I extended my tongue to lick them and making her moan even more heavily,
“aaaaah aaaaaah ooooooh ummmm m aaaah aaaaaah Allaaaaaah! ummmmm aaaaaaaah kiss me.”
I started kissing them.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb continued to moan,
“ummmmmm ah ah ah ohh aaaaah aaaaaaaaaah ummmmmm.”
I moved my hands to her beautiful Årab Musalmān boobs and started fondling them.
They were too soft.
They were looking stunning.
Again, I kissed them hard and let her cry with pleasure.
It seemed that Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was unable to hold on and urged me to fuck her but I did not want it so earlier.
I moved farther down to kiss her stomach and sexy navel.
I was exploring the region of sexy cuts of her legs.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was shivering with the touch of my hot wet lips on her tummy, and started moving her beautiful Årab Musalmān buttocks back and forth fast.
Without intermission, I moved my lips.
Suddenly her legs started trembling.
I held her butts giving support. Deep moans came out of her throat,
“ooohhh ooohhh aaahh aaaaaaaauuh oooooohhh”
And she came.
After some time, her breathing became normal.
My passionate male Hindu kisses started to arouse her again.
I made her tummy wet with my lips.
She liked my way of arousing her. I moved down her legs and to her toes.
I made the sexy Årab Musalmān babe, Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb, making sexy sounds.
I moved up kissing her knees and beautiful Årab Musalmān thighs over her housecoat.
As I reached her right thigh, I could hold on after smelling the aroma of her Årab Musalmān womanhood and planted a kiss over her Årab Musalmān Pussy.
She moaned, “ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh”,
And cried,
“What are you doing?”
I was stunned to look at the whiteness of her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān legs.
I moved it further and saw her fully wet pink silky panty.
Wow what a sight.
Due to her orgasm, it had a thick layer of cum over it.
The cum was also rolling down her legs, and wetting the floor.
Few drops of cum was dropping down leaving a thread behind.
I waited and smelled the sexy aroma of her Årab Musalmān Pussy right above her panty.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was standing with her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān eyes closed and experiencing the unexplainable pleasure.
As I stopped, Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb opened her eyes staring at me.
I was eagerly looking for her Årab Musalmān Pussy.
As I leaned forward to flower a kiss, she interrupted and asked,
“What are you doing?”
I explained her that I would be kissing her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān Pussy.
She said,
“Are you mad? Is it possible?”
This poor Årab Musalmān babe didn’t know the pleasure of kissing Årab Musalmān Pussy even in her age.
First, she didn’t agree but later she agreed.
I was standing on my knees lifting her housecoat waiting for kissing her Årab Musalmān Pussy.
The first touch of my Hindu male lips in her life on her Årab Musalmān Pussy brought a deep cry from her throat,
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”
I started moving my lips slowly on her panty up to down letting her cry with more great pleasure.
I left the housecoat letting it fall over my head hiding me under it.
I placed the hands on her beautiful Årab Musalmān butts giving the support.
Thereby Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was again hot to have her second orgasm.
I moved my lips in a circular motion on her Årab Musalmān Pussy lips, which brought more pleasures to her.
I continued raising her to climax and releasing her load.
She was about to fall but I supported her butts.
I continued.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was breathing heavily.
She said,
“Durgesh, You really brought pleasure to me today. My husband never kisses my Årab Musalmān Pussy. Actually, I was not aware of the pleasure of my Årab Musalmān Pussy being kissed. “
She begged for laying her on bed but I still refused.
I was still kissing her Årab Musalmān Pussy lips.
Then I moved my Hindu hands on her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān butts vigorously.
I kissed her buttocks, making her moan,
“ oooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu cccccccccccccc hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I made back and forth motion, first slowly, and then fast; giving her pleasure to ecstasy.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb’s Årab Musalmān Cunt was again flowing giving me indication of her third orgasm.
She loaded.
I once more made her to cum. She was totally exhausted because of her orgasms, one after another.
I stood up and kissed her juicy lips. I removed her housecoat.
Now Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb darling was in panty only.
She was looking terribly sexy.
I asked her to take out my clothes and love me.
She started unbuttoning my shirt one by one and kissing me same time, kissing my male Hindu lips.
She removed my shirt in full and thereafter my baniyan too.
She shifted her beautiful Årab Musalmān lips to my neck and started kissing me.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb too started licking me with her tongue.
I liked her style.
She took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth, and making circular motions on it, she was arousing me.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was making me wet with her warm impatient Årab Musalmān lips.
She moved to my navel, making back and forth motion of her tongue, as if she is fucking me.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb moved her hand to the belt and undid my trouser.
She was amazed to see my big sized erected Uncut Hindu Penis under my underwear.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb removed my trousers completely and undid my underwear.
She was amazed to see my 8-inch Uncut Hindu Dick and exclaimed ooooohhhhh, its soooo… Big.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb told me that her husband’s cut Musalmān dick was just 5 inch.
I was happy to hear it, as I would be tearing her Årab Musalmān Pussy, with my 8-inch Uncut Hindu Dick.
She was frightened.
However, I relaxed her and asked her to be comfortable.
She held my Uncut Hindu Dick in her beautiful Årab Musalmān hand. Her small palm was unable to encircle it completely.
She started moving it up and down and made me almost moaning.
I asked her to suck my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was amazed to hear it, as she never did it before with her foolish Musalmān husband.
She was staring at me.
I again asked her to suck it hard. “You are too dirty.” Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb charged me,
“How can I suck your dirty Uncut Hindu Dick?”
I really smiled on her innocence and abused her foolish Musalmān husband for fucking such a sexy Årab Musalmān babe plain.
I asked her to do it.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb said that she would try.
She sat down on her knees, in front of my Uncut Hindu Dick, and stared at it.
She looked at me and extended her beautiful Musalmān tongue on my red-hot Hindu tool.
Oooohhhh what a great pleasure!!!!!
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb started sucking my Hindu tool making me more erotic.
She took it all into her Årab Musalmān mouth.
I was in heaven.
I could not believe it that Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was sucking my big Uncut Hindu Dick.
She too liked my Uncut Hindu tool and started more vigorously in and out.
I felt tensing up and ready for my orgasm.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was moving her head fast and I was about to cum.
I cried,
“Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb, I am cccuuummmiiinnnggg.”
I held her head and came into her mouth.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was shocked at my intense Hindu orgasm.
She took all my Hindu cum.
Some drops fell on her face and some on her big beautiful Årab Musalmān boobs.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb licked me clean.
She, for the first time in her life, sucked an Uncut Hindu Dick and tasted my Hindu cum.
She thanked me for giving her new experiences and more pleasure. She stood up and kissed my male Hindu lips.
We again began exploring each other’s mouth.
She hugged me tightly pressing her extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān boobs on my Hindu male chest.
What a pleasure!!!!
She shivered, and as she pressed closer against me, I could feel her nipples harden against me.
She retaliated by drawing circles with her nails on the small of my back, driving sparks up my spine and down into my Hindu groin.
I lifted her up with her big butts, brought her near bed and threw her on bed.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb too liked my Hindu male aggressiveness.
I came over her and kissed on her boobs.
The boobs were straight and not at all sagging, protruding like a rocket.
I was dying to kiss them.
I lowered down and started kissing.
I was fondling the other boob.
She cried to slow me down.
However, I didn’t pay heed and continuously kissed it all.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was crying in pain and pleasure.
I moved down and kissed her navel and then her Årab Musalmān Pussy over her panty.
I put my Hindu hand into her panty and ripped it off.
Her clean- white 40-year-old Årab Musalmān Pussy was in front of me.
I never saw such an eager Årab Musalmān Pussy, for my Uncut Hindu Penis, in my life.
It was for the first time I was looking at those pink colored vertical Årab Musalmān labial lips.
I moved down and planted a kiss over it, this time directly on the skin.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb spread her legs to let me play with it.
My lips soon explored the lower limits of her lips and I ran the tip up and down their edges without parting them.
Then, I kissed her just a little inside.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was moaning.
Her legs fell further apart, and her hand on my head urged me onward.
Soon I was bold enough to run my lips around her Årab Musalmān Vagina, Just pushing on the edge.
Then I worked up to the base of her Årab Musalmān Clitoris.
It just peeked out from her Årab Musalmān labial lips, with a pink tip.
I kissed the base on the left first, then over to the right.
Then I tried circling the base.
Her Årab Musalmān Clitoris began to twitch, her hand was pressing a little firmer, and her moans indicated I wasn’t off base.
Soon I ran my lips from the base up to the tip and then kissed over the tip from left to right, right to left.
Her fingers tightened in my hairs and she started rhythmically pulling me to her.
As my lips circled her Årab Musalmān Clitoris and I started kissing deeply, I eased my right hand up her left thigh on her gorgeous Årab Musalmān buttocks. They were soft, smooth silky and soon I could get down the crack to her gorgeous Årab Musalmān ass. She was getting very wet and I was waiting for that subtle change in flavor as her special glands secreted their fluid around the base of her Årab Musalmān Clitoris.
That was the signal that she was about to orgasm and I wanted to see if she could get up to a true plateau and hold that orgasmic sensation for 10 minutes or more.
I alternated kissing hard and deep and pressing firmly with my lips on the tip of her Årab Musalmān Clitoris with backing off and blowing down the clitoral shaft, gently massaging her Årab Musalmān anus, and reaching up with my left hand to feel her breasts.
I circled it with one finger and then gently squeezed it with three fingers in time with kissing her Årab Musalmān Clitoris.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb began arching her back and her pelvic thrusts grew more vigorous and faster.
She was sighing deeply and her hand relaxed a little on my hair indicating I shouldn’t drive her through her fourth orgasm.
After three or four minutes, her Årab Musalmān Clitoris started twitching and I knew she was entering her fourth orgasm,
and so backed slightly off.
Soon her hand urged me back to her Årab Musalmān Clitoris and I kissed vigorously while picking up the pace with either hand.
Her moans, arching, bucking, and hand in my hair soon showed that things were going well and to her orgasm.
I shifted up and started kissing her lips.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb urged me to fuck her hard.
I said ok to her.
I got up and placed my Uncut Hindu Dick between her Årab Musalmān Pussy lips.
As Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was well lubricated with her multiple orgasm, there was no need to apply any oil even.
I tried to push my Uncut Hindu Dick into her Årab Musalmān Pussy but could not do it.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb moved her hands down and made her Årab Musalmān Pussy lips open with her own hands.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Dick and she cried.
It was half way in and Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was screaming heavily.
I placed my male Hindu lips on her female Årab Musalmān lips to suppress it and started sucking it.
I pushed further and it went inside fully.
Tears rolled down her cheek because of her tightness.
I slowly moved it in out and in, and made her Årab Musalmān Pussy flow more juices so as to lubricate properly.
After some strokes, Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb started enjoying the motion and responded by moving her gorgeous Årab Musalmān butt in unison with my Hindu thrusts.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb was moaning,
“ ahhh hohoooo say ahhhhh fuck me hard, Durgesh darling; ohhhhh ahhhhhhhh….. Ooooooohhh oddddddddhhhhhhhhhhhhhh please fuck me.”
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb moaned loudly,
“Oh ohhhhhh you Muslimahs bitches fucker Hindu, fuck me ahh h oohhh ohhhhhh plllsssss ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I am Cumming ahhhhhhhhha!Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah!”
And she came.
I was still far from cumming.
I continuously fucked Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb.
She again started moving fast,
“Aahhhhhhhhhhh oahaohhh hhhhhhh!!!!!!Wowwwww aaaaamm aaaaammmmm!!!!!”
Ultimately, after what seemed to be an endless time, we came simultaneously.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb’s Årab Musalmān Pussy was filled now with my Hindu juice and her own Årab Musalmān juices.
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb hugged me tightly.
Thus, I made her cum for the fifth time.
We started regaining the breaths.
After 10 minutes, we got up.
She went to the bathroom.
After some time, she was back from the bathroom.
I made her lay on the bed and inserted my Uncut Hindu Dick again in it.
She said, “Nnnnooooo.”
I relaxed her by saying that I have just put it in its proper place and won’t fuck her.
Then we started talking with each other about different things.
And, the topic moved towards her husband…
Al Islam Al Mustafah Al Waħāb said that her husband couldn’t satisfy her anytime and discharged always before getting her discharged, leaving her unsatisfied.
So, she has to use hair brush, candle sometimes vegetable to satisfy herself.
She thanked me for giving her satisfaction, which she couldn’t get elsewhere.
I said that I am also happy to play with her ….
That day we played the same game endlessly repeatedly…countless times.
Then I left her house….
We have had sex a lot of times after that…
Then the day came she introduced me to her one more beautiful female Årab Musalmān friend who was also badly in need of sex that I gave her in the same way endlessly.
They both brought their more friends, beautiful of course, Årab Musalmān of course, and so on.
Now, it is endless phenomena resulted in establishment of a Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire/Love Empire.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. The Extent
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
87. The everincreasing infinite lust
89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
22. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 