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


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