Sixty One Eighteen in love-7

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Kħadījah Akbar was a little surprised by the obvious intimate demonstration of how the sisters felt for one another.

It was almost unnatural the degree to which they took the kissing, yet Kħadījah Akbar couldn’t help but feel aroused.

Her nipples swelled and Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy started to tingle as she was riveted by the erotic scene.

The shower was a single room the size of a double garage tiled from floor to ceiling with two-inch squares of shiny white ceramic.

Along one wall, half a dozen silver showerheads stuck out from the wall overhead, and at waist level beneath them were single knobs.

There were five liquid soap dispensers mounted at shoulder level with one between each shower.

On the opposite wall were silver hooks for hanging towels or other things.

A plastic-lined hamper in one corner held used towels.

After hanging their fresh towels up, Åāýéshah Ůsmān walked up to the first shower.

Fātimah Ůsmān  had a devious plan in mind and waited, allowing Kħadījah Akbar to move in between them.

After adjusting the water temperature, they soaked their bodies, letting the warm stream to rinse the sweat away.

Kħadījah Akbar stood there with her head bent over, allowing the water to filter through her long blonde mane.

“Mind if I wash your back?” Fātimah Ůsmān asked.

Kħadījah Akbar’s head shook, indicating her willingness.

Her mind was on the thought of being with a man, hands roaming over her supple skin, lips sucking on the swollen, aching nipples before the hard tip of a man’s Uncut Hindu Cock pushed deeply into her wanting sex.

Had it not been for the twins flanking her, Kħadījah Akbar would’ve pressed a hand between her legs and fingered herself to a much-needed orgasm.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān heard the exchange and wasn’t about to be left out of the action.

As Fātimah Ůsmān  turned and pumped liquid soap into her hand, Åāýéshah Ůsmān did the same, both Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls lathering it up.

When Fātimah Ůsmān  turned toward Kħadījah Akbar her eyes met her sister’s and they silently agreed to share the instructor they both had quite strong feelings for.

Fātimah Ůsmān staked out Kħadījah Akbar’s left side as Åāýéshah Ůsmān claimed the right.

Suddenly four soapy hands were massaging the instructor’s tired shoulders and upper back.

It felt wonderful to her and she made her enjoyment known with soft, waterlogged sighs and moans.

While periodically refilling their palms with additional soap the welcome caresses continued down her back.

It felt so good to be touched like this, Kħadījah Akbar thought with a sigh.

They had such skilled fingertips that she silently wondered, especially after the deep tongue kiss, if they did things like this all the time to each other.

Why couldn’t she have had a sister like one of them?

Did the sisters shower together, and rub one another’s bodies?

If they kissed lips, did they also tongue the “other” lips?

Why was she even thinking of such things?

Yet the more she did the hotter she became.

The needy warmth in her loins grew, Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt moistening with juice in anticipation as both nipples flared with excitement.

Once the hands soaped her lower back they returned to her shoulders, leaving Kħadījah Akbar wanting for more but suspecting she wouldn’t get it.

After dispensing more soap they moved to her front, rubbing down her upper chest before lowering to her breasts.

When their loving fingers encompassed both swells, all was lost.

The soap acted as a lubricant, as much for her mind as for her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

The hands glided all over the bare tits, palms and fingers pinching and squeezing the entire slick surfaces.

Two hands caressed each tit over and over, fingertips briefly swirling on top of and around the hardened nipples.

Kħadījah Akbar couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to be touched by the sisters who were so thoroughly washing her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

The warmth in her loins surged into a fiery passion.

When her eyes opened and her head turned towards Fātimah Ůsmān in an expression of thanks, the twin kissed her lips.

Kħadījah Akbar had never kissed another Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman before but there was no hesitation in the embrace as tongues anxiously entwined in deep, desperate kisses.

The hands slowly inched lower over her flat belly.

Fātimah Ůsmān’s fingers were then sifting through the thin, narrow patch of tangled curls just above Kħadījah Akbar’s Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, which was now aching with want.

The puffy lips were partially opened, making it easy for a finger to dip into the moist, warm valley between them.

Fātimah Ůsmān  probed her femininity and teased the enlarged nub of her clit.

With a loud gasp Kħadījah Akbar’s body stiffened and shuddered as joyous surges of pleasure enveloped her needy flesh.

The gasp was followed by moans as Fātimah Ůsmān maintained the stroking of her clit.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s fingers found her way there, a finger gently working into her wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

When the single digit found its way into the canal, a second joined in, stretching the opening wider.

After splashing water to wash away the last remnants of soap Fātimah Ůsmān’s lips locked onto Kħadījah Akbar’s left nipple.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān followed the lead, capturing the right.

They gave the aerobics instructor all the stimulation she could handle.

With two fingers fucking her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, another tweaking her clit, and both aching nubs being licked and sucked, she was a prisoner of her own desire.

A moth caught in the flame.

“Oh yes!” her voice weakly cried out, overwhelmed by the last thing she had ever expected.

Kħadījah Akbar gave in to the growing warmth of delight as it flooded her form.

She embraced the peals of pleasure erupting from deep within her loins.

Her wetness flowed, coating the welcome fingers invading her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān canal.

Soon the increasing passion built into a rising crescendo that had her on the very edge of orgasm.

“Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhh!” she weakly cried out.

Her exquisitely etched body clenched hard in sexual release.

As the twins maintained their touching and sucking, Kħadījah Akbar found herself in the throes of ecstasy.

She wildly shook in uncontained, unrestrained convulsions as all of the pent-up energy was released at once.

Juice flooded her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as her muscles tightened, her luscious form quaking in one earth-shattering explosion of passion unleashed.

When her stiff body went limp, the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls pulled away.

Kħadījah Akbar didn’t know what word of thanks to offer and only gave them a look, first at Fātimah Ůsmān, and then to Åāýéshah Ůsmān, with a smile and a thoughtful nod.

They smiled back, indicating their pleasure at having pleased her.

Quite content to have an audience, Fātimah Ůsmān moved behind Åāýéshah Ůsmān, and began washing her shoulders.

Her hands then worked their way down her front, hands squeezing on both perky breasts while tweaking the stiff, throbbing nipples.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān was once more alarmed as Fātimah Ůsmān  broke the golden rule once more by publicly showing sexual affection, but surrendered herself to the physical joy.

On impulse, Kħadījah Akbar pumped some soap into one palm, rubbed it into lather, and reached her hand between Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s thighs.

The older Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman had never touched another Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl before, and she found it to be strangely exciting.

The curiosity she’d had all her life was finally playing itself out.

Her soapy fingers gently rubbed over the rise of her hairless Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pubic mound before lightly caressing the velvety smooth outer folds.

After rubbing the length a middle finger pressed between them and into the warm feminine valley within.

Kħadījah Akbar could feel Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s body shuddering as if with great delight at being touched so intimately.

Of course she was familiar with female anatomy and easily found the bump of Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s clit, yet it also felt so odd as she stroked another Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She was suddenly filled with a desire to do so much more, but Fātimah Ůsmān  had a grip on both her sister’s breasts and was kneading them harshly.

The sight of the two sisters expressing their deep emotional affection for one another in this sexual act was as erotic as it was unnatural.

Their lips were tightly compressed, tongues wrestling in one another’s mouths.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s hands were rubbing her own taut lower belly, but then she blindly reached out for Kħadījah Akbar, finding her shoulders.

When Åāýéshah Ůsmān anxiously placed downward pressure on Kħadījah Akbar’s shoulders, her desire was quite clearly communicated.

Shaking with nervous apprehension the older Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman lowered to her knees.

In an impressive display of natural agility Åāýéshah Ůsmān raised her right leg, placing the bottom of the foot on the waist-high faucet and leaned back against Fātimah Ůsmān for support.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was very much exposed and accessible, and with trembling fingers, Kħadījah Akbar further separated the swollen labia and revealed the lush pink valley within.

Her tongue pressed against the tangy flesh and started exploring the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtā NamāzīSaåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She felt hands being wrapped around the back of her head, guiding her mouth where it was most desired, centered on the enlarged clit.

Recalling how the twins had satisfied her passion, Kħadījah Akbar worked two fingers into the tight, wet canal and began stretching the narrow opening.

Juice coated the fingers and soon they were plunging deeply into Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s steamy Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl began writhing quite strongly, encouraging Kħadījah Akbar to increase the pace and power of the thrusts.

For another few minutes, Kħadījah Akbar did her best to keep the two fingers ramming hard into her hot Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt while licking on and around the bump of sensitized flesh.

It was the strangest thing the instructor had ever done before yet it gave her an incredible sense of power as she engaged in the twisted act of love between twin sisters.

But it also made sense to her at some level, for why wouldn’t the two Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls be doing this to one another, pleasing one another as only another Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman truly could?

And then Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s body clenched hard.

Kħadījah Akbar could feel the added friction as the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt constricted around the fingers.

She could feel fresh juice as the wetness suddenly increased.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s form was wildly writhing, making it hard to keep her mouth on its target.

The twin’s voice was gasping aloud, thankfully muffled by the water running from three of the showers.

When the orgasm had run its course, the hands around her head gently pushed Kħadījah Akbar’s face away and the instructor rose back to her feet.

Fātimah Ůsmān  smiled at Kħadījah Akbar and then her gaze shifted down to her mouth, a hunger in those lovely eyes.

Without speaking a word, Fātimah Ůsmān turned her back to Kħadījah Akbar and leaned against her front.

When Fātimah Ůsmān’s head turned to the right and leaned back, Kħadījah Akbar understood.

She leaned her head forward, their lips embracing in a kiss that was immediately passionate as their eager tongues entwined.

Both hands reached around to Fātimah Ůsmān’s front, cupping and kneading the firm swells as thumbs and index fingers pinched on the hardened tips.

Although Kħadījah Akbar couldn’t see, she was pretty sure Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s face was buried between her sister’s parted thighs, feasting on her properly shaved little Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Her mind conjured up the erotic image of Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s darting tongue probing her sister’s slit and hungrily devouring the stiffened clit as two fingers anxiously slid in and out of the tight canal.

To see two sisters so much in love and so eager to demonstrate it was refreshing.

The efficiency of the pair was surprising, and within a few minutes Kħadījah Akbar felt Fātimah Ůsmān’s sexy form suddenly tighten.

Their lips separated as Fātimah Ůsmān  quietly cried out, her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body shaking with incredible force as it convulsed in spasms of sheer ecstasy.

For several seconds the quaking continued and Kħadījah Akbar held on tightly while squeezing the soft tits in her hands.

It may not have been the longest shower she had ever taken, but it was by far the most pleasurable and enlightening.

She’d known the twins for the past year and wondered from time to time if there was more between them than met the eye, and now she understood just how correct that sense had been.

Why they chosen to reveal that side of them to her she couldn’t be sure, but she was glad that they had.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān questioned in a pissed-off voice as they got into the car they shared.

“What was that all about anyway?”

Fātimah Ůsmān, whose turn it was to drive, pulled the seat belt across her waist and left shoulder.

“What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” Åāýéshah Ůsmān questioned in disbelief. “Hello! The shower, Kħadījah Akbar, us, all of it!”

Fātimah Ůsmān waved in a dismissive gesture and smiled.

“I saw how she reacted to the kissing; she was surprised but I think it was a turn-on for her.”

“Ammī warned us we have to be especially careful of showing how we feel for each other in public places, because some people wouldn’t understand how special we are to each other.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān reminded her of the family conversation they’d had following their eighteenth birthdays when their feelings for each other first became apparent.

Nādirah Ůsmān always praised Faith Freedom.Org, even though she was an ardent Muslimah, a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman actually.

“I am not in 100% agreement with the articles uploaded @ Faith Freedom.Org, yet they impress me very much.

Fātimah Ůsmān was surprised.

“Ammī, those articles are entirely against Islam.”

“So what?” Nādirah Ůsmān laughed, “Do you want to prove Åāýéshah Aħmad right that Musalmeen never grow up?”

Fātimah Ůsmān also laughed mischievously,

“What’s wrong in that article, Ammī? Åāýéshah Aħmad compared the Musalmeen with children. Well, I am proud of Åāýéshah Aħmad for her such a bold and brave comparison.”

Nādirah Ůsmān laughed again.

“So, you also think the Musalmeen never grow up?”

Fātimah Ůsmān winked at her brilliant Ammījān.

“If Musalmeen grew up ever, why the Musalmān Beauties were always, and even still now, are so shamelessly after eligible Hindu men?”

Nādirah Ůsmān smiled.

“You both are adults now. You both are PhD. Don’t you really understand why is it so?”

Åāýéshah Ůsmān intervened.

“We have our own conclusions, Ammī. But we want to hear from you. There must be some reason after all; you hate Musalmeen so much that you proposed a 61 year old Hindu, Durgesh, to your 18 years teen daughters too.”

Nādirah Ůsmān sighed.

“I never hate Musalmeen, darling.”

“What?”

“I sympathize with them.”

Fātimah Ůsmān smiled cunningly.

“Isn’t it more humiliating, more embarrassing, more mortifying, more shameful, more degrading, and more crushing, for the Musalmeen, Ammī, than only to hate them?”

“We should never hate the Musalmeen, my children; we Musalmān Beauties are also one of them.”

“How degrading, Ammī!”Fātimah Ůsmān said scornfully.

“They are the adamant incurable separatists, Ammī.”Åāýéshah Ůsmān charged the Musalmeen, “they believe in Live and let die, not in Live and let live.”

“If you peruse the Musalmeen impartially, impassively, you’ll find one cold and hard fact. Most of the Musalmeen are either illiterates or under educated men. The Islamic movement was a military movement, not an ideological one. That’s why it is defeated in India and that’s why the Western Culture also defeated it.”

Åāýéshah Ůsmān looked at Fātimah Ůsmān.

“I think our Ammījān is right.”

“I also think so.”Fātimah Ůsmān said, “Most of the Musalmān kings, Salātīn, and even Kħulfah were illiterates, or semi literates.”

“The Indian culture, i.e. Hindu culture I mean, was a scientific, democratic and thoroughly rational culture. Illiterate Islamic culture could never win it.”Nādirah Ůsmān told her daughters, “That’s why the West was defeated at first, but when the Hindu literature was translated into English, German and other languages, the West itself developed a scientific, democratic and thoroughly rational culture, like Hinduism. And defeated the military movement of Islam with its new ideological weapons.”***

Fātimah cried to herself as she lay in her bed.

“Oh not again!”

For the second night in a row, her body woke her up due to the tingling sensations in her lower body.

For the second night in a row, Fātimah woke up with a large, throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock pressing up between her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

Although she wore, pajama shorts and so did the owner of the Uncut Hindu Cock she could still feel it move with each breath.

Normally she wouldn’t mind having an erect penis in her bed.

At 18, she was always horny, it was one of the things her husband, Ålī, loved about her, but this Uncut Hindu Cock didn’t belong to him, it belonged to her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.

It was the holidays and Fātimah’s parents had invited her aunt and uncle down.

There were no spare rooms in the Al Kħadījah Al Durgesh household so Aunt Nīlofar and Uncle Kr’shñ used Fātimah’s room, while she shared with her parents in their king-sized double bed.

Aunt Nīlofar had already married a Hindu, Uncle Kr’shñ.

She was an ardent lover of Faith Freedom.Org.

Even Uncle Kr’shñ, though he was a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, criticized his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife, Nīlofar Qamar, for her obsession.

“If you are so impressed with the site, why do you still offer Panjvaqtā Namaz?”

Nīlofar Qamar smiled.

“Well, it keeps my beauty sharpened for you.”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” Uncle Kr’shñ looked at the audience helplessly.

“You Hindus love to bed with Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Beauties. Don’t you?” Aunt Nīlofar winked at Uncle Kr’shñ.

It had never really been a problem before, but that was because last time they shared a room Fātimah was a lot younger and problems like the one occurring now didn’t come up.

Fātimah sighed and tried to get back to sleep, but her Hindu father, Durgesh, shifted his position digging his rigid Uncut Hindu Cock harder up her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!!

These eversexiest Hindus!

And both her Ammījān and Kħālājān loved a Hindu in spite of so many protests from Ummat-e-Muslimah even.

Without thinking, as if by reflex, Fātimah pressed her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass back into her Hindu father’s crotch.

I let out a moan in my sleep and Fātimah suddenly realized what she did.

“Allah!” she whimpered, “what am I doing?”

She got out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom down the hall.

Once in she locked the door and splashed her face with cold water.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her short auburn hair framed her cute extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

Her pink string strap vest clung tightly to her pert, c-cup breasts, turning see through where the water from her face dripped down.

Fātimah stared deep into her green eyes.

“It’s your father, even if your Ammījān is not duly married to him. Even if it’s only a live in relationship. What are you doing?” she kept asking herself.

It had now been four days since she had been with Ålī, her husband, and it would be at least a week before she would get to see him again.

Fātimah’s parents knew she dated, but if they found out she was screwing Ålī every moment possible they would throw her out of the house for sure!

She looked at the clock in the bathroom, 8.10am.

No one was really an early riser during the holidays, but she felt wide-awake now and decided to run a bath.

Pulling off her shorts and top, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad slid into the hot soapy water and rubbed her body down getting it used to the temperature.

She enjoyed the feel of her soft smooth skin and before Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad knew it her hands were sliding up her inner thighs and her fingertips brushing her young Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

It was only when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad let out an involuntary moan she realized exactly what she was doing.

She couldn’t remember the last time Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had touched herself.

As soon as she had discovered Hindu boys 4 years ago, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad found it easy to get them to do things for her.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had no need to get herself off with boys so easy to control, and once Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad started going out with Ålī they fooled around and fucked each other whenever possible.

She could not understand why her parents wanted her not to screw Ålī even, while Ålī was her duly married husband.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had forgotten how good it felt to stroke her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy in the bath.

She kept herself clean-shaven.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad found guys were more trying to go down on her, with no hair in the way.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad did like to get eaten out.

But it was also when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad got wet she really got wet.

She loved the feeling of hands sliding all over her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips when slick with her juices.

Fātimah leant back against the bath and spread her legs.

She was even bending them so her knees stuck out of the water.

With two fingers, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad pressed them between her two lips easily sliding them deeper and deeper, until on her long strokes, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad found her tight Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

It was extremely hot, hotter than the water of the bath and Fātimah felt her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy almost suck her two fingers inside her.

It wasn’t long before Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was sliding them in and out all the way up to her knuckle and about to add a third finger, stretching herself, as she finger fucked her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her free hand went from tugging and pinching her erect nipples to playing with her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Fātimah was moaning and panting as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh, Ålī!” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad moaned as she plunged her fingers as deep as she could, curving them to brush her g-spot.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad smiled to herself as the image of her husband fucking her drove her to pump her fingers harder and faster; imagining they were Ålī’s limp cut Musalmān Cock.

Any worries of waking up the rest of the house were forgotten, as the water was splashed about.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad bit her lower lip as she felt her orgasm approaching trying to stifle her screams.

Faster and faster Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad pumped, in her mind looking down her tight body seeing that wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock sliding in and out she once seen fucking her Ammījān out.

Eventually Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had to bite down on her fist to quiet her screams as her whole body started to shake.

Fātimah let her eyes wander up the body of the guy fucking her Ammījān, loving the feelings rushing through her body, but when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad got to the face it wasn’t that of Ålī smiling back at her, it was that of her Hindu father, Durgesh.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! No!” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad cried, but she was too far-gone and it felt so good.

Her orgasm rushed through her as the image of her Hindu father leaning over her thrusting my large Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was front of her mind.

Fātimah felt a stream of juices flow from her used Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and the familiar muscle spasms that followed any extreme cum that had her squirt.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad didn’t squirt every time she came, but when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad did it was the most exhilarating experience.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah, Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah.” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad murmured again and again. “My own Hindu father… No, it was just in my imagination, it doesn’t mean anything!”

Fātimah let out a sigh and sunk lower into the bath, planning on staying until kicked out.

A short while after a knock came at the bathroom door.

“Are you almost done in there?”

It was Fātimah’s uncle.

“Yeah I’ll be right out.” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad called back.

Wrapping a towel around herself Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad unlocked the door and walked past him.

He was standing a little too close for comfort and he pressed into her as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad passed.

“Was he checking me out?” she asked herself as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad walked into her room totally forgetting to knock.

What Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad saw when she looked inside made her gasp out loud.

Her father in his sleep had kicked off the covers and was now lying on his back.

Fātimah could easily see the large Uncut Hindu rod that was my Uncut Hindu Cock outlined by my shorts, but it wasn’t that which had made her gasp.

It was so long that it was poking out over the top of the waist band, almost reaching my belly button.

Fātimah felt her mouth begin to water, then cursing herself for thinking that way about her father, even if not real father, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad silently left the room before knocking loudly and waiting for her parents to wake up.

“Yeah come in its ok.” they mumbled.

This time as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad entered she saw that I had pulled the covers up hiding myself from her view and her Ammījān was sitting up too.

“You’re gonna have to leave dad, I want to get dressed.”

“What? Oh, yeah fine.”

Fātimah watched smiling a little, as I tried to get out of the bed and grab a towel without showing off my Hindu arousal.

Fātimah wasn’t sure, whether it was she that was having this effect on me or if it was just the presence of her Ammījān.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad intended to find out before things got carried away.

She wanted the big Uncut Hindu tool, she had just seen, inside her.

That night before bed, Fātimah’s Ammī, Kħadījah, had said she felt she was coming down with something.

Not wanting to pass on an illness to her husband and daughter Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad went to sleep on the sofa leaving Fātimah and her dad in the bed alone.

We were in bed, both lying on our backs, Fātimah in shorts and t-shirt, I in just my shorts again waiting for sleep to hit.

Fātimah brought up the subject,

“So is it me?”

“What?” I asked a little gravely.

“Is it me that gets you hard or just the fact you’re missing sex at present at least?”

My eyes hardened on her.

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about!”

I turned away from her signaling the end of the conversation.

Fātimah just sighed and rolled over too deciding to wait until the inevitable happened.

Sure enough a couple of hours later Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad awoke from her nice dream feeling the throb of My Uncut Hindu Cock against her lower back.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! It feels even bigger!” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad moaned to herself torn between enjoying the feeling of the huge Uncut Hindu Cock pressed against her and waking up I to talk about the cause.

Morality won over and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad shook me awake rolling me onto my back.

“Wha? What is it?” I moaned.

“This.” Fātimah replied patting the large tent in the duvet, ignoring the twinge of excitement from her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad did so.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad pulled the duvet away from us both so there was nothing hiding my arousal.

“Now is this because of me or not?” she shouted.

“NO!” I almost scolded her, noticing for the first time how good Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad actually looked in the dim lighting. “I just haven’t… you know… for a while.”

“You can say wank you know, we both know all guys do it dad.”

I was not shocked at Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s use of language and my Uncut Hindu Cock gave an involuntary twitch.

“OK, well I haven’t been able to wank recently what with all the family being here and you obviously know your Ammījān and I haven’t… for a while and I’m now sharing a room with you.”

I didn’t notice how Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s eyes hadn’t left my Hindu crotch since the duvet had been pulled away.

Chapter 8

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

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

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

51. The everbest wives-1

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

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

74. Ammī the competent

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

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Sixty One Eighteen in love-6

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

When I arrived home, the twin girls were busy in the kitchen supervising the preparation of dinner.

Their Ammī, Nādirah Ůsmān, dreaded the day when they would leave and start lives of their own.

With their second year of college almost finished, that day would soon be coming.

Their Ammī, Nādirah Ůsmān, was a drifter her husband had taken in.

He knew it was risky, but she was a beautiful young dark-haired Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman that oozed of mystery and intrigue.

He couldn’t resist.

A year later, Nādirah Ůsmān gave birth to their twins, and a few months later disappeared.

She turned up from time to time, making overtures about a custody battle, but he knew she just wanted money.

Well, he was also not a fool.

He managed Nādirah Ůsmān to introduce with me.

Nādirah Ůsmān proposed him that he could pay her in kinds if he wants.

“How?” Ramzān knew very well what Nādirah Ůsmān was after, yet he pretended to be a fool.

“Adjust Durgesh for me.”

Ramzān happily obliged Nādirah Ůsmān.

The only thing Ramzān hadn’t anticipated, was that Nādirah Ůsmān took both his daughters Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān,  from him, and managed the events in such a way that now I was their legal guardian, not their real father, Ramzān.

After that, Nādirah Ůsmān disappeared again.

Initially, she turned up several times a year, but that tapered off and now Ramzān hadn’t seen her for the past six years and doubted she ever would.

The girls had their Ammī, Nādirah Ůsmān’s hair; long, silky soft, and black.

They let it grow out, and now it reached down so far that it veiled their shapely extremely graceful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

They always wore the same clothing, and this evening I found them in a pair of tiny light gray cotton workout shorts and matching sports bras.

Since they appeared not to have heard me enter the house, I snuck up behind Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān and sharply slapped each one on their ass with a loud smack.

Both girls jumped and shrieked in terror.

Fātimah Ůsmān spun around and playfully threatened me with a table knife while Åāýéshah Ůsmān repeatedly slapped me on my lap in a defensive gesture.

“Very funny, Hindu Daddy!” Fātimah Ůsmān exclaimed in feigned anger.

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān added. “We’ll get you back, we all know it.”

“Promises, promises,” I responded in a dismissive tone that irked the twins even more.

After things calmed down and the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls returned to their chores, I approached Fātimah Ůsmān from behind and gave her a big bear hug.

“What was your day like, sweetie?”

“After our Lit class, we went to the gym and did our aerobics routine, hit the tanning salon for a while, and then studied at the library. When we got home we started supervising dinner being prepared, and here we are.”

I knew I only had to ask one, because they did everything together.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls were inseparable.

When they dated, which was rare, they only double-dated.

Guys that couldn’t deal with that requirement were quickly dumped.

“So, were we naughty or nice?” I asked.

Fātimah Ůsmān giggled because she knew the little game I played with them.

If they said they were naughty, I was rough.

If they were nice, then I was gentle.

But tonight Fātimah Ůsmān was definitely in a wild mood and she responded appropriately.

“Daddy, I was very naughty,” she revealed in an answer that emphasized ‘very’ and indicated her current desire.

My head leaned down and nuzzled the base of her soft, scented neck.

I savored the aroma as my mouth kissed and nibbled on the warm skin.

She squealed in delight as the tickling sensation sent tingling warmth through her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

At the same time, my hands reached around and slipped beneath the sports bra.

My hands fully cupped the smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and squeezed on them lovingly, until the nipples swelled and hardened.

Once erect, I grasped them between my thumbs and fore-fingers.

Since she admitted to being a ‘very naughty’ Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl I roughly pinched and twisted on the rubbery nubs.

Her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body tensed as sharp stinging jolts of pain were felt from the anticipated abuse.

Almost immediately hot wetness seeped from her aroused Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as she enjoyed the odd mixture of pain and pleasure.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls loved it when I came home in a good mood, like tonight.

I divided my time equally between them, never favoring one over the other.

Knowing this Åāýéshah Ůsmān ignored the embrace I shared with Fātimah Ůsmān, knowing that sI would have me next.

“Oww, okay, okay,” Fātimah Ůsmān complained when her nipples had gotten too sore. “I promise I’ll be a good Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl for my Hindu daddy tomorrow.”

I briefly bit down on her soft neck and gave her sore nipples a final twist before retreating.

Once I did, my full attention was on Åāýéshah Ůsmān.

She turned away from me and faced the counter, and as always, I came from behind and embraced her in a bear hug as well.

“So, were we naughty or nice?” I asked.

“Daddy, Fātimah Ůsmān’s the only one that ever admits to being naughty,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān said in a playful voice. “You know I like it gentle. That rough stuff doesn’t do it for me.”

“Give it a try sometime, you might like it,” Fātimah Ůsmān challenged her as she took over the chores where Åāýéshah Ůsmān had left off.

“Well? Were we naughty or nice?” I repeated, giving her an opportunity to change her usual declaration.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān giggled and remained evasive for several seconds.

I leaned my head down, nuzzled her neck, and gave her a sample of both ends of the spectrum.

At first, I gently kissed and licked the wonderfully scented Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān skin, and then roughly nibbled for a moment.

“I’m trying to remember,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān whimpered sheepishly as she was curious about being naughty but too unsure fully to commit.

My hands reached around and pushed beneath the sports bra.

My hands fully enveloped her warm swells of silky flesh and light fondled them.

After her nipples swelled and hardened I at first rubbed on them gently, and then grasped them between my thumbs and forefingers.

I pinched and twisted on the erect peaks increasingly harder, until I treated them as roughly as I had Fātimah Ůsmān.

I wasn’t sure if she tolerated pain better and enjoyed the sharp stinging jolts, or if she had accepted Fātimah Ůsmān ‘s challenge and was trying to hold out longer than her sibling.

I felt her supple Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body as it tensed and jerked with each painful twist, and listened as her voice announced displeasure but not the key words that would bring it to a stop.

I was treating her just as roughly as Fātimah Ůsmān and was surprised by her reaction.

It was the first time Åāýéshah Ůsmān tried it rough.

Just as Fātimah Ůsmān found immediate pleasure from the mix of tingling warmth from my mouth and stinging jolts of pain, she too found herself strangely attracted to the incomprehensible melding.

Not only did a fire suddenly ignite in her belly, but a surprising flood of essence oozed from within and dampened her panties.

It was erotic and delightful, and even though her nipples loudly protested, Åāýéshah Ůsmān never gave in.

“You’ll be a good Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl for your Hindu daddy tomorrow,” I finally declared as I pulled away and avoided a situation where it might be interpreted that I spent more time with one than the other.

They were always competitive for personal time with me and fiercely jealous.

“You didn’t touch us down there!” Åāýéshah Ůsmān complained as her lips upturned in a childish pout. “You get us started and then don’t follow through?”

“You two worked so hard to prepare such a wonderful dinner I didn’t want it ruined,” I quickly explained, providing a logical reason in place of the fact that I didn’t feel like starting something I was too tired to follow through with.

Fātimah Ůsmān added “Daddy’s right. It looks great and I’m famished. Let’s eat first and see if we can talk him into playing with us afterwards.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

The one night I come home tired and the twins are all revved up and ready to go. “I’m sure you two have assignments to work on.”

“But its Friday!” they both shouted in unison so that to me it sounded like a blast of stereo at a most decidedly uncomfortable decibel level.

“That’s what Sundays are for,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān added.

“Yeah,” Fātimah Ůsmān agreed. “Come on, daddy, pretty please!”

I caved in, as usual.

I loved the twins and hated to disappoint them.

“You Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls get dinner on the table while I catch up on e-mail. Give a yell when it’s ready. After we eat, and after I watch the local and national evening news, maybe we can get something going.”

My statement was followed by piercing shrieks of excitement.

In my wake, the twins high-fived one another enthusiastically.

It had been almost two weeks since they last talked me into playing with them, and both of them knew where it would lead.***

Sleep almost overcame me as I half-listened to the national headlines.

Although I’d had a good day at work, it had been long and demanding.

The twins must have noticed my behavior, because moments later Fātimah Ůsmān  approached, lightly tapped my right leg, and presented a large plastic cup filled to the brim with a drink.

I eyed the concoction, and then looked over at her suspiciously.

“Please, daddy,” she pleaded with me. “We’ve been very patient, you have to admit. But we’ve been so lonely lately.”

I looked from her sparkling green eyes, down to the frozen drink, and back to her cute Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

I knew I’d been consumed by work lately and mentally concurred that I had been denying them my time, even if it had been denied equally.

Tomorrow was Saturday and a day I could sleep in and recover from whatever indiscretions the night offered.

Fātimah Ůsmān continued her whimpered pleas, and tipped the bottom of the cup towards my lips.

I relented and swallowed a large gulp.

The bitter reaction on my face said it all as I could barely force it down, and when I did it burned a trail I would not soon forget.

“What the hell…” I said in a choked voice that quickly failed me.

“Daddy’s awake.” I wasn’t quite sure what was going on when I heard Fātimah Ůsmān’s statement, until they were joined by Åāýéshah Ůsmān.

“That’s not fair. Daddy took a drink for Fātimah Ůsmān, but not for me.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān tipped the bottom of the cup up and I reluctantly swallowed what remained.

It was the strongest drink I’d ever ingested.

After a few moments, I felt a sense of light-headed euphoria sweep over me.

As I leaned, back in the recliner and enjoyed the buzz the teetering cup was snatched from my hand.

I grasped the armrest and held on tight as the room slowly rotated around me.

I wanted to scold the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls for doing this to me but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“This is for you, daddy,” their sweet voices announced in unison. “Relax and enjoy.”

As a news anchor reported on a new wave of suicide bombings in the Middle East, the zipper of my pants was lowered, my belt unfastened, and the pants button popped free.

Two sets of soft fingers reached inside the opening, and the incredible sensations I experienced as a result were indescribable.

My eversensitive Uncut Hindu Penis immediately hardened and stood erect as fingers caressed my ticklish balls and stroked the steel-hard shaft and rounded tip.

I softly groaned and squirmed from the tickling that they both knew drove me crazy.

A hot mouth fully encompassed my swollen Hindu tip.

A tongue lightly fluttered over the bulbous head as Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips enveloped and sucked on one ball, and then the other.

A smile formed on my lips as the Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān twins, both sweet eighteen, coordinated their efforts once again.

My totally relaxed 61 year old Hindu body sank into the recliner as the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls went to work.

It was the most incredible feeling ever, and the alcohol that numbed my mind and coursed through my veins also intensified the delightful sensations their efforts generated.

I should have been furious, but the stress melted away like butter on a grill and fully exposed my center.

Their mouths hungrily assaulted the core that remained.

There was no noticeable difference between their mouths.

It was as if it was one with two sets of Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips, two tongues, and two sets of dragging teeth.

Within only a few brief moments, my Hindu semen started to rise.

I tried mentally to command it down but my sensitized head quickly advanced the impending orgasm.

I gave in to its furious rage.

My voice grunted aloud as I ejaculated hot missiles of misguided semen.

They struck the lips and faces of the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls, who challenged one another as their mouths attempted to capture more than the other.

“I won,” Fātimah Ůsmān announced as she devoured a thick wad of my Hindu semen that she had expertly captured, but her brief victory was quickly contested by Åāýéshah Ůsmān whose tongue had also captured an equally impressive milky orb.

“I swallowed more,” Åāýéshah Ůsmān taunted as she gulped down an offering of thick seed that formed a milky web between her upper and lower lips even as she smiled victoriously. “It’s still warm, too.”

“Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls, please,” I said as I placed myself between them protectively. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”

They taunted one another with teasing faces, and then suddenly lunged forward.

Their warm tongues extended and licked the drying Hindu semen off one another’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān faces enthusiastically.

Once the final treat was devoured, their mouths locked and their tongues passionately struggled in a duel for domination that neither would win but both would enjoy.

“I’ll make you cum first!” Fātimah Ůsmān challenged, as both the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls were fully aroused and unwilling to settle for anything less than a well-deserved and long overdue orgasm.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān didn’t answer, but both the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls pulled one another to the floor and quickly moved into a sixty-nine position as they’d done several times before.

In one swift motion, they eagerly pushed the matching light gray workout shorts and white panties down beneath each other’s knees, and their supple thighs parted.

My eyes multiplexed and watched both the news and their intimate coupling.

I could really see their personalities play out.

Fātimah Ůsmān  was very aggressive and was on top, while Åāýéshah Ůsmān was more reserved and found herself on the floor.

However, they were both competitive in their own way, especially when it came to me.

I suspected they were going at it more for my benefit than their own, and would be surprised if I knew that I was entirely wrong.

Almost immediately Fātimah Ůsmān’s tongue and lips skillfully dipped between Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s juicy outer folds and laid siege to the hooded clitoris.

A middle finger worked its way inside the tight canal and began a slow finger-fucking.

After she loosened up a bit, a second finger joined the first.

Fātimah Ůsmān’s efforts created overwhelming delight and Åāýéshah Ůsmān groaned aloud and wildly writhed on the beige carpet.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān made a half-hearted attempt at stimulating the pink folds that hovered just above her mouth but her sister’s intense attention had Åāýéshah Ůsmān breathless.

She found herself unable to do anything more than receive the blessings of pleasure that stoked the tingling fire in her loins.

The two fingers thrust faster and harder as Fātimah Ůsmān’s mouth focused all attention on her sister’s tiny nub despite the twitching of their Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bodies.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān cupped her own breasts and grasped the still-sore nipples between her fingers, pulling and twisting on them until slight twinges of pain added to the wondrous misery that filled her flesh.

Wetness oozed steadily from her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and smeared on Fātimah Ůsmān ‘s fingers, mouth, and chin.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s soft moaning increased in both frequency and volume as an impending orgasm loomed closer and closer.

She writhed on the carpet as her wavering voice announced the arrival of sexual release.

I watched as her lithe, athletic Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body jerked and twitched in spasms of ecstasy.

Fātimah Ůsmān  gave no sign of letting up as she frantically sucked and finger-fucked her twin, keeping her mouth pressed against the constantly moving Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

A final surge of essence coated her cute Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face, and Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s intense movements quieted as the orgasm dissipated.

Her moaning was replaced by breathless gasping as she tried to regain her lost breath.

Fātimah Ůsmān  moved into a sitting position and looked down at her sister with a wide grin on her cute Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

“I win,” Fātimah Ůsmān  proclaimed.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān smiled back at her. “That’s because I let you win. I just wanted to cum, that’s all.”

“And I’m the only one that hasn’t yet,” Fātimah Ůsmān realized as she acknowledged the aching desire that filled her loins. “I’ll bet I can get our Hindu daddy hard again.”

Åāýéshah Ůsmān shot up into a sitting position and grabbed at Fātimah Ůsmān, but Fātimah Ůsmān was too fast and had already scrambled on top of my lap.

Watching their playful antics had gotten me hard again, so I was ready when Fātimah Ůsmān  arrived.

When Åāýéshah Ůsmān made jealous overtures and tried tugging Fātimah Ůsmān off my lap, I gestured for her to stop.

The stern look on my face indicated I wasn’t kidding, and Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s face displayed anger as she was painfully rebuffed.

Fātimah Ůsmān knew better than to flaunt her victory.

I went to great lengths to be fair to each of them, and was intolerant of such behavior as it caused too many underlying problems.

She was just happy to have me all to herself for a few minutes.

I leaned back and smiled up at her beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face.

I was content to let her do the majority of the work.

The Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls kept themselves in great shape and loved a good workout, while I enjoyed benefiting from their efforts.

Fātimah Ůsmān had shed her shorts and panties before climbing onto my lap, and now peeled off the tight light gray sports bra.

My eyes drank in the vision of her naked Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.

I never imagined the twins would grow up to be so incredibly gorgeous and loving.

SI reached down and guided my eversensitive Uncut Hindu Penis into position.

As she slowly descended and fed my Hindu erection into her tight, juicy Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, Fātimah Ůsmān leaned forward and placed her hands palms down on the armrests for support.

This brought those incredible breasts within range and I eagerly filled my Hindu hands with the firm, perky orbs of soft Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh.

This time I caressed the mounds and sore nipples as delicately as possible.

Fātimah Ůsmān demonstrated surprising Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān sexual prowess as she moved her well-toned hips and thighs in an amazing series of motions that created intense sensations in them both.

At the same time she worked her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy up and down on my steel-hard Uncut Hindu Prick and slowly took more of my Hindu length inside of the velvet-smooth Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān canal.

I leaned my head up, my wet tongue lapping at her swollen nipples and bathing them in saliva.

Once wet I blew hot breath across them and smiled as she squealed in delight and writhed on my lap.

I knew what they liked, and after she rode up and down on my swollen Uncut Hindu Prick for several minutes, I reached up and drew her to my Hindu chest.

My hands cupped and pinned her head in place as my lips and tongue nibbled on an ear.

She shrieked aloud and giggled uncontrollably as my hot mouth tickled, but there was no denying the incredible warmth it also triggered.

Her giggling was quickly replaced by loud moaning as hot breath blew into her ear and the tip of my tongue teased the earlobe.

“Oh, daddy, you always know how to get me crazy-hot.” Fātimah Ůsmān breathlessly whimpered as my mouth withdrew.

After she righted her torso, she rapidly moved up and down and fucked my pulsating Uncut Hindu Prick with all the energy she could summon.

I also took a more active role and thrust upwards into her descending flesh.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy wrapped tightly around my Hindu shaft as I buried my full length into her belly.

The waves of tingling warmth intensified and Fātimah Ůsmān  suddenly tensed as climax was achieved.

Her voice sounded peals of delight as her supple form twitched and jerked in spasms of ecstasy.

For several wondrous moments her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body savored the intense pleasure of sexual release.

Wetness surged from her loins and dripped upon my body from the pink folds like morning dew from the petals of a rose.

She would have been satisfied to end it there, but I hadn’t cum yet.

Although fatigued and out of breath from the burst of activity, Fātimah Ůsmān still fucked me but took it slower.

She took me in every bit as deeply as before but now she rested as my hips thrust upward into her luscious Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

I felt my Hindu semen beginning to rise.

I grunted in delight as climax approached.

Fātimah Ůsmān  worked her magic with her hips and thighs and quickly pushed me over the edge.

I tensed in the recliner and moaned in relief as the rising semen reached the point where it triggered an orgasm.

I buried myself completely inside her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly and squirted thick wads of milky semen inside.

I thrust several times more, grunting aloud as the remaining Hindu seed was planted in wondrous jolts of toe-curling, tingling warmth.

When I finished Fātimah Ůsmān laid down along my right side, both of us breathing heavily and glistening with a light coating of perspiration.

Not wanting to ignore Åāýéshah Ůsmān, I motioned for her to join us on the recliner.

After slipping off the sports bra that she still wore, Åāýéshah Ůsmān eagerly settled down along my left side.

The trio watched what remained of a game show as we enjoyed the warmth one another’s bodies.

“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you.” I apologized to the twins. “It’s been rough going at work, that’s all.”

“It was better this time.” Fātimah Ůsmān assured me. “It was more than worth the wait.”

“Yeah.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān echoed, although she didn’t really share her sister’s opinion.

Several minutes elapsed as we watched the final contestant of the game show make a bid for a big win but fell short.

As the credits rolled, I recalled something I wanted to share with the twins.

“I almost forgot. Uncle Akbar called. Cousin Kħadījah Akbar will be spending a few days with us. She’s your age, maybe a year younger. Can you show me around?” I asked.

The twins looked at one another and shared a knowing look.

“Sure, daddy. We’ll make sure she has a great time.”

“Double trouble.” a man whimpered to me as I admired the twin dark-haired vixens as we left the aerobic workout room, my aroused Uncut Hindu Cock restlessly stirring.

They appeared to be in their early twenties and were both dressed in tiny black gym shorts and pink tank tops with Body by Kħadījah Akbar emblazoned across the front in bold black lettering.

They had gravity-defying firm, perky tits that jiggled so temptingly under their tops, the outlines of the nipples looking so sexy and appealing.

Their legs and abs were wonderfully sculpted as my eyes gazed upon every part of them I could possibly see.

They were chatting amongst themselves, revealing their bubby personalities and giggling from time to time.

After passing me without acknowledgement of my presence my eyes gazed upon the back of their legs and stared at the wonderful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān asses, cheeks swaying provocatively from side to side.

“I’m so glad we’re finished.” Fātimah Ůsmān stated with a sigh of relief to her twin, Åāýéshah Ůsmān.

For as long as Fātimah Ůsmān could remember the identical sisters always started and ended their menstrual cycles at the same times.

That made it rough for me, because I was denied sex from both of them instead of losing just one.

I was smiling radiantly when the Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girls reported that morning that they were over it and the monthly “dry spell” for me would be ending.

They walked down the hall to the women’s locker room and entered.

That was when they saw Kħadījah Akbar, the aerobics instructor whose classes they enjoyed attending.

She was a really outgoing person and they were on a friendly basis with her.

Being in her late twenties she was quite a bit older than the twenty-two year old twins.

She had one foot up on a long bench in a narrow corridor that was lined by brown metal lockers and was untying her shoes.

“Hey, how did you beat us here?” Fātimah Ůsmān asked, knowing that Kħadījah Akbar was still in the gym when they’d left.

Kħadījah Akbar looked up, noticed the twins, and smiled warmly.

“I know all of the shortcuts around here. Did you have a good workout?”

“We always do with you.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān responded in a bubbly voice. “You keep our bodies in great shape. And your own at the same time too.”

Kħadījah Akbar took it as a compliment.

“Thanks. I do this four times a day so I better be in great shape.”

They all laughed and began undressing.

Fātimah Ůsmān  and Åāýéshah Ůsmān both were stealing glances of Kħadījah Akbar as the lithe Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān blonde disrobed.

When the sports bra came off a nice set of rather large breasts were exposed with equally sized nipples.

She had a great tummy, flat and muscular.

When Kħadījah Akbar’s thumbs hooked around her shorts and panties simultaneously and began pushing them down, both sisters were closely watching.

Kħadījah Akbar sensed their stares and found them arousing.

Feeling in a sexy mood, she played right along, tempting them with even more.

Once naked she pretended to have a sore ankle and placed her right foot up on the bench, spreading her thighs wide apart while rubbing on the muscle.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was revealed; the mound covered with a trimmed triangular patch of light yellow curls, and below that the pink lips.

The twins openly stared and, once realizing it, they prompted one another to look away.

“Are you still seeing that Hindu guy, Vikram?” Fātimah Ůsmān nervously asked as she tried to make conversation to distract Kħadījah Akbar from their staring.

“No, he was only good for one thing, and when he wasn’t enough and he started cheating I dropped him like a hot potato.”

Åāýéshah Ůsmān piped up,

“He didn’t deserve you.”

“I know, but I sure do miss having a man around.” Kħadījah Akbar lamented. “He may have only been good at one thing, but I sure have missed the sex lately.”

Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān glanced at one another and Fātimah Ůsmān announced, “I think I’m going to stay for a shower.”

“That sure does sound good right about now.” Kħadījah Akbar agreed. “I’ll get us some towels.”

Fātimah Ůsmān and Åāýéshah Ůsmān finished undressing in Kħadījah Akbar’s absence.

The twins could hardly do that in close proximity and not get excited.

It was always more fun undressing one another, and that’s what they did.

Fātimah Ůsmān removed Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s tank top, taking just a moment to gently squeeze the perky swells and share a quick but deep tongue kiss.

They broke it off quickly and Åāýéshah Ůsmān removed Fātimah Ůsmān ‘s tank top.

This time it was Åāýéshah Ůsmān who felt up her sister’s nice tits and returned the deep tongue kiss.

Despite the brevity of the touching both of their nipples were hard, swollen and aching for more.

They’d already taken their own shoes off so Fātimah Ůsmān knelt down, hooked her index fingers around each side of Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s shorts and panties, and pulled them down her sleek, shapely legs.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān had finally given in and let Fātimah Ůsmān shave her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, so it was baby-soft and void of all hair.

Fātimah Ůsmān leaned forward and gave the smooth rise of flesh just above the lips a loving kiss.

She breathed in deeply and could already begin to smell a mixture of sweat and the initial stirrings of sexual arousal.

Her tongue extended and lightly traced along the pink lips.

As Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s thighs widened her right hand gently rubbed on the back of Fātimah Ůsmān’s head, encouraging her sister to lick harder.

“You’re always going on and on about daddy when we have our periods, but we haven’t had sex for a week either.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān reminded her twin. “That feels so good.”

Fātimah Ůsmān knew they were taking a risk but she liked pleasing her sibling.

Aware of how much Åāýéshah Ůsmān was enjoying their shared intimacy her fingers delicately separated the outer folds, allowing her tongue to probe the warming slit.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s body tightened and she softly sighed as wondrous sensations filled her loins, sparking the heat of arousal.

As Fātimah Ůsmān teased her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, Åāýéshah Ůsmān grasped her right breast with her left hand, squeezing hard on the soft, pliable mound.

Both nipples were straining as –

The sound of the locker room door opening broke the spell the sisters were enjoying.

Fātimah Ůsmān immediately backed away, falling onto her bottom in the process.

She acted as if she’d been sitting there intentionally as she pushed her shorts and panties down her legs.

Kħadījah Akbar glanced down and noticed the properly shaved Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy before glimpsing at the other twin and confirming hers was shaved as well.

“You two really are identical, right down to the…”

The hesitation at the end of the incomplete sentence caused all three Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women to break out into laughter, clearing the air of awkwardness that had been created by nearly being caught red-handed.

Fātimah Ůsmān  reached a hand up, which Åāýéshah Ůsmān grabbed, pulling her sister back up onto her feet.

“That’s why the bench is there.” Kħadījah Akbar commented, her confusion apparent.

“My sister can be weird that way.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān responded, earning her a loud slap on her shapely ass playfully delivered by Fātimah Ůsmān.

Kħadījah Akbar observed the exchange and was briefly jealous of the two as she’d been an only child.

While that may have had its benefits at times, not having a brother or a sister left her wondering if she was missing out on much more than she’d ever gained.

That was a question that would never be answered.

“I wish I had a sister.” the aerobics instructor confessed. “You two always look like you’re having so much fun.”

“You don’t see the times when we fight, which we do our fair share of.” Åāýéshah Ůsmān revealed. “But we’re crazy in love too.”

There was a sparkle of deep affection in Åāýéshah Ůsmān’s eyes as she glanced over at Fātimah Ůsmān with a warm smile on her full, inviting lips.

Fātimah Ůsmān didn’t fight the temptation, instead choosing to show Kħadījah Akbar exactly how the twins felt about each other.

Fātimah Ůsmān leaned in and their mouths met in a brief kiss that immediately turned passionate as their tongues extended and entwined.

Åāýéshah Ůsmān was caught off-guard, mindful of my repeated warnings about not showing their affection for one another anywhere else but home or in the home of another relative.

When She tried to pull away Fātimah Ůsmān’s hands held her sister’s head in place as their wet tongues continued the erotic embrace.

Chapter 7

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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

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

51. The everbest wives-1

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

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

74. Ammī the competent

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

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

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8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Ahal-Al Bayt-10

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

The obsession still continued

Kħadījah opened her eyes.

Her heartbeat slowed down as Kħadījah focused on her surroundings and the comfort of safety they gave her.

The surprise crisis moment of being caught red-handed still caused her to panic and Kħadījah reminded herself that she needed to be careful until she had full control of the household and their marriage.

Then, Kħadījah might actually let Muħammad catch her.

Kħadījah smiled as she remembered that evening was the night Muħammad confessed his squalid Obsession to her and they made passionate love together for the first time in over a year.

Kħadījah loved her husband, Muħammad, and was entirely grateful they were doing it once again.

And consequently, Kħadījah reserved the right to keep her own secrets to herself for the time being.

It was the right decision Kħadījah told herself.

No need to spoil a good thing in marriage and a good thing on the side.

The bubbles were gone and the soapy water had cooled dramatically since Kħadījah entered the tub but Kħadījah wasn’t ready to get out yet.

Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body ached from the rough fucking her husband gave her and so Kħadījah pushed a button to turn on the jets and heater.

A motor whirred into motion and water blasts collided with her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

The tub vibrated and Kħadījah purred as she stretched out in the tub.

When her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body settled in the warming tub, Kħadījah closed her eyes once again and recalled in her mind the day after Kħadījah saw Kħadījah’s Web page.

The next morning seemed to linger forever until Muħammad finally left the house for work.

As his car rolled down the block, Kħadījah was seated at her PC and looking at the history file for the site Kħadījah visited the day before.

Kħadījah clicked the link.

Once Kħadījah found it and felt her breathing change the moment, the screen filled with naughty pictures.

Today would be different Kħadījah told herself.

Kħadījah was on a mission this time.

Her purpose: to find Kħadījah’s page, she had the same name that she herself had, how wonderfully exciting!

Wasn’t it?

And Kħadījah wanted to contact her.

Kħadījah bookmarked the home page this time and then studied its contents.

Kħadījah was looking for something to tip her off about Kħadījah’s page.

There were at least 3 ‘click here to join’ links, an FAQ link, and contact Web master link but nothing about Kħadījah.

Kħadījah saw a link to Chat and clicked on it.

The site prompted her for a password and Kħadījah clicked cancel.

A message displayed to inform her Kħadījah would have to buy a membership in order to view contents of the site and chat.

Since this didn’t happen yesterday, Kħadījah  clicked other links on the page only to be prompted for password or ‘click here to join’ again.

The sale had been closed the day before.

Kħadījah knew it and so without further delay Kħadījah went to her purse and retrieved her credit card.

On her way back to the PC, Kħadījah felt as though Kħadījah would on a shopping high: energized and frisky.

But in this instance, the shopping was for entry into a new world where dreams and consequences were fulfilled.

Once the credit card authorization took place, Kħadījah took a deep breath and entered the site as Sunni MusalmānSlutforHindusOnly.

Kħadījah found a member’s directory and Input ‘Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn’ and pressed the enter button.

The site displayed Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn’s page and Kħadījah sighed.

Kħadījah found the page again.

This time there were on-screen prompts to blow a kiss at the person, contact her or bookmark the profile.

Kħadījah quickly bookmarked it and then clicked the kiss link.

The screen refreshed but other than that, nothing obvious happened.

So Kħadījah scrolled down the page to see the collage again.

Kħadījah clicked on one of the smaller orbiting images and her screen filled with a new page and more images.

Unbeknownst to Kħadījah, the kiss Kħadījah sent went straight to Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn’s account.

Kħadījah had logged in earlier and noticed the kiss right away.

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn was intrigued by the ID name and so Kħadījah set out to look at its profile.

It was no surprise to her.

The profile was empty.

This could mean a newbie Sunni Musalmān slut or a man pretending.

It was too early to tell which and so an intrigued Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn began an email addressed to SunniMusalmānSlutforHindusOnly.

The page that Kħadījah clicked to was different.

It contained fewer pictures and each one had a longer caption that told an individual story.

The first image presented Kħadījah in a skimpy purple dress with spaghetti straps.

Kħadījah was seated up close and personal to a Hindu man, with her hand wrapped around his Uncut Hindu Cock.

The caption stated,

“I spent the day shopping for my date with Shankar Pralayankar.

Muħammad wanted to have the right dress so he could brag about his Sunni Musalmān slut wife in front of his Hindu friends at the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club: Nightclub.

I spent two hours getting ready, but when Shankar Pralayankar got to our house, he sat down and said he didn’t feel like going out.

Shankar Pralayankar ordered my husband, Muħammad, to fetch us drinks and when Muħammad returned, my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān hand was wrapped around Shankar Pralayankar’s big Uncut Hindu Cock.

Muħammad set the drinks down on the coffee table and pouted as Shankar Pralayankar told him to scram.

Then we laughed together as Muħammad departed.”

Kħadījah felt her Sunni Musalmān lust take over again.

It filled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān body  with a warm feeling like confidence does and so Kħadījah  let go her reserve finally and untied her robe.

The cool air in the room kissed her already erect naked nipples and made them harder.

After arching, Kħadījah  relaxed in the chair, opened her legs and reached down to touch her private area.

Kħadījah was already wet beyond belief.

Another image presented Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn wearing a black mini skirt, Sunni Musalmān vest with Hindu push up bra and lots of cleavage showing.

The copy stated,

“I told my husband, Muħammad, his job tonight is to play chauffeur. Shankar Pralayankar’s car is in the shop and he needs a ride. After you drop him off, just park the car in the driveway and wait. When he is done with me, I’ll call you with further instructions.”

A third and fourth image were boxed together.

In the image on the left, Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn was wearing short jean cutoffs and a pink top, standing in a parking lot of a local grocery store.

Her hair looked nice and her wondrous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were pushing outward.

The copy stated,

“Waiting for Shankar Pralayankar and his friends to pick me up in their van and take me to an undisclosed party location.”

In the image on the right, Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn was nude and seated with her legs spread wide on top of a wooden crate labeled Fresh Spinach.

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn had Hindu Vīrý in her hair, on her nose, cheeks, lips, and tits.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gaped open and a big glob of Hindu Vīrý lay within it.

More Hindu Vīrý streaks across her wide-open Sunni Musalmān thighs and the copy stated:

“Ready for clean up, Muħammad. Where the fuck did you go, Loser?”

Kħadījah was beside herself with lust.

Kħadījah could not believe what she was reading and seeing and yet there were the pictures and the copy on Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn’s page of indiscretions.

This was all so wrong and yet the knowledge of another wife’s infidelity and taunting were so arousing.

Kħadījah could not help herself.

The information and pictures were just too much to resist.

Kħadījah did the only thing Kħadījah could think of.

Kħadījah stopped reading and simply masturbated through five messy orgasms.

When Kħadījah finished, Kħadījah was a total mess.

Sweaty, cum-soaked, and wanting more, Kħadījah noticed a blinking indicator on her screen.

Kħadījah had mail!

Kħadījah clicked on the link and It took her to an inbox.

There were two notes.

The first one was a Welcome notice from the site.

It thanked her for joining and wished her good luck on her pursuits.

The second one was from Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn.

Kħadījah paused and stared at note number two in her inbox.

The subject line indicated thanks for her kiss and so Kħadījah then opened the letter.

Dear SunniMusalmānSlutforHindusOnly,

Thank you for blowing a kiss to me.

There are 1000s of members on this site so it’s especially nice to be noticed and appreciated with a kiss.

Usually when I visit an empty profile, I block the sender as 99% of the time it’s a cuckold, and cuckolds other than my husband, Muħammad, do not deserve my time or attention.

I see by the history information on my page you have spent a good deal of time there already.

I can only assume you like what you are seeing and since I’m in a good mood, I am contacting you in thanks as well as to offer my Welcome to the site in case you are a Sunni Musalmān woman.

Legs up,

Kħadījah.

Kħadījah read and re-read the letter several times.

Kħadījah felt the rush of adrenalin surge through her as the impact of making contact with Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn hit her.

Kħadījah quickly set down to write her reply.

Dear Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn,

I am a Sunni Musalmān woman.

My name is also Kħadījah.

There are countless Kħadījahs nowadays.

Aren’t there?

I live in Makkah Mukarramah.

I’m really new to this site and learning about the lifestyle.

There is so much to learn it seems and as I look at member pages, yours in particular, as you too bear my name, I become overwhelmed with lust.

I think I’ve masturbated more in two days than the rest of my life combined.

I’ve been happily married 19 years and only recently gotten interested in extramarital affairs with Hindus only.

This is largely the result of my husband, Muħammad, telling me his Obsession: to see me fucked by well-endowed Hindu men.

I love my husband, Muħammad,.

He is a good man and If this will make him happy, I want to do what I can to make it fun.

I haven’t finished looking at your site but you seem like a Religious Sunni Musalmān woman to me.

And, that’s exciting and scary at the same time.

You look so friendly in your photographs and so I feel somewhat safe responding to you.

Also, I’m curious to meet you because we live so close.

Would you have any interest in meeting me? Or Helping me learn what to do and what not to do?

Can you advise me so my husband, Muħammad, and I  have fun and not end up divorced?

Here is my cell #.

I guess it’s the quickest way to find out I’m a Sunni Musalmān woman.

I hope you are too.

Thanks for replying, Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn!

Kħadījah’

Kħadījah held her breath and clicked the send button.

Then Kħadījah exhaled and waited.

Two minutes went by and nothing happened.

Kħadījah was naked, cold and sticky now so Kħadījah put her robe on.

As Kħadījah tied the sash, “Back in Hindu” burst out of her cell phone and her heart leapt.

“Hello?” said Kħadījah.

“Hi yourself Kħadījah. This is Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn,” said the voice on the other end.

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn  was friendly sounding, much like Kħadījah herself.

“Allah, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s ok sweetie, I’m Just relieved to find out you’re a Sunni Musalmān woman.’ Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn  laughed.

Kħadījah liked Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn’s laughter and joined in.

It was reassuring when two Sunni Musalmān women met and laughed together.

So many times, there was competition or some other nonsense that made one Sunni Musalmān woman feel uneasy with the other.

“Me too, I guess. After I sent my response I hoped you were still a Sunni Musalmān woman.”

“That I am, Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn I mean. So tell me, what kind of advice are you looking for?”

“I really don’t know where to begin,” said Kħadījah, “I love my husband, Muħammad,. I’ve been faithful to him for 19 years and recently while we were enjoying the best sex in a long time he told me he was pretending to be a Hindu fucking me and that he wants me to have sex with Hindu men,” Kħadījah  said, “and, I really want to Just learn from someone who’s already doing it before I make up my mind. Does that make any sense?”

“Perfect. You’re so smart darling. So many of them rush right in and seldom think of the consequences until it’s too late.”

“So will you help me?” asked Kħadījah.

“I’d love to darling,” said Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn, “as long as you are honest with me so I can guide you properly. Agreed?

“Oh yes,” said Kħadījah eagerly.

They talked for nearly two hours.

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn informed Kħadījah about the different ways Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn knew of Sunni Musalmān women cuckolding their Musalmān husbands.

She also told her the reasons behind such decisions and so on.

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn  told Kħadījah Kħadījah  was lucky because her husband, Muħammad, brought this to her as his Obsession and that if Kħadījah  wanted she  could simply role play with him and be happy with that or Kħadījah  could go to another level and date Hindus. Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn explained the important thing was that in a cuckold marriage the Sunni Musalmān woman needed to be in control.

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn then told Kħadījah of her own insatiable need for sex and how Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn always knew that no single man could tame her Sunni Musalmān lust. Her Musalmān husband, named Muħammad too, understood this when they married and they agreed that each has the freedom to date others.

Over time, Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn expressed her need to control his sexual urges and he acquiesced with a little help of erotic hypnosis.

Now, Muħammad prefers the cuckold lifestyle and provides exceptionally good financial care for Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn.

Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah was amazed at what she heard and asked Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn about the erotic hypnosis as she shifted in her chair and untied her robe.

Kħadījah already knew she loved control.

Kħadījah was a Sunni Musalmān woman after all and having control felt natural to her.

But Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah  also recognized her inexperience and that she  needed someone to guide her.

On top of that, their sharing made her feel horny again and Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah  wanted to stroke simply for that reason.

“Hypnosis surfaces hidden desires and reinforces their importance in a person’s life,” began Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn, “The erotic part just makes it fun for both of us. I’ve been using it on Muħammad for years now. He’s normal in every way except that when I give him the signal he becomes my slave completely.”

Just then, the tub motor shut off and Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah came back to reality.

She was enjoying her memory of meeting Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn but now that the jet tub’s cycle had completed Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah knew it was time to get out.

Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah sat upright and saw Muħammad kneeling.

He looked uncomfortable and so Kħadījah suggested he stand, help her out of the tub, and give her a fresh towel.

Chapter 11


Ahal-Al Bayt-9

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The obsession continued

Kħadījah stroked Muħammad faster and Muħammad was rock hard.

“Your cut Musalmān Cock is so hard, and you know why, isn’t that right, Muħammad? It’s because you want your wife, Kħadījah, to go out with Hindu men, you want me to return home freshly fucked with Hindu Vīrý oozing out of me and you want to clean me out. Don’t you Muħammad?”

“Yes.”

“Say it for me, Muħammad. Give me your blessing and Muħammad, I promise I won’t disappoint you.”

Muħammad smiled.

“Kħadījah, I want you to feel free to date Hindu men. I’ll pay for it and I hope that you will let me watch sometimes and also let me clean you up when you return.”

“Yes darling. Allah! Muħammad, thank you. Thank you, thank you. You will not regret this, I promise.”

Kħadījah went to the bed and opened her legs.

“Come here darling and fuck your slut Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah.”

Muħammad mounted his wife, in earnest, after Kħadījah opened her legs wide on their bed and invited him to take her.

Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was super wet and slippery and Muħammad moved in and out of her with relative ease.

They were caught up in the moment of Sunni Musalmān-hot passion and exhilaration.

Muħammad felt strong and confident as he pounded his meat into her wet hole.

Kħadījah responded verbally and physically, moaning and thrashing her head wildly from side to side with her eyes shut.

As Muħammad looked down at her, he couldn’t help but see the Sunni Musalmān woman he married, in the slut Kħadījah was becoming.

Feeling love running through him, filling him with joy and the desire to express himself with her, Muħammad leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

Kħadījah opened right up for him.

Their tongues met once again and danced with one another as their bodies pressed together in sexual harmony.

When Kħadījah moaned into his mouth, their kiss ended and Muħammad moved his hands alongside her shoulders.

He pushed himself upward.

Muħammad thrust with quick short strokes to increase the intensity for both of them.

Muħammad wanted to cum with her.

Her mouth remained open and Kħadījah arched her back as the first waves of pleasure crashed within her.

Short bursts of air escaped her lips before the sound of her voice returned.

Muħammad alternated pounding her with short strokes and then long strokes that resulted in their bodies colliding hard against the other.

Soon enough as her body relaxed beneath him, Muħammad came.

Kħadījah wrapped her arms and legs around Muħammad and Just like that they were kissing and tonguing each other again.

Her lust lay in rest beneath her beautiful sparkling eyes as Muħammad lifted his head up to look at her.

“I love you, Kħadījah.” Muħammad said and kissed her on the lips again.

“I love you too.” Kħadījah replied and kissed Muħammad back.

They lay together, embracing and kissing one another for several minutes until they drifted off to sleep.

Muħammad woke first.

Muħammad was on his back and Kħadījah had snuggled up to him.

Her head lay flat on his chest and her arms were close to his neck as though Kħadījah were embracing Muħammad or at least hanging on.

This was a wonderful moment and Muħammad wanted just to lay here holding his wife, feeling her pulse as Kħadījah slept in his arms.

But a maverick strand of her hair found its way into his nostril and made Muħammad feel a need to sneeze.

He tried exhaling through his nose but the uncomfortable itch remained.

The sneeze was only a matter of moments away as the tension continued to build.

The itch remained a constant irritation until finally Muħammad mustered the courage to lift his arm and gently wipe her hair from his face.

At last, Muħammad was breathing comfortably again and Kħadījah was still asleep.

While they lay together, Muħammad thought about them, their lives as a couple and the feelings, hopes, and needs they expressed to one another when they were together.

When Muħammad thought about them that way, there was no room for someone else in their lives and Muħammad wondered how and why he ever got into the fantasy of sharing Kħadījah with another man in the first place.

But it didn’t take long and soon his thoughts of her, in the arms of another man, brought life back to his dick.

Muħammad was hard again.

To which extent Muħammad had lost his Bhogyantrānk to the Hindus, it was self-explicit.

It was only fantasy.

Still, if Kħadījah went for it and made it hot for him, Muħammad’d probably go along.

Muħammad didn’t actually want her in bed with anyone but him.

The thought of someone else getting to touch her, witness her sexual joy, and lay with her in the quiet aftermath disturbed him and suddenly he wrapped his arms around her.

Kħadījah woke.

“Hi,” Kħadījah said.

“Hi.”

They kissed and Kħadījah withdrew.

“I’m cold.” Kħadījah reached down to pull up the Sheets and they were on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Kħadījah got out of bed and said,

“I need to pee.”

Muħammad looked at her and captured a mental snapshot of her beautiful body before Kħadījah left.

Kħadījah really was a very striking Sunni Musalmān woman in the nude.

Many Sunni Musalmān women could look great dressed but not many of them pull it off in the nude.

Muħammad’s wife Kħadījah was one of them and that made Muħammad a very lucky man.

Muħammad needed to pee too.

He also rose off the bed.

Muħammad could wait for Kħadījah to come back out before going in and so he pulled the Sheets and blanket up onto the bed.

When Kħadījah returned from the bathroom, Kħadījah was wearing a pink fluffy robe that covered her body from shoulders to ankles.

On her feet were her pink and fluffy slippers.

Kħadījah looked cute in them but not sexy.

Muħammad suddenly felt awkward standing in the nude.

They kissed briefly on the lips and then Kħadījah  said,

“I need to ask you something.”

“Can it wait, I need to pee.”

“No. I really want know something. And now is the perfect time to ask because I’m wearing this frumpy robe you hate and we Just made love so you can be objective when you answer me.”

“Okay Kħadījah, what do you want to know?”

“Do you want me to cuckold you because you met someone else and you want to divorce me without paying for it?”

“What? No. No Kħadījah. That’s not it at all.”

‘Where does Kħadījah come up with this shit?’ Muħammad wondered.

“Then why do you want me to have sex with Hindus?”

“Because it’s wrong, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it. The wrongness of it makes me feel hot inside and it makes my dick hard.”

“What makes you think you can handle me cuckolding you?”

“Honestly? I don’t know if I can. I probably can’t. When I am feeling rational, it makes no sense to me what-so-ever. But, when I let my guard down and allow myself to feel sexual urges, I think I’m capable of anything, including the idea of you being with another man.”

“What triggers you to let your guard down?”

“I really need to pee, Kħadījah. Can this wait?”

“Ok, but do you mind using the toilet down stairs?”

“Why?”

“Because I need to use the one up here again, ok?”

“Ok, fine,” Muħammad said and stormed down the stairs to the landing and then into the library and its bathroom.

Muħammad let out a big sigh as his piss hit the toilet and the flow began to release the pressure Muħammad felt in his bladder.

‘Piss and cum depart from the same tube and each provides a pleasurable experience unlike the other,’ Muħammad thought as he filled the bowl with the hot yellow fluid.

Meanwhile, Kħadījah returned to their bathroom and wiped up the small cum deposit Kħadījah had left on the toilet seat and then flushed it.

Kħadījah was not embarrassed by her action but knew the timing would not be right.

It was a stretch as it was.

The semen had already thinned to its clear liquid state inside her and now it was exposed to air and drying.

Kħadījah would save this opportunity for another time.

Besides there was a better next step to try and Kħadījah was glad she remembered.

After all, Kħadījah shared his fantasy too and Kħadījah wanted to make sure that she sealed the deal with her husband before she began her extra marital adventures.

When Muħammad returned to the bedroom, Muħammad felt tons better.

Bladder pressure was awful.

Anyway, Muħammad noticed Kħadījah waiting for him in about the same place as before.

This time Kħadījah was filing a nail.

“Hi,” Muħammad said, “where were they?”

“You were going to tell me what triggers you to let your guard down Just before you begin to think irrationally.”

“Huh?”

“You know, what triggers you to think sexually? Come on Muħammad, this is important to me.”

“It’s usually a provocative visual stimulant. Like a picture of a Sunni Musalmān woman in a bikini, standing on a beach or she’s dressed in a black something or other with a slit along the side and the front of her dress is open, giving me a great view of the top half of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts. Or maybe she’s wearing a thin band around her neck. Or maybe it’s the softness of her face or the mystery of her eyes or something hinted but hidden. Or maybe she’s got a whip in her hand and she’s smiling at the thought of whipping her Musalmān male.”

After he spoke, Muħammad wondered where Kħadījah was going with this line of questioning and if his answer made sense.

Kħadījah loosened the knot at the front of her robe and her robe opened slightly to reveal more skin.

A smile crept on her lips and Kħadījah  watched Muħammad intently.

“So after you see something provocative, then what happens?”

“I get hard and stroke. A lot plays into it from there.”

“What do you mean?” Kħadījah asked and let more of her robe open.

Muħammad could see a portion of her thigh and the space between her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Her head was facing downward but her eyes were looking upward at Muħammad.

Kħadījah looked hot to him and Muħammad  felt his dick hardening.

“I mean if there is time to go for it and jerk off. Or perhaps more time and I’m in the mood to prolong the build up, I might continue looking at the picture or close my eyes and let my mind drift.”

“Where does it drift to, Muħammad?”

“It depends. Sometimes I am assertive and kiss her passionately and Kħadījah, you acquiesce to my touch.”

“Kħadījah gives herself freely to you?”

“Yes.”

“What other directions do you drift?”

“Sometimes, I want to feel her physical and psychological control over me. Like Kħadījah ties me up or something and then has sex with someone else.”

“Like a voyeur.”

“Yes, or perhaps Kħadījah ties me to the foot of the bed and I only get to listen.”

“Allah, Muħammad, that’s so hot. But why do you want to be tied up and allowed only to listen?”

“It’s not what I want; it’s what I perceive the Sunni Musalmān woman to want from me. All I want is to know my Kħadījah is pleasured. It’s about me sacrificing my own physical pleasure for her enjoyment. Sometimes, it’s seeing a Sunni Musalmān woman cum that does it for me. Or it’s seeing her take splashes of hot Hindu Vīrý to her face and into her Sunni Musalmān mouth. Or it’s something else, perhaps Kħadījah whips me until I beg for mercy, then Kħadījah tosses the whip on me and gives herself to another man.”

“What happens to you when Kħadījah goes off with someone else?”

“I become an observer and jerk off.”

“And that makes you happy.”

“In a way, I guess. Yeah. It turns me on to fantasize like that. And the orgasms are powerful. The more prolonged they are, the more intense they are when it happens.”

“Sort of the ultimate orgasm, huh?” Kħadījah  asked.

“That’s it exactly!”

Muħammad watched Kħadījah as Kħadījah moved her fingers over the front of her robe and touched her chest.

They had eye contact and Muħammad saw mischief looking back at him.

Kħadījah moved her finger in a circular manner.

As the circle widened, her robe opened further.

Muħammad’s mouth was open.

Otherwise, Muħammad stood In silence watching Kħadījah seduce him.

He touched his cut Musalmān Cock.

It was already hard and pointing outward as he begin to stroke.

“What are you thinking right now, Muħammad?”

“I’m thinking you want me to drift.”

“Yes I do Muħammad,” Kħadījah said softly, “I want you to get back into our bed, relax and let all of your worries go. I’ve been learning erotic hypnosis and I want to try it with you. I want to see if it will help you to drift off into a peaceful existence, where you listen to me and accept what I have to say. Would you like to try?”

“Yes Kħadījah, let’s try.” Muħammad got back into bed and lay on top of the Sheets.

Muħammad felt warm and did not need covers.

“That’s good Muħammad, Just lay there and try to relax with your arms at your sides. Listen to my voice as I speak to you. Let your body relax. Breathe in deeply and clear your mind of all your troubles and daily stresses. Feel the pressure of your burdens decrease in your shoulders, chest, and back and you become weightless. You are floating on a feather that takes you further and further to a peaceful place.”

Hey this was really working.

Muħammad felt like he was floating.

His eyes were closed and Muħammad felt relaxed as Kħadījah talked to him.

“There is a light warm fog that surrounds your body as the feather carries you further. Your mind is at ease, your body is relaxed and you are feeling weightless. There is a clearing ahead and the feather takes you there. The feather comes to a resting stop and tilts so that you can look in. The opening provides you a perfect view of a bedroom and you feel perfectly at peace because you recognize me in this room.”

‘This is really cool, it’s all happening just as Kħadījah says it,’ Muħammad told himself.

“I am wearing 5” red stiletto shoes and a very short black silk robe, and I am looking at the stranger sitting on the bed. He is a very handsome and muscular Hindu man, seated naked on the side of our bed and he is watching me. You feel a hint of envy as you take in the fact that I am entertaining him in his bedroom and that I am dressed for him in things that I have refused to wear for you. Yet, your cut Musalmān Cock hardens as you recognize we both want this in our marriage.”

His cut Musalmān Cock was hard and Muħammad wanted to touch it but for some reason he didn’t.

“You remain comfortably positioned by the supporting feather as you continue looking into the clearing. His beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock points in my direction and I cannot take my eyes off it as I untie the robe and let it fall over his shoulders.”

Muħammad barely felt a change in his position as Kħadījah climbed onto bed with him.

“I’m sending a servant Sunni Musalmān girl to your side my darling. Soon you will feel her hands upon you. Welcome her touch as you watch me with my new Hindu lover.”

Muħammad felt her soft warm fingers touch his cut Musalmān Cock.

They wrapped around his shaft and held on loosely.

Then Kħadījah moved her fist up and down and the feeling was absolutely wonderful.

“Your cut Musalmān Cock responds quite well to her darling. I want you to know that Kħadījah has orders to keep you happily entertained on your feather while you watch your loving wife give herself to another man. The servant Sunni Musalmān girl is insignificant. Your only desire is to ensure I am pleasured and so I’m going to tell you what you are going willingly to do for me. You are to continue listening to my voice, watch the activity taking place between the stranger and me and letting the servant Sunni Musalmān girl work your cut Musalmān Cock. You can show me your cooperation and desire by keeping your cut Musalmān Cock nice and hard for me. Can you do that Muħammad? You may answer me now.”

“Yes Kħadījah. I can and will for you.”

“That’s good darling. Now just continue to feel relaxed as you see me kneel in front of the stranger. He is speaking to me but you cannot see his face or hear him so I will tell you what he wants. He wants the same things they do darling and I’m going to give it all to him while you relax on the feather and watch them. You see his mouth open as I lower my head onto his Uncut Hindu Cock. My lips cover his crown and about 4” of hard young Uncut Hindu Cock meat disappears into my hot little mouth. His hair cascades over my head but the feather moves slightly to give you the best view. The servant Sunni Musalmān girl’s hand remains on your cut Musalmān Cock and you enjoy the physical pleasure of her touch.”

Muħammad was so turned on and wondering what Kħadījah had in store.

The hand on his cut Musalmān Cock felt wonderful.

Muħammad lifted his pelvis up and thrust into her hand as Kħadījah brought her fist down his shaft.

“The stranger looks up and you see the bliss in his expression as he feels his Uncut Hindu Cock being swallowed by your extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wife.”

“Allah,” Muħammad muttered.

“That’s it Muħammad, go with it. Feel my hand and your lust join together as you watch me with him. His Uncut Hindu Cock tastes wonderful and I continue sucking him down my throat as his large hands cover my head and hold me firmly in place. You recognize him from the restaurant. He is their waiter, Shankar and I want him to be my first Hindu lover but he certainly won’t be the last. will he?”

“No Kħadījah. He won’t be the last.” The hand on his cut Cock continued rubbing up and down his shaft as Muħammad envisioned Kħadījah sucking their waiter, Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

“He won’t be the last because you know I need more than you can give me. Isn’t that right, Muħammad?”

“Yes. Kħadījah.”

“And, you are okay with that because you know I will always come back to you because I love you. Isn’t that right, Muħammad?”

“Yes Kħadījah.”

“And, you love me more than anyone or anything and you want me to be happy, joyous and free to roam with whoever I want, isn’t that right, Muħammad?”

“Yes Kħadījah. I love you more than anything.

“Now watch me rise and climb onto the center of the bed as Shankar gets up and strokes his Uncut Hindu Cock. Look at it. It’s magnificent. A fully engorged big  Uncut Hindu Cock, glistening wet with his spit. He’s going to fuck me bareback with it. His ovulation cycle begins today and there is a distinct possibility that he will impregnate me. Had you considered that aspect, Muħammad?”

“Allah!” Muħammad yelled.

“Look Muħammad, Shankar’s mounting me. He says he’s not going to eat me out first because he expects me to be wet already. And, I am Muħammad. I am very wet for Shankar.”

“Oh wow,” Muħammad said as he felt the Sunni Musalmān girl’s hand rapidly moving over his cut Cock.

“Muħammad, I want you to mount the servant Sunni Musalmān girl. She waits for you as I wait for Shankar. Feel how wet she is on your cut Cock and know that’s how I feel for the waiter, Shankar. Do it now.”

In his frenzied state, Muħammad rose and saw Kħadījah as the servant Sunni Musalmān girl in the center of the bed.

Her face was pressed to the mattress and her Sunni Musalmān ass was raised up in the air.

It was Just as Kħadījah described herself with the waiter, Shankar. As Muħammad put the head of his cut Cock to her hole, Kħadījah moved her ass back to him and his cut Cock went in to the base.

“Muħammad, treat the servant Sunni Musalmān girl like a whore and fuck her hard.”

Muħammad grabbed her hips, withdrew his cut Cock a little and then rammed it home to the base.

“That’s it, just like he’s doing to me, Muħammad. I really like it too. He’s so much bigger than you are but you are ok because I am giving you the servant Sunni Musalmān girl. Now fuck her harder and make her cum!”

As soon as Kħadījah announced her own orgasm, Muħammad was spraying cum like a fountain.

“Allah, Muħammad, Shankar’s filling me with Hindu Vīrý.” Kħadījah yelled.

Muħammad pumped and spurted ropes of cum as the servant Sunni Musalmān girl milked his cut Cock with her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Long after he came, Muħammad was still pumping his hard dick into the servant Sunni Musalmān girl’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah felt wet and sloppy but Kħadījah came over and over, as Muħammad pounded her.

When Muħammad was devoid of energy, he stopped and the Sunni Musalmān girl fell flat on the mattress.

Kħadījah  lay there quietly for a moment and Muħammad  watched her in silence.

“Okay now Muħammad, I need you to lay back down on your feather and relax. It’s going to take you on a short trip into the future where you are in bed, alone and waiting for me to come home from his date with the waiter, Shankar.”

Muħammad lay back and felt the warmth of the feather and relaxed.

“Breathe in deeply and feel wonderful about your marriage and the new life you are living as a cuckold husband. Let yourself fall asleep and when your wife comes home, you will wake and feel at peace, just as you do now. Wait for her to come to bed so you can see her for what Kħadījah is and Kħadījah can see you for what you are.”

Kħadījah left the bed and Muħammad drifted off to sleep.

Kħadījah returned a few minutes later and yelled from downstairs, “Muħammad, I’m home!”

Muħammad woke and felt refreshed.

When Kħadījah reached the open doorway, Muħammad was blown away.

Kħadījah was wearing a brand new mini robe and red stiletto shoes.

Her hair was a mess.

Kħadījah removed the robe as she walked toward Muħammad.

Muħammad started to sit up but Kħadījah said “Lay back down Muħammad.” Kħadījah climbed on the bed and knelt around his shoulders.

“Eat me clean Muħammad. Show me what a good cuckold husband does when his slut Sunni Musalmān wife comes home from fucking all night.”

Kħadījah rose and mounted her hot wet crotch onto Muħammad’s mouth as he opened it.

Within seconds, the first droplets of man cum were landing on his tongue and Muħammad swallowed audibly.

Kħadījah rode his face and made herself cum several times as Muħammad ate out every bit.

Then Kħadījah asked Muħammad for a favor as Kħadījah rolled off him.

“Anything,” Muħammad said.

“Draw a hot bubble bath for me cuck-boy, okay?”

Feeling like a new man, Muħammad jumped out of bed went to the bathroom as requested.

While Muħammad went to draw her bath, Kħadījah lay back on the bed and a big sigh escaped her lips.

Kħadījah could hardly contain herself after what Just transpired between them.

It was a giant step forward for both of them and Kħadījah relished the moment with her eyes closed.

Kħadījah didn’t have to touch herself to know she  was still wet for sex but Kħadījah  reached down anyway and lightly caressed herself as she  replayed in her mind the scene with her husband.

Kħadījah smiled contentedly as she recognized the sound of water splashing into their tub.

Muħammad’s compliance was happening just as Kħadījah had taught him.

In ten minutes, the bathtub was filled with hot water and bubbles and scented candles illuminated the room as Kħadījah walked in.

Kħadījah inhaled deeply as the lavender kissed her nostrils.

Kħadījah turned and smiled at her husband.

She suggested he kneel beside the tub until Kħadījah was ready to be towel-dried.

Again he complied and If he said anything, Kħadījah  didn’t notice as Kħadījah  slipped into the heated tub with thoughts Kħadījah and the undying gratitude Muħammad  felt for her.

Enveloped by soothing hot water and sudsy bubbles, Kħadījah relaxed, closed her eyes and let her mind drift to that fun filled day only weeks ago.

Kħadījah found her by chance in a naughty chat room established for wayward Sunni Musalmān wives.

Kħadījah had been on the Internet researching potential causes of her husband’s, Muħammad’s, impotence and somehow got side-tracked into looking at porn.

Kħadījah’s open-mindedness, her curiosity for exploration on any subject, free time, and lack of physical sex, supported this endeavor.

One click led to another and soon Kħadījah’s jeans were open as her mind filled with images of naked Sunni Musalmān women getting stuffed with giant Uncut Hindu Cocks.

Kħadījah envied their expressions and the pure Sunni Musalmān joy they must have felt the moment they were captured on film.

And, the fact that these Uncut Hindu Cocks were huge was not lost on Kħadījah either.

Kħadījah was mesmerized by their length and girth and the impact they were having on the Sunni Musalmān women in the pictures.

The visuals stirred so many thoughts and feelings within Kħadījah’s core.

If a line of reason were drawn in front of her, Kħadījah let go and crossed it.

Kħadījah ached for Hindu penetration and the wild physical pleasure that comes with riding a stiff Uncut Hindu Cock while pressing her soft Sunni Musalmān thighs onto firm masculine Hindu legs.

This time, however, Kħadījah would have to settle for self-pleasure and placed her feet on the edge of her desk.

Kħadījah parted her knees and circled her Sunni Musalmān clit with her left index finger.

She continued holding the mouse in her right hand, clicking it for the next series of scintillating pictures.

The pleasure hit her without warning and Kħadījah came like a fountain.

Chat lines in various colors and fonts filled her screen while Kħadījah arched her back and pressed her head onto the back of the chair.

Kħadījah attempted circling her Sunni Musalmān clit once more to prolong her pleasure, but her sensitivity dictated stopping and so Kħadījah let her hands fall to her sides just after the strongest wave crashed.

Short high-pitched sounds filled the air.

Her knees fell downward, opening her spread much wider as her physical strength weakened.

The intensity diminished slowly and a minute later Kħadījah’s normal breathing returned.

Kħadījah  remained in her chair but moved her feet to the floor, stretching them out under the desk.

It had been so long since Kħadījah felt the afterglow of sex and Kħadījah wondered why she  hadn’t done this before.

As Kħadījah smiled, she looked at the screen and realized it had changed significantly.

The first thing Kħadījah noticed were lines of copy scrolling up her screen.

Kħadījah didn’t quite know what to think of the screen names like cuck 1, cuck 2, and cuck 3.

But Kħadījah also saw Sunni Musalmān women’s names, Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Bint-e-Tāhirah, Kħadījah, and men’s names: Shankar Pralayankar, Hindu Master, and Sir Vikram.

Kħadījah watched their threads of conversation and felt voyeur-joy as Kħadījah read their comments.

The thread between Kħadījah and Shankar Pralayankar caught her attention and Kħadījah watched the screen intently as their story unfolded.

Kħadījah: Sunni Musalmān, married, 35, available for dating.

Shankar Pralayankar: Where do you live Kħadījah?

Kħadījah: In Vikramson City, Texas, sir.

Shankar Pralayankar: Do you have a picture babe?

Kħadījah: I sure do. Click here Shankar Pralayankar and tell me what you think.

Shankar Pralayankar: Do you allow your husband to watch you and your bulls play?

Kħadījah: Not that that’s any business to concern yourself with, but for the real men out there I leave that up to his lover’s discretion.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat: Here, here, Kħadījah. I so agree. I must confess too, it thrills me to no end when a Hindu stud orders my Musalmān husband around and at the same time treats me like a common Sunni Musalmān whore.

Kħadījah: That’s because you are a common Sunni Musalmān whore dear.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat: Thank you.

Cuck 222: I’m so horny right now.

There was a long pause in Kħadījah’s conversation with Shankar Pralayankar as more chat chatter filled the screen, but by this time the full effect of Kħadījah’s conversation was Just hitting Kħadījah.

Vikramson City was close to home.

Only 1 town away and Kħadījah felt her head swell with panic and curiosity.

As Shankar Pralayankar obviously had, Kħadījah clicked the link that she shared.

Kħadījah gasped as she looked at the page that opened on her screen.

Here is the gist of what Kħadījah  saw:

Kħadījah Ummil Mominīn Vikramson City, Texas Her email address

Below the personal information was a brief introduction from Kħadījah that looked more like a short list of stats.

There was also a sexy picture of Kħadījah wearing a bikini and lying on a chaise by the pool.

In one, hand a frozen margarita.

In the other hand, a cell phone held up to her ear.

A caption below the picture stated: “Call me. I fuck real Hindu men on the first date.”

Introduction: Physical stats: 35 years old, Årabian, natural blond, blue-eyes, 5’6″ 108 lbs, Sunni Musalmān, 24, 36, 28 measurements, shaved.

Marital & financial status: happily married, Musalmān husband pays all expenses

Interests: Dating Hindu men. Being submissive to dominant Hindu men and humiliating my husband Muħammad because I know he loves it.

Skills: Deep-throat Uncut Hindu Cock sucking, 3-hole submission, massage therapy, erotic hypnosis.

Limits: Nothing illegal or sick like sex with animals.

Kħadījah laughed at the limits list and then decided she was somehow grounded because of it.

Kħadījah looked at the picture of the blonde in the bikini and wondered if one day she would be advertising herself like this.

This Sunni Musalmān woman was clearly a naughty Sunni Musalmān girl and Kħadījah felt her excitement grow.

Below the introduction, there was a collage of pictures.

In the center of the collage was a picture of Kħadījah.

Kħadījah  was nude, kneeling and sucking a Hindu man’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

The pictures that orbited the center picture were smaller but intuitive.

Some showed Kħadījah dressed with different Hindu men.

Another showed Kħadījah’s lily Sunni Musalmān ass as Kħadījah rested on all fours.

And a final image was a black circle with a pink question mark inside it.

As Kħadījah looked at the page and the collage especially, Kħadījah moved the pointer about the screen until she realized the pictures were clickable.

Kħadījah’s curiosity got the best of her and she clicked the center image.

A new page displayed and took some time to load.

When the page was loaded, there were 30 pictures in all.

They were arranged as a series and in the first picture, there was Kħadījah dressed and sitting provocatively in a chair.

The shock of it though was that her feet were resting on the back of a Sunni Musalmān guy who was on all 4s and smiling back at the camera.

A caption beneath it stated: My husband Muħammad is my footstool, among other things.

In the second picture, a Hindu wearing bell-bottom pants and an orange tank top was walking through the front door. A large bulge appeared down and to the left of his tight pants.

In the third picture, Muħammad knelt and Kħadījah rose to greet the Hindu with a kiss.

In pictures 4-10, the Hindu embraced Kħadījah and Kħadījah French-kissed him hotly and deeply.

Muħammad was conspicuously absent but his presence was assumed and indicated as Kħadījah’s eyes roved on to picture 11.

In pictures 11-13, Kħadījah undressed and Muħammad is seen kneeling in the background with his head facing the floor.

The first caption stated: Muħammad wants to stay in and have me show Shankar Pralayankar what a Sunni Musalmān whore I am for Uncut Hindu Cock.

As Kħadījah read the copy and looked at the pictures, she felt her Sunni Musalmān lust rise higher than before.

The Sheer magnitude of what Kħadījah was reading was so sinful and wrong and yet the Sunni Musalmān woman in the pictures is so beautiful and sexy.

Kħadījah’s lust overwhelmed her.

Kħadījah could not stop now.

She again reached between her legs and began to stroke.

In pictures 14-17: Kħadījah was nude and kneeling before Shankar Pralayankar.

Kħadījah unzipped his trousers, reached inside and withdrew an enormous monster Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was semi-hard and Kħadījah kissed it on the tip with red painted Sunni Musalmān lips.

Kħadījah stood and stripped herself of all clothing.

Kħadījah returned to her chair, sat, and lifted her legs onto the desktop.

The desk surface was cold but the lusty Sunni Musalmān fire burning within her was heat enough and Kħadījah  fervently stroked her unprotected Sunni Musalmān clit as Kħadījah  looked on at the next picture.

In pictures 18-20: Kħadījah worked the Uncut Hindu Cock with her Sunni Musalmān lips, making it exceptionally hard.

Kħadījah yearned for an Uncut Hindu Cock that hard and mumbled audibly for the first time.

In pictures 21-22, Kħadījah’s mouth was open and stuffed full of Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the mammoth Uncut Hindu Tool.

His balls hang below her chin and there was a long lump appearing along her throat.

A caption stated: A good Sunni Musalmān whore knows best how to lubricate a giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah was simply amazed at how any Sunni Musalmān woman could swallow an Uncut Hindu Cock that size without suffocating.

As Kħadījah stared at the picture and the visual and textual messages sank in, Kħadījah felt a lustful fit coming on and muttered “I need a Hindu man like that in my life” and Kħadījah rubbed her Sunni Musalmān clit just a little faster.

In pictures 23-24, Kħadījah was laying on the floor with her legs spread wide.

Shankar Pralayankar had mounted her and his Uncut Hindu Cock was sunk within her glorious Sunni Musalmān depths.

The caption read: Unprotected Ashvinātam sex is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

In pictures 25-26: Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips were red and stretched while Shankar Pralayankar’s giant Hindu shaft pummeled its way into her.

In picture 27: Shankar Pralayankar had pulled out and Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Pussy gaped open.

In pictures 28, 29, and 30: Kħadījah’s face was shown with an ever-increasing amount of Hindu Vīrý on her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face, filling her very mouth and even dripping from it.

Kħadījah stroked her Sunni Musalmān clit until she came as Kħadījah stared at the amount of Hindu cum on Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān face.

Hindu Vīrý was in her eyes, nostrils and mouth and Kħadījah was so turned on in the moment that she screamed cathartically as the hardest orgasm of the day hit her.

Then without warning, Kħadījah heard the back door shut and Muħammad’s announcement that he was home for the evening.

In her panic, Kħadījah powered off the PC, gathered her clothes and ran to their bathroom just before he reached the staircase.

Chapter 10

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1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

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

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

51. The everbest wives-1

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

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

74. Ammī the competent

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

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

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:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

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


Ahal-Al Bayt-8

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

The Uncut Hindu Obsession

They were watching a show about Casinos and their video surveillance and right to refuse play to skilled black jack players that can actually win money.

“I think the Kħātūn-e-Jannat needs to be monkey-fucked in every orifice by Hindus while Muħammad watches.” said Kħadījah, Muħammad’s wife of nearly 19 years.

“Monkey-fucked, huh?” Muħammad started laughing and wondering when Kħadījah started talking like that and how far she’d discuss this line of thinking.

“What made you think of that?”

“The casinos are dishonest, like the Musalmeen. The Musalmeen neglect them Musalmān Beauties sexually.”

“Monkey-fucked in every orifice by Hindus, where did you come up with that?

“It’s been a long time since we had sex, Muħammad, a long, long time.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Muħammad began, “do you fantasize about sex like that?”

Kħadījah pressed the sound button on the remote as the commercials ended.

Kħadījah watched intently as Muħammad looked at her waiting for an answer.

But he wasn’t going to get one.

Throughout a 19 year marriage, a man learns when and when not to discuss anything with his wife.

It sucks but usually they discussed subjects Kħadījah didn’t want to when Kħadījah was willing and never before.

It was never spur of the moment, or when Muħammad wanted to.

He put up with it like every other married Musalmān because there were more good things about Kħadījah than bad.

While Kħadījah watched the show, Muħammad leaned back into the couch and wondered about her level of interest in monkey-fucking Hindu men.

Did Kħadījah really want it in every orifice, all at once?

What does monkey fucking actually mean to Kħadījah?

Did Kħadījah want small dick with light penetration with fast action in and out of her, or something larger, perhaps gorilla-sized that goes deep and still gives her fast action?

Did Kħadījah want it on the floor, one Hindu in between her open legs pounding his Uncut Hindu Tool into her while another sawed his hard Hindu meat in and out of her open mouth?

Did Kħadījah want them to talk dirty to her and push her over the orgasmic edge for a new high?

As they watched TV, Muħammad subconsciously moved his hand down over his lap as he thought of Kħadījah having sex with Hindus in the manner Kħadījah described for the Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

Kħadījah pressed the sound button on the remote again to mute the TV and turned toward Muħammad.

Muħammad looked at her while his hand rested on his lap.

Muħammad wondered if Kħadījah saw Muħammad was turned on by her comments.

They made eye contact and Muħammad suddenly felt as though her magnetism was stronger than his resistance.

Kħadījah leaned toward Muħammad, put her arms around his neck and they kissed.

Her lips opened and her tongue slowly invaded Muħammad’s mouth as Kħadījah pulled them closer together.

Her kiss was magnificent.

Provocative and passionate and Muħammad felt that maybe this time he would succeed at maintaining an erection long enough to give her the satisfaction Kħadījah desired.

One of her hands remained at the back of his head while the other moved slowly down his face, neck, chest, stomach and then onto his lap.

Kħadījah felt his excitement rising through his jeans and Muħammad could feel her lips smile as Kħadījah recognized his condition.

When they broke their kiss, Muħammad wiped her saliva off his cheeks as Kħadījah moved onto his lap and straddled him.

Her arms went around his neck again and Kħadījah French-kissed Muħammad more forcibly.

As her tongue dove into his mouth, Kħadījah ground herself downward onto his lap and wedged his hard cock between them. Muħammad thrust upward and Kħadījah ground back, each of them getting into the rhythm of dry humping the other.

Muħammad was so hard at the thought of her being fucked like a street corner Sunni Musalmān whore by multiple Hindu strangers that he forgot about all his hang-ups.

Kħadījah broke from their kiss and rocked herself harder over his lap.

Muħammad placed his elbows on her thighs and his hands on her hips.

As Kħadījah continued rocking and grinding herself on his lap, she pulled open her top and freed her braless tits.

Kħadījah cupped her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts in her hands and leaned forward to offer her hard nipples to his lips.

Muħammad was so turned on by the spontaneity that it suddenly felt comfortable pretending Muħammad was a Hindu having sex with his Sunni Musalmān wife.

From that point on, Muħammad reached a staff like hardness and decided it was time to act on their combined lust.

Muħammad used all his core strength to slide closer the edge of the couch and then he used his strong legs to lift them both off the couch.

Once standing, Kħadījah wrapped her legs around his waist.

Muħammad walked them upstairs and into the bedroom.

So far so good and It only got better.

As they crossed the threshold of their bedroom, Kħadījah threw her top to the floor and began to pull his shirttails up out of his pants.

Muħammad continued dry humping against her.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Kħadījah began with a voice of lust and urgency, “Put me down honey, let me rip your shirt off.”

Muħammad put her down.

Immediately Kħadījah ripped his shirt open and yanked it off in pieces.

Then Kħadījah unbuttoned her jeans and told him to strip off with her.

Once naked, his hard cock poked straight out in her direction.

Kħadījah simply smiled at what Kħadījah saw and stepped toward Muħammad.

Muħammad picked her up.

Kħadījah wrapped her legs around his waist again and his cock found the wet opening between her legs.

Muħammad slid right in.

They fucked standing up for several minutes, during which Kħadījah moaned her delight and Muħammad pretended to be her Uncut Hindu Stud fuck partner.

“Oh darling, this is so wonderful. You feel so good inside me. YĀ ALLAAAAAAAH! , I’m going to cum. Keep fucking me. Oh yeah, right there honey, don’t stop,” Kħadījah yelled.

Muħammad continued thrusting into his beautiful wife and Kħadījah slid up and down his cock with ease.

Her breathing grew shallow with each passing moment.

Kħadījah put her hands on his shoulders for leverage and as Kħadījah came, her fingers clenched firmly onto his skin.

Just as Kħadījah came, her walls closed tighter on his shaft and Muħammad pumped his own cum into her.

The experience lasted less than five minutes, yet Ifelt triumphant.

It was the first time in a year Muħammad maintained an erection long enough for Muħammad’s wife and Ito reach sexual bliss together.

They fell on the bed together and Muħammad remained hard inside her.

Kħadījah relaxed underneath him as Muħammad lifted her legs into the air and grasped onto her ankles.

In this position, Muħammad slowly began another round of in and out full penetration.

Muħammad felt invincible as he continued pretending to be Kħadījah’s hung Hindu lover.

“Oh Muħammad, Allah, my sweet man, you’re fucking me so well. You feel so good inside me.”

They looked into each other’s eyes while Muħammad thrust into her a little faster.

“Tell me what I did differently this time to make you perform like such a stud. I need to know. I really like you this way and I want to ensure I do right by you. Allah, I’m going to cum again. I love you Muħammad! Give it to me. Make love to me, you stud!”

As Kħadījah expressed her enthusiasm for his renewed sense of self and ability, Muħammad picked up the pace and long-stroked his six-inch shaft inside her.

Muħammad watched Kħadījah’s body writhe beneath him as Muħammad continued pounding into her.

His body temperature rose way above normal and perspiration drops slid down his back.

Her orgasm came in waves and the pleasure washed over her.

Several moments passed before Kħadījah could speak, and even then, Kħadījah was mildly incoherent.

“How,” Kħadījah began, “are you staying hard for me, Viagra?”

“No drugs.”

“How are you managing it then?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Tell me Muħammad, and keep fucking me. Whatever it is, I want more!”

“I got turned on when you said the Kħātūn-e-Jannat needs to be monkey-fucked by Hindus.”

Kħadījah smiled,

“keep going Muħammad. Fuck me and tell me everything!” Kħadījah arched her back and came again.

“I wondered about that comment, like if you said it because you want that for yourself. And, those thoughts started filling my cock, making it hard.”

“Allah, Muħammad, you want me to fuck Hindus?”

“There’s more.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m pretending I’m a hung Uncut Hindu Stud, giving you the satisfaction that you deserve and haven’t gotten from your husband Muħammad in a long, long time.”

“Do you want me to pretend you are Hindu?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck me with your big Uncut Hindu Cock and show my wimp Musalmān husband what a whore his Sunni Musalmān wife can be!”

Muħammad couldn’t believe his good fortune, but that did it for him.

Whatever pressure Muħammad felt, prior to telling her the truth, simply disappeared.

He never wanted to cum so hard inside his wife as in that moment and so he slammed into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as hard as he could.

Muħammad gave it to her hard and deep while Kħadījah encouraged him to cum inside her.

At the point of no return, Kħadījah simply said,

I want Uncut Hindu Cock from now on.”

The next morning Muħammad woke to Kħadījah’s warm mouth on his cock.

The covers were off him and around her shoulders as Kħadījah lay between his legs, propped on her elbows.

Kħadījah held his hard dick to her mouth and her fingers caressed his shaft.

Kħadījah alternated using her tongue and lips to pleasure Muħammad from crown to balls.

Muħammad smiled upon recognizing what was happening and wondered if Kħadījah was craving Uncut Hindu Cock or else.

Muħammad propped himself up on his own elbows and said,

“Good morning.”

Kħadījah paused and said,

“Good morning.” back to him.

“It feels really good.” Muħammad said.

“I’m glad it feels good. After last night, Muħammad wanted to do this for you.” Kħadījah said and resumed her mouthing on his cock.

They maintained eye contact until Kħadījah moved her head in position to swallow his cock whole and Muħammad lay back against his pillow and closed his eyes.

Muħammad decided I would try not to bring up the Uncut Hindu Cock fantasy for now unless Kħadījah did. Muħammad was very curious to find out because last night’s spontaneity and honesty resulted in the best sex they’ve had in a long time.

But, if that were a onetime event to get him over his erection problem, that was okay by him.

That problem was the result of a bad reaction to the blood pressure medicine Muħammad was on.

It was humiliating not to be able to get it up and stay hard for her.

Kħadījah was very supportive of Muħammad and even though he got off the medicine and onto something better, Muħammad still had the mental anguish for months.

Muħammad was afraid to try.

He was glad that was over with.

Sex is one of the joys of living after all.

Muħammad loved his wife more than anything, including his own self-respect.

He was even proud of it.

Muħammad even told openly that Hindus may have Uncut Hindu Cock but Musalmeen love their Musalmān wives even more than their own self respect.

Hindus never do it.

Even Durgesh never does it.

Kħadījah had stuck by Muħammad through thick and thin and if Kħadījah wants Uncut Hindu Cock fantasy from now on, he will certainly support her.

It was very hot for Ito role-play that with her.

So much in fact, Muħammad found his mind drifting back to last night in search of the lustful thoughts that gave them such mutual pleasure.

Kħadījah’s blowjob was slow and soothing.

Kħadījah seemed contented the longer she spent teasing his cock and balls with her lips, tongue and fingers.

When Kħadījah slowly sucked his cock down her throat and then withdrew in the same manner, Muħammad moaned his contentment and reached down to put his hands on her head.

Kħadījah responded favorably to his hands, allowing him to control her movement.

Muħammad lifted her head off his cock and pulled her up to face him.

He kissed her full on the mouth and tasted his cock on her breath.

Kħadījah kissed him back with great passion and they fell back against the pillows together.

Muħammad rolled her over and got between her legs as Kħadījah willingly opened up to him.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was a warm wet pond and Muħammad dove in cock first, penetrating all the way to the base of his cock.

Kħadījah moaned beneath Muħammad.

Her guttural sounds made his dick harder as Muħammad began to saw it in and out of her.

Muħammad was not feeling like he needed to be uncut or cut in that moment but rather just a man intent on pleasuring his wife.

In the days and weeks that followed his relationship with Kħadījah grew stronger and more fulfilling for both of them.

They flirted with one another every chance they got, making it seem to others like they were still on their honeymoon.

It was as if they were falling in love all over again.

And, the sex was fantastic.

Muħammad was performing without fear of erection failure and Kħadījah was becoming the wanton lover of his dreams.

One day they met for lunch and the mood just struck both of them while eating their Chicken Cobb Salads in a corner booth.

Kħadījah made the first move by taking his left hand and kissing the tip of his index finger.

Her glossy lips parted and Kħadījah sucked his finger into her mouth.

Kħadījah made it look as though Kħadījah  were giving head to a real cock and as Muħammad watched her, Kħadījah  occasionally flashed her beautiful eyes his way.

Muħammad let down his guard and became lost in the lust as Kħadījah wet his finger in her warm mouth.

Her eyes cast toward him, then around him and every time they made eye contact again Muħammad felt his inhibitions fade.

After her eyes darted upward and over his shoulder a few times, Muħammad figured someone might be standing behind them, watching.

Muħammad was rock hard and so turned on, with her spontaneity, that he feared Kħadījah would stop if he turned to look.

Muħammad didn’t want her to stop.

Her mouth was working magic on his finger, and his neural network was delivering sexual messages straight to his cock.

To say Muħammad was hard is an understatement.

Muħammad was rock hard and wanting to touch her and return the favor.

Muħammad wanted to kiss her neck and trace his wet finger down the front of her body, lingering at all the places he knew gave her pleasure.

While Kħadījah’s glances went from his finger to the open space beyond him, it dawned on Ithat Kħadījah was performing for someone besides him.

This suspicion should have made Muħammad angry but it didn’t.

Instead, Muħammad was even more turned on and since no one was stopping them, Muħammad put his right hand on Kħadījah’s left thigh and caressed her there.

A tray of dishes crashed to the floor and Muħammad turned to see only an attractive Hindu with pen and notebook in hand, standing in silence ready to take their order.

He was tall, young and muscular under his white shirt and black bow tie.

Muħammad looked at Kħadījah.

To his amazement, Kħadījah was still busy with his finger, only now licking along the length while looking at him.

His heart beat faster as Muħammad watched his wife seduce their young waiter.

His nametag said ‘Shankar’ and he appeared willing to remain watching.

They watched her in unison as Kħadījah dropped his finger from her mouth and moved it over her chest.

Muħammad knew the wondrous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts that lay waiting beneath her clothing.

Kħadījah held his finger and drew imaginary circles that outlined her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts for him.

Then Kħadījah dropped his hand altogether and looked at Shankar.

“We’re ready for the sex. I mean check.” Kħadījah said and giggled.

In her moment of laughter, Kħadījah was radiant and sexy.

After Shankar left to get their check, Kħadījah grabbed his shirt and pulled them closer to one another.

The look on her face was Sheer excitement and Muħammad felt his own adrenalin surging as Kħadījah said,

“He wants to fuck me.”

“So do me.”

“I want to have sex with Shankar, a real Uncut Hindu Cock.” Kħadījah said, “I don’t want any imagination now.”

Kħadījah’s blunt confession took Muħammad by surprise.

Fantasy role-play was one thing but this was entirely another.

“Are you serious?” Muħammad asked.

“Yes. Please don’t be mad. It’s probably just the heat of the moment, but I can’t help it.”

“I’ll be honest Kħadījah. That idea turns me on and frightens me. I just wouldn’t want to lose you. Can we talk about this more at home?”

“Yes darling and I definitely want to resume our play together too.”

“Okay,” Muħammad said and smiled.

When Shankar returned with the check, Kħadījah excused herself and exited the other side of the booth.

As Kħadījah slipped out, Shankar offered his hand and helped her up.

After Kħadījah left, Shankar asked Muħammad,

“Is Kħadījah your wife?”

“Yes Kħadījah is. Kħadījah’s hot isn’t Kħadījah?”

“Yes sir, Kħadījah sure is. You’re a lucky man.” he said.

“You seem like a nice guy, Shankar. Do you have a Sunni Musalmān girl friend of your own?”

“Nah, but I do okay.” he laughed.

Itipped Shankar $50 for a $30 meal and said,

“Your discretion is appreciated, Shankar.”

“Absolutely.” he said.

“Then you can expect us to return and we’ll expect you to be our waiter.” Muħammad said. “But, I can’t promise any repeat performances. Now, excuse me, I need to run.”***

All afternoon Muħammad sat in his office contemplating his relationship with Kħadījah, his feelings for her, and their marriage as well as potential consequences of the direction they were taking.

What started with role-play between them was quickly moving on to Kħadījah having real sexual relations with another man.

And a Hindu at that.

Talk about “be careful what you wish for,” this could really happen.

Still, it was exciting to see his Panjvaqtā Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife actively entertain another man, seducing him with her sweet mischief.

Muħammad didn’t know it was thrilling to him, because he couldn’t do it himself.

Kħadījah wanted another man because Muħammad was an incompetent husband for her actually.

Muħammad should have never married Kħadījah.

Only because he was named Muħammad, only because she was named Kħadījah, their parents dreamed of their happy married life.

It was a mistake often the Musalmān parents repeat innocently.

They forget their innocent desires were not enough to make the dreams of their children come true.

It requires something more from everyone concerned.

Kħadījah seemed so at ease performing for him and then for Muħammad, to learn that he was also a Hindu made it even hotter.

There was simply no other explanation for what happened.

Muħammad’s wife enjoyed their Hindu on Musalmān Beauties role play more than Ithought and now Kħadījah apparently wanted to take it further.

Muħammad wondered how long Kħadījah had been feeling this way, how far Kħadījah wanted to go and how far Muħammad was willing to let it happen.

How does Muħammad fit into this scenario?

Is Muħammad an observer, a participant, or God forbid, Nauzbillah, waiting at home for her to return from a hot night out?

What attributes besides Hindu and cock size did Kħadījah desire?

Had Kħadījah found any possible man yet?

Was Shankar a consideration?

Would Kħadījah actually go on a date with him?

Would Kħadījah kiss him and go to bed with him?

He was certainly Hindu, attractive, very well mannered and Interested according to Kħadījah.

Perhaps he would be a good first choice.

Ithought of so many questions and possible responses as Muħammad sat in his chair and looked out the window.

He stroked his fingers over his trousers and felt the outline that his cock made against the fabric as he imagined Kħadījah and he play out different scenarios.

When, Muħammad came to the question ‘How would they know if they had gone too far and their marriage suffers?’ Muħammad didn’t have an answer.

This last thought had a sobering effect on him and Muħammad decided to go home early.***

On his drive home after the lunch shift, Shankar thought about the couple that he waited on in the restaurant.

They were not like any other couples he’d seen in the corner booth before.

When he approached their table, he couldn’t help but notice the woman’s eyes on him as Kħadījah kissed and sucked her husband’s finger.

He saw a hunger in her and it wasn’t for the food on her plate.

It seemed to him as he watched her that Kħadījah was watching him, too.

Like they had made a connection and the chemistry was right even if risky.

He knew if the gentleman didn’t react well to the fact that his wife was seductively flirting with the Hindu waiter that he might get fired but he was glad that he watched in silence.

And the best part was not only was there no trouble but Shankar got a fat $50 tip too.

Normally, Shankar went home to work on his business plan. He wanted to open a fitness club and needed to get his loan request paperwork in order.

He already identified the perfect location and a friend would sell him equipment at a huge discount.

But today, that work would have to wait.

Shankar was just too turned on to think.

Instead, he reached for his cell phone and dialed the number at the top of his new favorite list.

Shankar was quite aware that Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā had provided him with qualities that beautiful Sunni Musalmān women desired in a Hindu man.

First off, he was charismatic, handsome and Hindu.

Second, he was young and athletic, reasonably intelligent and goal oriented such that he could explain his life’s ambitions in order to carry on a decent non-sexual conversation with anyone, but especially Sunni Musalmān women.

And, third, he was hung.

The other thing Shankar excelled at was keeping his mouth shut.

He did not boast to anyone about his sexual conquests.

This was often a comforting matter to Sunni Musalmān women who cheat on their Musalmān husbands with him.

He knew the adage “the squeaky wheel gets the grease” but he seldom complained or blamed others for situations he found himself in.

He appreciated Durgesh in the matter.

What a Hindu!

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What a Hindu!

Durgesh has successfully established his Sex Empire with Superb Musalmān Beauties, with brains, too.

Shankar did enjoy the personal intimacy attention he received from Sunni Musalmān women and more often than not, the longer a Sunni Musalmān woman remained in his presence, the more vulnerable and horny she became.

His cell phone directory was jammed with phone numbers for such Sunni Musalmān women.

They were as young as 18 and as old as 35.

About 25% were married and others had boyfriends but they all had one thing in common: they had sex with Shankar shortly after meeting him.

There were only two Sunni Musalmān women in Shankar’s directory that he didn’t have sex with: his Mother and Sister.

Yes, like Durgesh Shankar also had a Sunni Musalmān mother.

But unlike Durgesh Shankar had a sister too.

Not from his father, however.

Her mother was a divorcee and she already had a daughter from her ex husband, a Musalmān, when she married Shankar’s father.

His cell phone had multi-list support, like play lists on an MP3 player.

Shankar used this feature to organize his phone numbers into lists such as blonde, brunette, and red head.

In addition, he had lists for Sunni Musalmān girls that excelled in particular activities such as deep-throat, ATM (ass to mouth), cum swallowing, and GGB (two Sunni Musalmān girls at once with Shankar).

The beauty of this technology was that when Shankar was horny an answer was only a phone call away.

While his car was stopped at a traffic light, Shankar’s first call was answered by a recorded voice.

He clicked the call off and dialed the next number.

He wanted to have his Uncut Hindu Cock sucked off while the memory of the Sunni Musalmān woman at the restaurant was still fresh in his mind.

On the second call, someone answered.

“Hello, this is Åāýéshah.” said a happy voice.

“Hey baby, this is Shankar.”

“Hi!” she exclaimed, “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m horny. When are you going to come over again and fuck my brains out? I could really use that now.”

“I’m horny too, how about I come over and we can take care of each other?”

“Hell yeah,” Åāýéshah said, “When do you think you’ll get here? Do I have time to take a shower?”

“I’m almost at your apartment complex. Why don’t you strip and wait for me at your door. We can jump in the shower together.

“Mmm. I like that idea. I’m so glad you called.

Shankar smiled and in his mind, he told himself he would be taken care of too.

His first choice was Islam but she was unavailable.

With her dark hair and body built for sex 30 year old Islam most closely resembled the Sunni Musalmān woman from the restaurant.

Åāýéshah was wearing little to begin with and quickly stripped off her tight tee and panties.

She was horny and excited about Shankar’s imminent arrival and she reached down to feel her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

It was exceptionally wet already and Åāýéshah couldn’t help herself as she started to finger her wet Sunni Musalmān hole in anticipation of Shankar’s arrival.

She let her mind travel to her favorite masturbation fantasy, telling herself as she increased the pace on her clit that she was going to bring it up this time.

It was no surprise to Shankar that Åāýéshah met him at the door in the manner he suggested.

As he walked in, he kissed her on the mouth.

They French-kissed for several hot moments and then he pushed her down to her knees.

Åāýéshah acquiesced to his guidance and fell to her knees.

Shankar unzipped his jeans and pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock out for her.

He was mostly hard and Åāýéshah Just creamed when she saw it.

As she put her small white hands around his very Hindu python-sized Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāýéshah  decided to go for it.

“Shankar, there’s something I want to say,” Åāýéshah began, “the last time you were here, we got pretty rough.” Åāýéshah kissed the top of his Uncut Hindu Cock head and let her lips cascade over it until they sealed around the crown.

Åāýéshah lip-sucked this top portion for several moments before continuing.

During this time, Shankar reflected on the sex they had last time.

They had gotten very wild as he recalled slapping Åāýéshah’s extremely gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while he fucked her and Åāýéshah screamed through multiple orgasms.

“What’s up Åāýéshah? What do you want to say to me?”

“Just that I liked it and was hoping we could do it again,” Åāýéshah said while looking up at Shankar.

Her kneeling and his height made the appearance of him towering over her so much more intensely appealing to Åāýéshah.

So much so that her hand returned to her Sunni Musalmān clit and Åāýéshah told Shankar of her secret Sunni Musalmān lust for a Hindu Master.

Shankar stood in silence thinking about what Åāýéshah said to him.

He heard the yearning in her voice and although he had no direct BDSM experience, the idea of power exchange with her appealed to him, especially given the purpose of today’s visit.

“What are you offering me Åāýéshah?” asked Shankar.

“I want you to train me to satisfy your sexual appetite. I want you to tell me what to do and I want to do whatever you want me to do. I want to be fucked every which way by you and to worship you Shankar. I want to feel your Hindu hands spank my Sunni Musalmān bottom again, and the stinging and the warmth that you brought to my Sunni Musalmān skin. I want to see how far you will push me and how far I’m feeling to go.”

Åāýéshah spoke with such sincerity in her voice; Shankar looked down at the young Sunni Musalmān woman on the floor looking up at him.

Her beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes welled with water and Shankar felt so touched by her confession to him that he temporarily dismissed his thoughts of the Sunni Musalmān woman in the restaurant.

Åāýéshah felt as though Shankar looked at her warmly and so she asked,

“May I call you Master?”

Shankar smiled.

Durgesh hated this address for him from his women.

He liked them to call him Hindu Piyā more.

But, it’s all right.

Åāýéshah wanted to be mastered by a Hindu lover now.

Let her get it.

Shankar nodded and then asked,

“Do you want me to call you Åāýéshah or some other name?”

“Master, you may call me anything that pleases you.”

“Give me some examples Åāýéshah,” he said.

“Slut, bitch, whore, cunt, really anything you want” Åāýéshah  said, “I Just want to have really intense sex with you and the more you can degrade me the more I think I’ll like it.”

“Okay Åāýéshah, show me what an obedient Sunni Musalmān slut you are. Go to work on my Uncut Hindu Cock and don’t stop to talk until I ask you to.”

“Thank you Master,” said Åāýéshah and she then started her first assigned task by kissing his Uncut Hindu Cock with her sweet Sunni Musalmān lips.

Åāýéshah inhaled his strong musky scent as she kissed Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock all over.

Then Åāýéshah opened her mouth and sucked Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock head just past her quivering Sunni Musalmān lips.

Shankar withdrew from her mouth and said “follow me.”

He walked to her bedroom and told Åāýéshah to crawl on her hands and knees.

In the bedroom, he pulled the Sheets down and let them fall on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Then Shankar got on top of the bed and lay down with his legs hanging over the side.

He sat up briefly using his strong abdominal muscles and said “get over here and finish your work bitch.”

He liked the new power Åāýéshah had given him.

Shankar watched Åāýéshah crawl the remaining paces until her open mouth was Just at the tip of his Uncut Hindu Cock.

As Åāýéshah’s mouth took in Shankar’s giant Uncut Hindu Tool, Shankar lay back and closed his eyes as he felt his desire return for the Sunni Musalmān woman at the restaurant.

******

Driving home was somewhat of a blur as Muħammad wondered what was in store for him when he got home.

Muħammad drove past a grocery store, decided to stop and buy her flowers.

It would be a nice touch, a detail to make her feel appreciated.

One thing Muħammad had learned about flowers was that it was a lot cheaper to buy them at a grocery store than at a florist shop and the effect on his wife is still the same.

Kħadījah becomes very affectionate!

Muħammad parked his car in the garage next to Kħadījah’s.

Inside the house, there was no immediate sign of her presence, but as Muħammad walked up the staircase, he could hear Kħadījah.

As he placed his hand on the doorknob to their bedroom, Muħammad recognized the sounds as her moans and whimpers of ecstasy.

After Muħammad opened the door, he stood in the doorway to take in the site before him.

Kħadījah lay face down on the middle of the bed, with her feet over the edge and a large Uncut Hindu dildo shoved into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her arms were by her side and Kħadījah lay there to rest after what sounded like an exhaustive orgasm.

Her clothes were strewn on the floor alongside two empty plastic bags.

Muħammad walked into the room and noticed their flat screen TV was playing a pornographic movie.

On the screen, a Sunni Musalmān woman was being gang banged by Hindu men.

They were all muscular and hung.

In the background of the raunchy scene, something else piqued his curiosity and Muħammad continued watching the movie.

When the scene finally reached the climax, a shot focused in on a Sunni Musalmān man bound to a chair with rope.

He was the husband and his mouth was gagged too.

Then the camera zoomed in on his cut crotch.

It was wet, clearly indicating he had cum in his pants.

Muħammad reached down, unzipped his trousers and whipped his cut Cock out.

While watching the Hindu guys cum on the Sunni Musalmān woman’s face and tits, Muħammad began to stroke himself.

This was all so surreal and hot too.

Then Muħammad felt Kħadījah’s body press into his back.

“Hi” Kħadījah whispered as she reached around to stroke Muħammad.

“Hi,” Muħammad said back and continued watching the Hindu men coat the Sunni Musalmān woman’s body with their hot Hindu Vīrý.

Kħadījah moved around to face Muħammad.

They kissed momentarily.

Kħadījah lowered herself to her knees and just took his cut Musalmān Cock into her mouth.

On the screen, the next scene began.

The cum-covered Sunni Musalmān wife returned to her Sunni Musalmān husband and straddled his lap.

She left him bound to the chair and removed the gag from his mouth.

Then she leaned in and aligned her right Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast with his mouth.

He accepted the offering by willingly parting his lips and licking some Hindu Vīrý off her Sunni Musalmān nipple.

This scene and his wife’s hot mouth proved too much for Muħammad.

When he announced his impending orgasm, Kħadījah withdrew and said,

“Please don’t hate me Muħammad, but I want Uncut Hindu Cock and if you let me have it I promise I will take care of your every need.”

Her confession was just too much to take.

Muħammad felt his semen flow out of his balls and up the shaft.

Muħammad thrust his cut Musalmān Cock to her parted lips and said,

“Allah, Kħadījah, I’m cumming!”

Kħadījah grabbed his cut Musalmān Cock and directed it to her open mouth as first strand shot out and landed on her face.

The second strand made it partially into her mouth and then a third went onto her tongue.

Kħadījah closed off the distance by sucking the head into her mouth and Muħammad pumped more cum into her.

On the screen, the Sunni Musalmān husband was cleaning off his wife’s other Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast and Muħammad felt his cut Musalmān Cock twitch and pump out more cum as Kħadījah swallowed him down her throat.

No matter how good her mouth felt, it was the relationship of the Sunni Musalmān woman and the Hindu man on the screen that captivated Muħammad’s lust.

And all of a sudden, he just gave in to the temptation and began another confession.

“Kħadījah?” Muħammad began.

Kħadījah looked up at Muħammad.

Muħammad pointed at the screen and said, “I want what they have.”

Kħadījah stopped to look.

When Kħadījah saw all that was happening Kħadījah turned to Muħammad and said,

“Allah, Oh God, Allah, Muħammad, that’s so hot.”

Kħadījah rose to her feet and said,

“I want us to be like them too, Muħammad. We can too, you know that.”

Kħadījah reached down and stroked his cut Musalmān Cock in her hand,

“We can be like them Muħammad because we make all the rules. Isn’t that right?”

Muħammad nodded and said “Yes.”

“Do you want to show me your desire by licking your cum off my lips?”

“Allah Kħadījah, yes,” Muħammad said.

“I want you to pretend, I Just came home from a date with our waiter, Shankar. Remember her darling? I used a big Hindu dildo all afternoon while thinking about Shankar ramming his big Uncut Hindu Cock into my Sunni Musalmān Cunt.”

“Yes, Kħadījah, I remember Shankar.”

“When he dropped me off at home and I gave him head on our front porch. I swallowed a lot of Shankar’s Hindu Vīrý and what’s left is on my face.”

Muħammad couldn’t wait any longer and leaned in to taste the streaks of cum that stuck to her face.

“Yes darling, show me your desire to be my cuckold Sunni Musalmān husband. You want it too. Don’t you, Muħammad? Enjoy yourself as you clean off my face. I want you to get used to this idea, Muħammad! Because I intend to start dating Hindu men. They’re going to take me out at your expense and I’m going to suck their Uncut Hindu Cocks and let them treat me like their Sunni Musalmān whore as they fuck me all night long.”

Chapter 9

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

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

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

51. The everbest wives-1

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

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

74. Ammī the competent

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

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

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:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

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


Ahal-Al Bayt-7

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Åāyeshah Siddīqah continued,

“Durgesh, I just threw up in my mouth picturing Kħadījah Muħammad and you naked. Both your Kħadījah Muħammad and  her Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah,  invited me to supper and I wouldn’t miss this for the—”

“Okay, you’re staying for supper, Åāyeshah. Matter of fact, you’re not going home alone. I’d leave you there. But if I find out you told anyone about seeing my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen and Kħadījah Muħammad’s Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, naked, I’ll think something more of you.”

“C’mon, Durgesh, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“You’re not being much of a friend, especially since we haven’t seen one another for nearly a year. We should catch up over dinner while we—”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah, I need to find out what’s going on here. I’m sorry to say but I always find you not with me, instead with the Musalmān Beauties trying to get me desperately inside them.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled,

“And what’s wrong with that? You are a hypersexual. You yourself need a hottest Sunni Musalmān Pussy to stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into it. What if we Musalmān Beauties also love to provide you what you need?”

I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah serenely,

“You are in it?”

“In what?”

“In this nonsense?”

“What nonsense?”

“This celebration of Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate my new Multibillionairehood?”

“What if I am?”

Åāyeshah!” I addressed her impatiently, “Åāyeshah, I’ve already accepted your proposal to fuck the Musalmān Beauties in need, as My Social Service to you Musalmān Beauties. I’ve already accepted the proposal of Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ to fuck the Musalmān Beauties in need, as a Sex Therapist. What more you Musalmān Beauties want from me?  Naturally, I can’t fuck the entire millions of you Musalmān Beauties. I’m also an ordinary man after all, as the rest of the males are. Naturally, I have to choose some of you millions of the Musalmān Beauties. Naturally, I have to reject the rest of you.”

“Yes, I can understand that.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah watched me with concern.

“Then what’s this happening darling?”

“Ask Kħadījah Muħammad. I think it’s her own big idea as her Ammījān too is in it.”

“You are not in it?”

“Not till now.”

“Isn’t it a part of ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’?”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes widened in indisputable childlike consternation,

“Allah, I never suspected of that.”

“But it maybe?”

“How? That’s a teen Musalmān Beauties’ movement. Isn’t that?”

“It was primarily.” I acknowledged, “But soon the rest of the Musalmān Beauties started to combat the teen Musalmān Beauties’ movement to safeguard their own interest. They refused to give it another less Islamic name. So the movement now involves the entire Musalmān Beauties irrespective of their age groups.”

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah!”Åāyeshah Siddīqah was horrified.

I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah calmly.

Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face was placid.

I could not say from her body language whether she was telling me the truth.

She was not anymore the simple Åāyeshah Siddīqah I met her first.

She held my Uncut Hindu Penis then without even realizing what she was holding for support.

It was so long, so thick and so strong, and her husband’s cut Musalmān cock was so small, so slender and so limp that she could never even imagine it was my Uncut Hindu Penis she was holding for support.

She thought it was some steel rod fixed in the bike for support.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah realized when it grew in her fist.

Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! She was holding my Uncut Hindu Penis for support!

But the realization could not keep her ashamed of her any longer than momentarily.

Instantaneously it thrilled her instead.

Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! What a penis!

Even she took it for a steel rod!

Her fist clinched on my Uncut Hindu Penis, now deliberately.

She felt its entire length, thickness and the incredible strength.

Moreover, she felt the foreskin too.

She realized I was not a Musalmān.

I must be a Hindu.

So what?

Why shouldn’t she enjoy the forbidden fruit too?

Most of her extremely gorgeous Musalmān Beauties friends were already enjoying it.

Are they not?

And they are not ashamed of it even a bit.

Instead, they are proud of it.

Hell, why can’t she herself enjoy the forbidden fruit?***

Chapter 8

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

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

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

51. The everbest wives-1

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

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

74. Ammī the competent

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

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

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:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

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


Ahal-Al Bayt-6

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

The nude day arranged

I wondered what I’d do if Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t there.

I couldn’t imagine.

Even then, I was so glad that my friend, Åāyeshah Siddīqah, was there.

She wanted to celebrate my new multi billionairehood.

My mind was racing with beautiful thoughts because of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen’s nakedness.

Besides, it was just wrong.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah was already demanding the same from me and I wanted to do it with Kħadījah Muħammad?

How was it justified even?

Kħadījah Muħammad was my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen.

I wanted to touch her everywhere.

I wanted to feel her tits and kiss her nipples.

I wanted to have sex with my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Outqueen, instead with Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I couldn’t believe that I suddenly wanted to have sex with my own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, Kħadījah Muħammad, more than I wanted to have sex with Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

I was suddenly so horny about her.

Suddenly, I realized that if I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, certainly, she could feel my growing Uncut everstanding Hindu Cock pressed against her belly.

Cautious to touch any part of my naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen that I would lose control of my senses and ravish her right there on the kitchen floor, on the cold granite countertop, and on the island, I dropped my hands to her shoulders.

Instead of returning her hug, I gave her a polite mini hug that I gave one of my college professors while saying my goodbye for the year.

“I don’t understand. You love fur? Why are you demonstrating and why in the house?”

“Fur has nothing to do with me being naked, Durgesh.”

“Have you become a nudist since I left?”

“Silly Hindu, don’t you know what today is?”

“Is today the day you lost your mind?”

“Oh, Durgesh, you’re so uptight,” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “Today we Musalmān Beauties are celebrating a glorious Nude Day for you, which is why you saw so many naked Musalmān Beauties on the way home, and your entire Musalmān Beauties are celebrating it, darling. I’m also tired of living my life so inhibited and uptight,” she said breaking off my hug, stepping back, and raising her arms over her head.

She again walked to me.

And now I hugged her and lifted her off the ground hugging her back while moving my hands down to the bottom of her ass cheeks and cupping them.

Then, when breaking my hug, I felt the both sides of her tits with my hands as I let her go.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah gave me an elbow to the ribs to pay me back for enjoying my naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen instead of herself.

“Ow! What was that for?” I asked rubbing my side.

“That’s for being unfair.”

“Stop fighting you two.” Kħadījah Muħammad retorted,  “Nothing ever changes between you. You act the same way with one another as you did when you were just twenty eight.”

“I feel so free, finally,” she said smiling at the two of us, “I just want to run naked through the streets wishing everyone a Happy Nude Day.”

“Never, Kħadījah Muħammad. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

” Embarrassed, no, not at all.” Kħadījah Muħammad said. “Maybe, I’ll be embarrassed later tonight or tomorrow, but today, I’m invigorated by celebrating a nude day that has made me realize how foolish I have been to hide my body away from even you whom I love and who share my all body parts. Wearing clothes really is stupid when you think about it. Everyone should be naked, at least for one day out of the year.”

“Are you on any medications that you haven’t been taking, lately?”

“Oh, Durgesh, don’t be silly. Get with the spirit of this Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate your Multi Billionairehood and celebrate who we are beneath this manmade garb.” Kħadījah Muħammad said flipping up the edge of my shirt collar, “You might be surprised to discover that you aren’t Abercrombie and Fitch or Polo, but instead skin, hair, blood, and bones.”

Kħadījah Muħammad always paced around the room moving her hands and arms when expressing her feelings.

I stared at her tits that lifted up higher whenever she lifted her arms.

I was mesmerized by her extremely beautiful naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

I stared at her areolas and her nipples were erect.

I wondered if she was aroused being naked in front of Åāyeshah Siddīqah and me.

I wondered if she fantasized about doing this.
“So strip off those clothes and you too Åāyeshah Siddīqah, if you are planning to stay for dinner.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah unbuckled my pants and I put a hand on her hand.

“Don’t,” I said giving her an icy stare.

I looked to Kħadījah Muħammad giving her naked body another long stare,

“I’m going upstairs. Put something on, please.”

“Oh, Durgesh, really, you must learn to relax. Dinner will be ready within the hour.” Kħadījah Muħammad said returning to her food preparation.

I walked up the stairs with Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

“I can’t believe you grabbed Kħadījah Muħammad’s ass instead of mine,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah complained, “and felt the sides of her tits. You are such iniquitous.”

“Dude, that was awesome. Kħadījah Muħammad is so cool and she really has a hot body. Her tits—” I said holding her hands out in front of my chest.

“Don’t you ever talk about your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen like that, in front of me.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said turning to me and sticking an index finger in my face, “If you want to stay friends with me, then don’t you ever disrespect me by talking about your Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen in a sexual way ever again, when I want you into me very much. Apparently, she’s going through something emotional, the change of life or something horrible like that. Maybe she’s dying of cancer and hasn’t told anyone. Maybe, she doesn’t have much longer to live and now wants to experience more of life while living it naked.”

“Chill Åāyeshah, I wish Kħadījah Muħammad be as hot, I mean, as nice as she is today. Kħadījah Muħammad is extremely beautiful even at her Sixty. She’d never get naked like that until she wants to have sex with me. She doesn’t even undress in front of others. She turns the light off and dresses in her walk-in closet with the door closed. Besides, she told you she’s naked because it’s Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate my new Multi Billionairehood. I think it’s a great idea to return to your roots, even if it’s only one day out of the year.”

“Just shut up about it. Okay?”

We continued upstairs without talking.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah didn’t know what to say.

I was so excited not only seeing Kħadījah Muħammad naked but also hugging her naked, too.

This was the first time I had seen Kħadījah Muħammad naked, after a substantial time.

Before this, she was always so modest and respectable whenever she was not alone with me.

Never had I even seen so much as an up skirt shot of her panty or a down blouse view of her bra and here she is not only totally naked but also totally comfortable being naked.

Seeing Kħadījah Muħammad in that way without a shred of modesty, seeing her extremely striking Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, and then when she turned around seeing her tits, nipples, and tremendously stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, had given me an Hindu erection.

All I could think about was my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen’s naked body and not the reason of the Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate my Multi Billionairehood that triggered her nudity.

In an instant, she had made me so horny that I wanted to have sex with her even before that with Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

Uncomfortable with the thought of it, I was embarrassed by its idea.

Her public display made me so horny.

Now that I contemplated it again, it even turned me on that Åāyeshah Siddīqah was staring at my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen’s naked body, too when I hugged her.
Now, I wished I had touched her anywhere and everywhere, accidentally on purpose, of course, so that she wouldn’t think me excited, just clumsy.

I wished I had brushed my hand by and felt her tit or her enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass or her tremendously stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy in the way that Åāyeshah Siddīqah had.
Yeah, sure, that was my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, but she does still have a nice athletic Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body for a mature Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.

Yeah, sure, I’d seen plenty of naked enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women and even enjoyed almost all of them, and I saw all those PETA people demonstrating or Nude Day people celebrating.

But Kħadījah Muħammad was outstanding, even while I’ve already enjoyed her to my heart’s content.

Yet, this was my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen.

I couldn’t believe I just saw Kħadījah Muħammad naked and controlled myself too, in favor of Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

Her enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass was still teasing me in thoughts too.

My mind was reeling with sexual thoughts surrounding my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen’s nakedness.

Without her realizing it, she had just given me material for fucking her years.

Suddenly, I wanted to strip off my clothes and parade around her naked, but I couldn’t.

It was so unsophisticated.

And at my sixty-one?

Nonsense!

Suddenly, I wanted to show her my Uncut everstanding Hindu Cock under the pretense of celebrating Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate my Multi Billionairehood.

I wanted to see if Kħadījah Muħammad would stare at my Uncut everstanding Hindu Cock, in front of everyone,  or look away.

I was curious if seeing my Uncut everstanding Hindu Cock would make Kħadījah Muħammad as horny as she had made me by showing me her naked body.

Yet, just as I couldn’t strip naked in front of my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, out of erudition, I was unable to understand her appreciation of the Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate my Multi Billionairehood.

What if my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, came home?

What would she think?

I’d be so excited being naked in front of my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah simultaneously.

My wife wouldn’t understand her Hindu husband, Durgesh,  parading naked in front of his Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah simultaneously.

Yet, Kħadījah Muħammad was naked, a Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen parading around her Hindu lover.

I wondered what would happen if a Musalmān husband  ever found out that his Sunni Musalmān wife had lost her mind and had stripped herself naked in front of me on the pretense of celebrating Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate my Multi Billionairehood.

How ridiculous of an excuse was that to get naked to flash a Hindu playboy.

She knew I was coming home today.

She knew I’d see her naked.

Without doubt, a Musalmān husband would really be angry over this.

As soon as Åāyeshah Siddīqah and I reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner, I tiptoed by my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen’s Ammījān’s bedroom.

Suddenly, I was excited for her.

I hadn’t seen Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, since I left and I couldn’t imagine what she would say about her daughter being downstairs naked in front of Åāyeshah Siddīqah and me.

How awkward?

This is terrible.

What if Åāyeshah Siddīqah tells all my friends, which, of course, she will.

She’s such a horny Sunni Musalmān Beauty that she’d cop a feel of my naked Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen when obviously she is going through some kind of mental and emotional psychosis.

Now that she’s seen Kħadījah Muħammad’s true colors, she’d be the type who would take advantage of a drunken girl.

This was too embarrassing.

Something awful must have happened to make Kħadījah Muħammad act this way and for Kħadījah Muħammad to lose her mind while I was away.

“You better not tell anyone you saw Kħadījah Muħammad naked.” I instructed  Åāyeshah Siddīqah somewhat curtly.

“Don’t worry, Dude. I promise. I’ll keep it just between us. Don’t worry; you can trust me to keep a secret.”

“Yeah, if I find out you told anyone, we’re done as friends.” I said whispering so as not to wake up Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, “Do you understand?”

“Yeah, Dude, chill.”

I needed a plan.

I quickly tried to think of something for when Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, got up from her nap.

I needed to keep her upstairs and stop her from going downstairs.

I could have her come in my bedroom to see some of the photos I took while away.

I could occupy her that way until I could bring a robe down to Kħadījah Muħammad and convince her to cover her nakedness.

Yeah, that’s it.

Good idea.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah sneezed.

“Shh, don’t make any noise. Kħadījah Muħammad’s  Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, always takes a nap around this time of day.”

I walked by her room.

I thought about how Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, would be upset over my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, her daughter, Kħadījah Muħammad,  being naked in front of me and my friend, her bedroom door opened and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, emerged from her bedroom naked.

“Happy Nude Day!”

” Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah!”

“Happy Nude Day!”

” Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah! What the fuck? Has everyone lost their mind around here?”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah and I stared at the elderly  enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman  who stood unabashed in front of us wearing nothing but her big smile.

Figuring she had gone senile, I could easily explain her bizarre behavior to that.

Assuming she had dementia, I wondered if she even knew she was naked.

Suddenly, I felt excited for her.

Maybe, she’s off her medication, too.

Maybe, it’s some sort of incestuous conspiracy between my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, Kħadījah Muħammad,  and her Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah,  to get me so sexually riled up that they’ll have sex with me.

It wasn’t improbable even a bit.

Almost entire Musalmān Beauties, yes millions of them even, were so crazy now to fuck me that so many of them resorted to conspiracies too, to get me inside them.

She was a carbon copy of her naked daughter.

And even at her 79, even her breasts were not saggy.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What a beauty even at her 79?

My Uncut Hindu Penis at once stood up and saluted Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah.

A bit shorter with wider hips, she had a full, bushy tremendously stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy instead of a trimmed one.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, was standing not six feet away from me naked.

I had so many orgasms into her equally beautiful daughter, Kħadījah Muħammad, fantasizing over Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, but suddenly to see her naked was exciting, enticing, and disconcerting all at the same time.

Just as when I saw my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, I didn’t know where to look first and found myself staring at her tits.

Seeing two naked female Sunni Musalmān Beauties was sexual overload for a Hindu man filled with so much testosterone and so great sexual experiences.

A super horny 61-year-old Hindu, it took all the self-control I had, not to unzip, pull out my Uncut Hindu Lund, and let Åāyeshah Siddīqah jerk me off in front of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, while splashing her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body with my Hindu Vīrý.

I, once more, imagined Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, watching Åāyeshah Siddīqah masturbate me and rubbing my Hindu Vīrý all over her naked Sunni Musalmān body once I unloaded across her still unwrinkled, white Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

“Stop it!” I admonished Åāyeshah Siddīqah, “What the Hell is wrong with you? You can’t jerk me off over Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, while she watches me shoot a load of my Hindu Vīrý all over her naked Sunni Musalmān body.”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

I felt suddenly, I’ve turned into a depraved sexual animal.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah made me totally perverted.

In fact, all the three Sālīs,  all the three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bitches, Kħadījah Muħammad, Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Āmnah Åbdullah did it.

Any more perverted and I’d be termed as a member to the Perverted Men’s Symposium, PMS.’

Yet, just as I couldn’t control my embarrassment seeing Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, naked, I was unable to control my excitement too.

Obviously, I felt uncomfortable somewhat, especially since I had a raging Hindu erection that bulged out my tight jeans, from her standing before me.

I hoped Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, didn’t notice my Hindu erection.

I’d be so excited if she did.

Certainly, I didn’t want her to think me perverted.

Surely, I didn’t want her to think her nakedness was arousing me to the point of having a Hindu erection.

I’d be even more excited if Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely stunning, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, suspected that I wanted to have sex with her.

“Hi Durgesh,” Āmnah Åbdullah said smiling at me, “Hi Åāyeshah Siddīqah!” she said smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah , too, “Happy Nude Day to you both. Isn’t this a wonderful idea? I love being naked. It’s glorious. I only wish I had heard about this Especially Arranged Nude Day to celebrate Durgesh’s Multi Billionairehood years ago, I never would have driven all that way to the coast to sun on a nude beach or gone to that nudist colony hidden in the hills of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Kħānkāh.”

” Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah! That’s way too much information. You’re enticing me.”

“Oh, shush. What are you a prude?” She looked at me and then she looked to Åāyeshah Siddīqah, “You’re not gay. Are you?”

“Gay? Me? Never, I love enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women.”

“Then, enjoy the vision of my Sunni Musalmān loveliness too.” she said twirling around just as Kħadījah Muħammad did downstairs in the kitchen earlier.

After a pause, she said,

“Not bad for an old Sunni Musalmān broad.” she repeated the same phrase as her daughter, “This is what diet and exercise will do for you.” she said pushing back her shoulders, puffing out her chest, and pulling in her stomach. “I don’t think I look a day over 50-something,” she said with a laugh.

“You look good, Ammījān,” said me, “I’d throw you a bang.”

“Thank you, Durgesh. That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in twenty years.”

Āmnah Åbdullah wished us Happy Nude Day as if she was wishing us a Merry Eidul Fitr or a Happy Birthday. As if she was fully dressed, she appeared so comfortable being naked and I even envied her confidence and presence.

She walked to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on my Hindu lips.

Just as I felt with Kħadījah Muħammad when she hugged me, I could feel Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah’s tits pressed against my Hindu chest.

When she hugged me, I could feel the weight of her Sunni Musalmān breasts resting on my forearms and it took all the self-control I possessed not to take one of her tits in each of my hands and caress them before leaning down and pinching her nipples, first one and then the other.

I couldn’t believe I was thinking about feeling Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah’s tits.

I couldn’t believe that I was thinking about kissing her nipples.

This is a dream, a nightmare.

This can’t be real.

This was surreal.

Yet, there Āmnah Åbdullah was totally naked and standing before me smiling and not giving a care in the world where I stared at her naked Sunni Musalmān body.

Feeling the same way about Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, that I felt about my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, I so wanted to reach out and touch her everywhere.

I had the urge to grope her everywhere, I was now so horny.

I thought about tickling her so that I could freely feel her body on the pretense of tickling her.

Yeah, that’s a good idea, I thought.

She’d never suspect I was just trying to get a Hindu feel, but I never tickled Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, before.

He didn’t even know if she was ticklish.

Moreover, what if she suffered a heart attack from being excessively tickled?

How guilty would I feel then that I was responsible for the tickling death of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, just so that I could get a Hindu feel?

A fluky reality, but it could happen.

Stranger things have happened than that.

I saw the newspaper headline, Horny Hindu Kills Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, In Tickling Death.

I so wanted to reach down and feel her tits while fingering her nipples.

She had big nipples just like her daughter.

After first seeing Kħadījah Muħammad and now Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, I was beyond horniness.

I was crazy mad with extreme Hindu lust for the both of them.

I imagined the three of us rolling all over the carpet while I tickled not only my naked Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen but also my naked Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah.

I imagined them both laughing hysterically, not paying any attention to my groping of their naked extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies, and allowing me carte blanche to touch them anywhere and everywhere while being tickled.

A threesome with Kħadījah Muħammad and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, I imagined stripping off my clothes on the pretense of celebrating Nude Day with them and rolling around on the carpet tickling them before mounting them.

I imagined my Uncut everstanding Hindu Lund falling between their legs, accidentally on purpose, while I humped them.

If it hadn’t been for my friend Åāyeshah Siddīqah being there, if I were alone upstairs with Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic naked Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, or alone downstairs with my naked Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen, I’d steal a feel, albeit an accidental on purpose feel of their body.

I’d feel of one of her tits or their tremendously  gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān asses or both to use later when jerked off.

Definitely, I’d have hugged Kħadījah Muħammad and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, longer had I been alone with them.

Had I been alone with them, I would have unquestionably touched them.

I imagined being naked and hugging them while they were still naked.

I imagined my stiff  Uncut everstanding Hindu Lund poking their Sunni Musalmān bellies before finding its way between their extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs while I hugged them.

“DURGESH, is that your Uncut Hindu Lund? It’s so big.” I imagined Kħadījah Muħammad’s Ammījān saying, “Your  Uncut everstanding Hindu Lund is even bigger than your father’s Uncut Hindu Lund.” I imagined Āmnah Åbdullah telling me.

I was so freakin’ horny.

First Kħadījah Muħammad and now Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, I was on testosterone overload from seeing the both in them nude and on the same day.

” Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, , what the Hell are you doing?”

“I’m celebrating Nude Day,” she said lifting her breasts with her movement of lifting her arms overhead, just as Kħadījah Muħammad had done. “You best hurry and get off those clothes. It’s almost time for supper.

“Okay, Ammījān!” said Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

“Only,” she said staring down below my waist at where my jeans bulged out, “I’d do something about that Hindu erection before you go downstairs, young man. That thing was poking a hole in my belly,” she said with a dirty laugh.

“What did you Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, give you an Hindu erection, DURGESH?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah interfered.

“Shut up, Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”

“It’s been thirty years since I felt an  Uncut everstanding Hindu Lund that hard. Why, if I wasn’t your Kħadījah Muħammad’s Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, I’d take care of it for you.” she said with a laugh while putting her hand up to her open mouth and acting as if she was giving me a blowjob, “I’ve taken care of a few Hindus in my days.” she said giving me a wink.

” Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah! Really! Eww! That’s way too much information. I wish you had never told me that. Now, all I can picture is you being on your knees giving blowjobs to me.”

Suddenly, I thought of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, sucking off the Hindu Fleet.

Suddenly, I thought of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, sucking me off.

I wondered if she swallowed.

Had Åāyeshah Siddīqah not been there, I may have taken her up on her suggestion.

I imagined cumming off in Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah’s mouth and her swallowing my Hindu Vīrý.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. What are you a virgin? You never thought that I had a sex life before I became your  Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah? I could tell you some stories that would make you cum in your jeans.” She looked at me nodding her head and shaking a crooked finger at me, “I can tell you never had your  Uncut everstanding Hindu Lund so sucked as I do. ”

She walked to Åāyeshah Siddīqah and gave her a hug, too.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Ammījān!” said Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

“My how you have grown Åāyeshah Siddīqah, since I changed your diaper. I hope your  Sunni Musalmān Pussy grew in proportion to your height.”

“It has, Ammījān, it has. Don’t worry. It’s adequate for Durgesh.”

While hugging me, Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, with her back turned to Åāyeshah Siddīqah, allowed my hand to drop down the length of the old  enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s back and I gave the 79-year-old  enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s ass a quick feel.

My other hand fondled her tit and my fingers fingered her nipple.

Apparently, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never saw me touching Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, inappropriately.

If she had, she surely would have punched me or kicked me.

“Well, that makes me happy that I’m not related to you, Ammījān,” said Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

“Oh, you’re so naughty, Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”

“Naughty is good.” I said stealing another feel of her ass.

Away from Åāyeshah Siddīqah‘s vigilant stare, she allowed her hand to fall and fondle the Hindu bulge in my jeans.

“Best you boy do something about those Hindu erections before coming downstairs naked. I’d hate for you to embarrass yourselves because there is or shouldn’t be anything sexual about this Nude Day celebration.” she said with another wink.

“Maybe, later,” said Åāyeshah Siddīqah whispering in her ear, “we could—”

“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, what the fuck? Are you crazy? That’s Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, you’re propositioning.”

“Chill Dude. Everyone in her whole family is wicked. Cool, they aren’t you.”

“Dinner is almost ready. Hurry, get those clothes off and come downstairs.” she said turning to leave.

Again, Åāyeshah Siddīqah reached for my belt bucket.

I looked back at Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, who winked again at me giving me a little wave before heading downstairs.

Much like her daughter, Kħadījah Muħammad, Āmnah Åbdullah was not only unexcited but also totally comfortable being naked.

I watched her tits sway and jiggle as she walked down the stairs.

Because of what she said, I couldn’t help but to think of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, sucking off me, giving me a going away blowjob.

“DURGESH,” I imagined her saying, “before you sail away to serve your country, I’d like to give you a little going away present to remember me by when you are alone and lonely on the high seas.” ‘Zippppppp!’

‘Stop it! Stop thinking about having sex with Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah. Maybe they’ve been drugged by carbon monoxide poisoning or their drunk.’ a thought filled my mind.

I opened up some windows to air out the house.

‘Maybe they were slipped some bad medication or accidentally took an LSD tablet or something like that.’ the thought flourished.

I smiled at the futility of the idea.

I was still unable to remove the naked vision of Kħadījah Muħammad and now Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, from my mind.

They had the same exact areolas and nipples as one another.

I couldn’t think of anything but tits, tremendously  gorgeous Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān asses , and extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussies.

If I thought about anything else, I thought about having sex with Kħadījah Muħammad and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah couldn’t wait to jerk me off.

Basically, they had the same type of bodies.

I couldn’t believe I saw Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, naked.

The  enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman  who performed Panjvaqtā Namāz every day and never said a dirty word in her life or had a bad thought about anyone?

I was in shock somewhat.

Now, she’s talking like a sex starved Sunni Musalmān lady.

I had the image again of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, giving me blowjobs.

Now, that I saw Kħadījah Muħammad and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, naked, I was curious about Kħadījah Muħammad’s  sister.

I wondered if she had the same body as they did, too.

Nah, Kħadījah Muħammad’s  sister Fātimah Muħammad was more impish than either Kħadījah Muħammad or Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, and she had big tits.

Both Kħadījah Muħammad and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, have B cup tits and wider tremendously  gorgeous Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān asses .

Kħadījah Muħammad’s  sister has a perfect big Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

She had a hot impish big Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān ass.

Fuck, now I was thinking about Kħadījah Muħammad’s sister’s naked body, too.

A body I’d never seen naked because she thinks of me as her Hindu Jījū.

She’d never participate in this Nude Day celebration.

SHE was above all of this.

SHE was her Abbū’s little girl.

Amazing, SHE was still my favorite.

Wasn’t it?

Although, now that I thought of it, now that I saw Kħadījah Muħammad and Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, naked, Kħadījah Muħammad’s still extremely beautiful, still athletic Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah’s tits looked a bit bigger than my Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen’s tits because, probably, they had grown a bit more.

“I better go down and help your Saå