Ahal-Al Bayt-30

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Kħadījah Al Kubrah mounted Durgesh lying on his back and fucked Durgesh hard

I leaned forward again, kissed her gently, then said,

“It certainly is.” I pushed her dress apart.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved, shrugged and it slowly slid down over her shoulders, then down her arms, baring her body that now was clad only in a pair of mundane white cotton panties.

I grabbed the waist of the panties and pushed them down, too.

When I did, I had to bend over a bit and while I was in that position, I gave each of her nipples a little lick.

“Mmmmmnnnnn!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah groaned.

A shudder went through her.

I straightened up again and looked at my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lover’s bare body.

It was magnificent, truly a Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s body.

There were no planes or angles, just soft, wonderful curves, and those curves were all exactly right and in exactly the right places.

I have no idea how large Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts were; all I can say is they were exactly the right size.

Her belly was softly, gently rounded.

I’d been with girls who have flat bellies and have to tell that Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s belly was far more feminine in my opinion.

“Do…do you like…lookin’ at…at me…like…um…this?” Kħadījah Al Kubrah smiled, surprising me.

I looked at her,

“I love looking at you when you’re nude.” I told her.

She took a deep breath,

“But…” she began.

“You have an incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.” I said, interrupting her, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful one.”

I took hold of her hips, turned her so her back was to the bed, then gave her a gentle push.

Her eyes widened a bit, she took a step backward, then hit the bed and fell onto it.

“You’re crazy!” she murmured, smiling up at me.

She slid across the bed until she was entirely on it.

I noticed that she didn’t bring her legs together.

I kneeled on the bed, between her legs, and shuffled up toward her.

I could feel my Hindu erection bobbing as I did.

I also noticed that she’s stopped looking at me.

Instead her eyes were on my Hindu erection and never left it.

When I had moved as far up between her legs as I could go, I let myself fall forward, catching myself on outstretched arms.

That trapped my Hindu erection between our bodies.

When I rocked my hips, the Uncut Hindu shaft of my Hindu erection rubbed against Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s sopping-wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.

Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s face took on the look of lust and need I’d seen when we were making love the morning before,

“Gnnnnnnhhhhh!” she groaned.

Her hips rose, pressing her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal Canal tighter against my Hindu erection.

“You want me inside you, don’t you, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved?” I murmured.

“Allah, yes!” she moaned, “I need it, DURGESH! Allah! I need it! Put it in me! Please, darlin’, put it in me!”

I lifted my hips, reached down between us, and positioned the tip of my erect Uncut Hindu Lund in the center of her opening, in the portal through which I would be entering her body.

Then I lowered my hips slightly and felt her warmth and dampness engulfing the arrow-shaped head.

It felt so good I couldn’t be quiet,

“Yesssss!” I groaned, “Oh, yesssss!”

“Mmmmmm! Oh, yeah!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah groaned.

Her hips again surged upward and the movement drew me deeper into her.

I kept lowering my hips until I was all the way into her, my hips pressing hers into the mattress.

I lowered my upper body and pressed my mouth against hers.

We exchanged another wild, wonderful kiss.

The fires of need were by now a free-burning conflagration inside me.

Being in Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s body felt way too good.

I couldn’t keep still.

I began to move my hips up and down, sliding my Hindu erection in and out of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Yeah! Oh, yeah, DURGESH!” she moaned, “So good! That’s so good! Allah! Allah! Uhh! Uhhhhh!” Her hips were moving, too, pushing up against me, matching my thrusts.

I broke our kiss, pushed myself back up on straightened arms, and continued to work my hips against hers while I gazed down at her beautiful face.

I experienced a rush of joy from the look on her face.

She was clearly receiving intense bliss as a result of what we were doing.

Making love to Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt way too good.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep it up without coming.

On the other hand, from the passionate sounds my lover was making and the increasingly zealous movements of her body, I had a feeling she would be coming very soon.

“Nnnnnahhhhh!” she cried, surprising me.

Her body went into wracking spasms that were strong enough to make it feel as if I was riding a bucking bronco,

“Unnnnnnn! Unnnnnnnnnnn! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I fucked her nonstop, in the same position, for six continuous hours.

Then,

“Yeah, me, too! Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, yeah, me, toooooooo!” I groaned when my hot Hindu fluids came jetting out of me, accompanied by powerful spasms that caused my body to tremble with the ultimate in joy.

Our bodies kept straining and twisting against each other.

It was as if Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s body, which had once sheltered and nurtured mine, wanted to draw me back inside and my body wanted that to happen.

Eventually our frantic movements began to lose their force.

Our motions became more like a gentle ride on the waves as opposed to the wild bucking I’d experienced earlier.

Finally, we stopped moving entirely.

I again lowered myself and kissed Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved,, a passionate kiss she returned with equal Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān passion for me.

When I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund start to soften, I pushed myself deepest into her and allowed my body to drop onto hers.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah was still under me, facing me, and gazed at me wide-eyed, looking awed,

“You done it again.” she said softly, in a tone that said she was surprised that I’d again made her feel wonderful.

“So did you.” I told her.

“But I didn’t do nothin’.” she said, “I just laid here. You did it all. Allah!”

“I want it to be good for you.” I told her.

“Allah! I can’t tell you, Durgesh.” she responded, “I never knew…Allah, I never dreamed…I could feel as good as you make me feel when we…you know…do sex.”

“When we make love.” I told her. I kissed her gently, “Don’t be afraid to say it.”

“When we…make…love…make love.” she repeated. She smiled, “Yeah…when we make love. Allah, you make love to me so darn good.”

“It’s easy because I love you.” I said.

I wrapped my arm around her and was delighted when she snuggled against me.

“I love you, too, DURGESH.” she said.

As I said, my seduction of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, took six months.

I didn’t know it would take that long when I began, but I was aware that I needed to be careful because if I pushed too hard, I’d lose any chance I might ever have.

So I proceeded slowly and cautiously, even though it was difficult, more difficult than anything I’ve ever done.

I started by giving her hugs and kisses – usually on the cheek – every chance I got.

She got hugged and kissed whenever we were alone.

When I first saw her in the morning, she got not only a hug, but also a “friendly” kiss on the lips.

I did the same thing when I left for work every day.

At first, she seemed a bit tense about being kissed on the mouth, but after a few days, she was obviously looking forward to it.

In addition to my morning and afternoon kisses and hugs, I began hugging her and kissing her other times during the day.

I wanted her to get used to being hugged and kissed for no real reason.

As much as possible, I tried to add other ways of touching her to what I was already doing.

I loved running my fingers through her hair and did that a lot.

She seemed to like that almost as much as I liked doing it.

“You really like my hair, don’t you?” she murmured one day while I was combing my fingers through those silken tresses.

“You better believe I do.” I told her.

She giggled softly, “Most boys wouldn’t think that was so neat.” she said.

“If their Ammī was as gorgeous as you are and had pretty hair like yours they would have.” I replied, “If they didn’t, there was something wrong with them.”

I bent, brushed her hair aside, and kissed her neck.

I liked how the silky strands felt against my face.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, shuddered when I did that.

“Did you like that?” I asked her.

She nodded her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“When you do that, it makes me feel kinda tingly inside.” she said softly.

“It’s supposed to.” I told her.

She turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head and looked at me,

“But…should…should you…you know…be doin’ stuff…stuff like that…to…to me?” she asked.

“I’m making you feel good, right?” I said.

She nodded.

My heart was starting to pound.

Her comment told me I was getting to her in exactly the way I wanted to,

“Why would it be wrong for me to make my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, feel good?” I asked.

She shrugged, “I…I dunno.” she murmured, “I…I was just wonderin’, you know?”

I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there again.

And again I felt the little shudder run through her, “Well, don’t worry about it.” I told her after I finished nuzzling her, “I’d never, ever, do anything to hurt you.”

She looked up at me, smiled, and took my hand, “I know you won’t.” she told me.

By the end of the first month, my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had to be the most hugged, kissed, caressed, and tickled Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman in the county.

And I’d started to notice that she was actually leaning into me a little when I hugged her, and it was starting to feel as if she was returning my kisses with more and more forcefulness, too.

I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning, nearly a month after I’d begun my seduction efforts, when Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who was standing at the stove, surprised me with a question,

“What’s it supposed to feel like when…?”

I turned to look at her and was surprised to see that her face was bright red,

“What’s it supposed to feel like when what?” I asked.

I didn’t think it was possible for her face to get redder, but it did,

“When…when you…when somebody…when they do…um…sex?” she asked.

It wasn’t a question I expected to hear, but it certainly was a welcome one.

I stood up, walked over to where she stood, and took her into my arms,

“It is supposed to feel better than anything ever felt.” I told her, “It’s supposed to be the best feeling in the world.”

She pressed her face against my chest,

“Did…when you…when you did sex with them Musalmān girls at college…did…was it…was it…like that…with…with them?” she murmured.

“It felt really good.” I told her, “But I’ve never had a sexual experience that is as wonderful as I’ve heard described in things people have written.”

She leaned back in my arms and looked at me, wide-eyed,

“You…you mean people write about doin’ sex?” she asked, “You’re puttin’ me on, right?”

I shook my head and smiled,

“It’s called erotic literature.” I explained, “People write stories, sometimes books, about what it’s like to be in love and to make love.”

“Where do you find stuff like that?” she asked.

“There’s a lot of it on the internet.” I told her, “There are other sites about love-making, too. I saw one called ‘The Clitoris.com’ a while back. It has a lot of information about love-making and is written by and for women.”

She looked puzzled,

“You mean it tells you how to do sex?” she asked.

“Sort of.” I told her, “But there’s more to it than that. It’s a guide women can use to learn about their bodies, and about love-making.”

“Are there a lot of dirty pictures and stuff?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked.

“There are some illustrations.” I said, “Things that can help women learn more about what pleases them and how to do it.”

“Do…do you…um…read…that…that stuff…a…a lot?” she stammered.

“I like some kinds of erotic literature.” I told her, “Stories that are well-written and believable. Some of it is junk.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had a very sad look on her face as she gazed into my eyes and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“There’s a whole lotta stuff I don’t know about, isn’t there?” she asked, “I mean, I’m just a dumb old country hick, right?”

“You’re not dumb.” I snapped, “Don’t ever let anybody tell you that. You’re a bright Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.”

“Then how come I don’t know much?”

“Because you haven’t had the chance to learn.” I said, “Remember what my teacher wrote on those papers you wrote and I let her grade back when I was in high school?”

She blushed a little and nodded.

“Miss Ilāhī said they were good, didn’t she?”

She nodded again, “She said they were ‘well written and insightful,'” she murmured.

I smiled, thrilled that she still remembered the compliment verbatim. And that it was a good memory I’d arranged for her to have,

“See?” I said, “You’re not dumb, and it isn’t just me saying so. It’s just that there are things you haven’t had the chance to learn.”

“You mean like about doin’ sex?”

“I mean about making love.” I said, “Would you like to learn?”

“I guess.” she said, “But what good will it do me? Muħammad bin Åbdullah, he ain’t never gonna learn anything about that.”

“Let’s forget about him for now.” I said, “If you want to learn, I’ll help you.”

“OK.” she said.

“I can download and print information for you to read.” I said, “or you can use the computer and read it there.”

“Print it for me.” she said, “I…I still don’t feel right usin’ your computer.”

I can’t tell you how excited I was feeling.

My plan was working, and things were moving forward…and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was setting the pace,

“OK.” I said.

I printed out a lot of information from the web site I’d told Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, about and gave it to her,

“There’s a lot of information here.” I said, “Take your time. And you can ask me if you have any questions.”

She took the sheaf of papers and held them gingerly, as if she wasn’t sure whether she wanted them or not. Then she smiled, “It’s a good thing Muħammad bin Åbdullah can’t read, isn’t it? He says Ħuzūrs were also an Ummī.” she said.

“Sālā,” I murmured, “Comparing himself with Ħuzūrs. Except name, what more he has of Ħuzūrs?”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah laughed.

I said,

“There are some pictures in there. If he sees them he’s going to wonder what you’re up to.”

“Pictures…” She leafed through the pile of papers and turned bright red again when she saw some of the drawings of people making love, “Allah!” she exclaimed, “I don’t know ’bout this.”

“If you want, I can write the pictures out.” I said.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, still blushing, looked at me and smiled,

“Don’t do that.” she said, “If I’m trying to learn something, maybe the pictures will help.”

I grinned back at her,

“Maybe.” I said.

Thoughts of what she might learn from both the text and pictures were causing considerable turmoil in my groin.

I wondered what would happen when my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, read the information I’d given her.

I knew what I hoped would happen, but wasn’t sure whether it would or not.

On the second night after my affair with my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, began, I had a very busy shift at work and made several arrests.

Because of all the paperwork I had to finish, I didn’t get home until almost 2 a.m.

I fell asleep thinking positive thoughts about what would happen when I woke up in the morning.

Those fantasies, it turned out, were far less than the reality I awoke to.

In fact, I awoke to movement caused by somebody getting into bed with me.

I opened my eyes and saw that the “somebody” was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah. And, to my great delight, she was totally naked.

“Good morning, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I said.

“Mornin'” she replied.

She stretched out next to me, snuggled her bare body against mine, and then she kissed me.

It was the kind of kiss one lover gives another first thing in the morning, a wonderful, deep, passionate kiss.

“Wow!” I exclaimed when the kiss ended.

I put my arm around her and began stroking her back lightly.

I was surprised and delighted that my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had come to my bed and was acting as if she wanted to make love with me.

The hesitation and doubt I’d seen the past few days seemed to be gone.

“I could hardly stand waiting until he was gone.” she said. She put a “I was awake half the night last night thinking about bein’ with you again today.” She took a deep breath, “I couldn’t hardly wait until we could…we could make…make love again.”

I kissed her and she returned the kiss.

I’ve probably told that kissing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, is more wonderful than kissing any other Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman I’ve known, but that’s how I feel and I can’t think of any other way to put it.

Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s lips are so soft and the feelings that go through me when we’re kissing are so incredible.

I can’t even begin to describe what it’s like.

Of course having her wonderful nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body writhing against mine when we’re kissing helps add to the pleasure, too.

I’d started to get hard the minute she slid into bed with me.

The kisses we shared, plus the contact of her body against mine, had me completely hard in seconds.

My Hindu erection, trapped between us, was sandwiched between her belly and mine.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah giggled,

“Your thing’s hard again.” she murmured, “Is it always like that when you’re around Musalmān women?”

“Not ‘Musalmān women,'” I replied, “say Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women. I’ve ever been like this before.”

My comment turned her face bright red, “You…you ain’t just saying that, are you?” she asked.

“What you’re feeling is action, not talk.” I said, “I can’t fake that.”

“Ah…yeah…I…um…I guess not.” she stammered.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking and while that was going on, her face seemed to get even redder.

Then she took a long, deep breath, let it out, and opened her eyes,

“Would…would you…uh…if…if I was…if I said I…?” she stammered.

“What are you trying to ask me, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved?” I said.

I could see she found her question embarrassing, but didn’t have a clue what it was.

She avoided my gaze,

“I…I want to…I want to…um…see…you know…um…it.” she stammered.

“You want to see my Hindu erection?” I asked.

She nodded without speaking.

“Oh…sure…no problem.” I said.

I pulled the covers off us and rolled onto my back.

I sleep in the nude, so that left my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund pointing at the ceiling.

Well, all right, the angle it was at probably had it pointing at the spot where the walls and ceiling joined above the head of my bed.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah pushed herself up on one arm and gazed down my body at my Hindu erection,

“I…I never looked a…man’s…um…thing…before.” she murmured, without taking her eyes off it.

“It’s called an Uncut Hindu Lund.” I said, “The way mine is now, it’s an erection.” I know there are people who like to use cruder expressions for their sexual organs.

I’m not one of them.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah looked at my Hindu erection for a while, then she turned and smiled at me, “You have a real pretty Uncut Hindu Lund.” she said.

It was my turn not to blush. Even though, Countless Musalmān Beauties had told me I had a pretty Uncut Hindu Lund before.

Her gaze returned to my Hindu erection, “Can…can I…uh…touch it?” she asked hesitantly.

“Go…ah…ahead…um…help…yourself.” It was my turn to smile.

Today was a whole lot different than yesterday and the day before had been.

Maybe admitting that she did want our affair to continue left my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, feeling more able to be an active participant.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, reached out and touched the Uncut Hindu shaft of my erect Uncut Hindu Lund with her finger,

“It’s real hot.” she said softly. She slid her finger upward, along one of the veins sticking out on the side of my Hindu erection, “And it’s real hard, too.” She turned back to me, “It isn’t always hard, is it?”

“Ah…no…most…of…the time it…it isn’t hard.” I managed to say.

She was just barely touching me, but it felt wonderful.

“And it gets hard like this because of me?”

“Oh, yeah! Of course, darling.”

She slid her fingers up and touched the purple, arrow-shaped tip.

That felt way too good.

I let out a soft groan and shuddered.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah pulled her beautiful hand back, “Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“Oh, Eīshān, no!” I told her, “What you were doing feels wonderful.”

“Oh, OK.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said.

She turned and again began running her fingers up and down the swollen Uncut Hindu shaft jutting from my middle.

She traced the flared edge of the purple head of my Hindu erection, then slid a finger over the tip,

“There’s something coming out of it.” she said, without turning around, “Some kinda slippery stuff.”

Incredible sensations were whipping through me,

“Ah…yeah…uh…when I’m…ah…um…really turned on…um…like I…ah…am…now, it…um…does that.” I explained, “You know…I…um…I told you about it…ah…yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah, you did.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said. She leaned over me a little bit and rubbed her finger over the tip of my Hindu erection again.

That drew another groan from me.

I experienced more fantastic sensations when, as she moved, her hair trailed over my lower chest.

I’d never anticipated how absolutely great that would feel.

“You told me one time you did this to yourself, didn’t you?” Kħadījah Al Kubrah asked. She was tickling the side of my Hindu erection that faced my feet, a particularly sensitive part of my anatomy, and incredible feelings were shooting through me as a result, “When we were talking about what I read about women playing with themselves in that stuff you gave me to read.” Her fingers continued to explore my Hindu erection, sending delicious feelings shooting through me.

Her actions were not very expert but I think that made them even more thrilling.

“Ah…um…yeah…I…um…do…ah…sometimes.” I smiled, “But…it…when I do it doesn’t…ohhh…feel as good…as…ummmm…when…ah…you….do…it.”

She turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head and looked at me, “How do you do it when you do it?” she asked.

I thought I’d anticipated every question she might ask, but I hadn’t.

I couldn’t possibly have dreamed that I’d be lying in bed with my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, while she played with my Hindu erection and asked me about the technique I use when I held it.

I couldn’t have dreamed it, but I was living it, “Ah…I wrap my hand around it and…you know…stroke it.” I croaked.

“I kinda thought it might be something like that.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said. She wrapped her beautiful hand around my Hindu erection and began stroking me.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I groaned.

My body jerked.

I was being masturbated by her, and that woman was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and it felt way better.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah heard my exclamation and felt me move and stopped, although she did keep her beautiful hand wrapped around my Hindu erection,

“Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“Ah…no…it feels…incredible.” I gasped, “It feels way too good, actually. If…if you keep that up, you could make me come. I’m gonna make a huge mess if that happens.”

“Oh yeah?” she said. She glanced at me and smiled, “You mean if I keep doin’ this…” She began sliding her beautiful hand up and down on my Hindu erection faster and faster, “…you’re gonna shoot your stuff?”

“Ah…yeah…I…Oh, God! I sure am!” I moaned in reply, “Are…are you sure you…want me…to…to make a mess?”

“Go ahead.” she replied.

She’d gone back to staring at my Hindu erection while she stroked it.

I could see the side of her face and noticed that she was a little flushed and that the tip of her tongue was jutting out from between her lips.

It made me wonder if she wasn’t getting a little turned on by what she was doing.

I lifted my hand and started to caress her back while she stroked me.

She didn’t turn her Confident Proud and beautiful head or give me any indication she was aware of my caress.

She did keep stroking me, though.

My insides were churning and I was feeling better.

If what I was experiencing was any indication, I was going to hit the ceiling when I finally did come.

Only a few seconds later, I could feel it starting to happen,

“Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I groaned.

My hips were bouncing up and down, then I was coming.

I had my eyes closed, but felt the first jet of my erupting fluids splattering on my belly.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand kept moving, and what she was doing was aided as my gushing fluids lubricated me.

“Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I was feeling better than I ever dreamed it was possible to feel outside of actually making love with a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, kept stroking me well past the time I has stopped shooting any fluids.

Even though I wasn’t ejaculating, it still felt incredibly good, so good it verged on being painful.

She finally stopped when my Uncut Hindu Lund began to soften noticeably.

I could feel puddles of my warm, sticky fluids on my belly and running down my sides.

I knew I should get up and get myself cleaned off, but I couldn’t move.

I felt the bed move, opened my eyes, and saw Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, sitting there, gazing at me, with a smile on her face,

“Did I do that good?” she asked.

“It was unreal.” I replied, “But…but what about you?”

She continued to smile,

“Stay where you are.” she said, “I’ll get something to clean you off.” She slid over and got up, slipped on her bathrobe, and walked out of my bedroom.

I’d never have expected the things that had transpired so far today.

I heard water running in the bathroom, then footsteps coming down the hall and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, walked into my room carrying a washcloth and towel.

She came back to the bed, sat down, and began wiping the puddles of come off me.

“Wow, that washcloth is cold.” I exclaimed.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, giggled, “You want me to go make it hot?”

“No, actually that feels nice.” I said, “How long has it been since you’ve washed me?”

“Long time.” she said, “I useta like givin’ you baths. You’d get to playin’ in the water and stuff, and laughing.” She finished wiping my belly and began cleaning off my Uncut Hindu Lund, which was soft and lying against my belly.

“I don’t remember much about that far back.” I said, “But I’ll take your word for it.” Having her wash my Uncut Hindu Lund felt good. Very good. In fact…

“Hey, your th…ah…Uncut Hindu Lund is starting to get hard again.” she said.

“Yeah…I guess it likes when you wash it.” I told her.

I gasped when she dragged the warm, wet cloth over the tip, “Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā.” I said.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had a grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling,

“I get the feelin’ you like my washin’ you.” she said.

She wrapped the cold cloth around my Uncut Hindu Lund, now fully erect, and began to stroke it gently,

“This here feels as if you like it a lot.”

“Oh, yeah, I sure do.” I replied, “I don’t just like it, I love it.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, still had her robe on.

I slid my hand inside the robe and, as she parted her legs, I slid it between them, and found that she was sopping wet,

“Looks to me as if you like washing me, too.” I commented.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, continued to “wash” my Hindu erection and nodded.

She had a smile on her face that was a mixture of love, pleasure, and desire.

She gasped softly when I slid a finger up between her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia and teased the tip of her clit.

I did it again and this time her gasp was a little louder and her body jolted.

We continued to tease each other a little longer, then Kħadījah Al Kubrah leaned over and kissed me.

I’ve already mentioned how wonderful it is to kiss her, but there was a fabulous new addition to our kiss this time.

When she leaned over me to kiss me, her soft hair tumbled across my face.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, did that ever feel wonderful!

While we exchanged kisses that grew more and more passionate, I slid my hand up and began toying with Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts and nipples.

The next time we paused for breath, my lover’s face was flushed and she was gasping.

Her nipples were as rigid as rocks.

“Move over…so…so I can…lay…down.” she gasped, “I…I want to feel you…in…me.”

“You go on top this time.” I told her.

She looked puzzled,

“Don’t…don’t know how to…do that.” she panted.

“Just move so you’re kneeling over my legs.” I said. She did as I suggested, “Now slid up a little.” I added.

She did that, too.

She was kneeling over me, her arms out straight, her hips were above mine and her hanging excellent breasts were tantalizingly close to my face.

I grabbed my Hindu erection,

“Lower your hips slowly.” I told her, and she did.

Eventually I felt her warmth and slippery wetness on the tip of my Hindu erection.

Her hips continued to drop and I was enveloped in the wonderful snug grip of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal opening.

“Oh, yeah!” she murmured as she sank onto me, “I saw pictures of people doin’ it like this in those papers you gave me. This feels good!” She pushed herself up so her body was at a right angle to mine.

I slid her robe down over her shoulders and she shrugged it off.

“It sure does.” I told her.

As wonderful as it had been to have her caressing my Hindu erection, that was nothing compared to how marvelous it felt being inside her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I groaned softly when I felt Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal muscles contracting around my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund.

I thought, maybe, she was close to coming, but when I looked up, she was smiling down at me.

The contractions happened again and I moaned again.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, chuckled,

“You like that?” she asked.

“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, yes!” I groaned.

“I read how you can do that in the papers you gave me.” she said, “Thought I’d see if it actually worked.” She grinned, “Guess it does, huh?”

“It sure does.” I told her, “That feels so good.” I found the fact that my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was being more sexually aggressive extremely exciting.

As far as I was concerned, it was a good omen for the future.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, continued to contract her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal muscles on me, then she leaned forward, put her beautiful hands on my shoulders, and began lifting and lowering her hips.

As she leaned over me, supporting her upper body on outstretched arms, her long hair formed a kind of tent covering my face.

Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts had swung down and her rigid nipples were dangling very near my lips.

I lifted my head, gently drew one nipple into my mouth, and began suckling it and lashing it with my tongue.

It was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s turn to groan and shudder.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! Durgesh, I love when you do that to my excellent breasts.” she murmured.

Her hips kept rising and falling and the contractions I felt became closer and closer together.

I switched my attention to her other proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breast.

That caused her movements to become even more urgent and the sounds coming from her to be more impassioned.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned, “Yā Allaaaaaaah DURGESH, it’s gonna happen again. I…it’s gonna happen again!”

I grabbed her bottom and began shoving my hips up against hers while she ground her hips down against me, “Come for me, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I told her, “Go ahead, darling, come for me! Don’t wait.”

“Uhhhh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!” she moaned.

Her body went into a series of undulating movements.

I was clutching her buttocks and could feel her muscles tightening and loosening as her orgasm detonated,

“Unnnnnnn! Ummmmmmm! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Yessssss! Yā Allaaaaaaah yessssss! Yessssssssssss!” She groaned.

I was surprised to feel my hot Hindu fluids bubbling up and jetting into my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s vibrating Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot once more.

I had now two orgasms in one love-making session with her.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, lowered herself so she was lying against me while our bodies continued to writhe and we labored against each other for a little longer.

As our passion began to calm, our movements did, too.

Eventually we lay still.

Even then I could feel her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal walls making small spasms around my still erect Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying with her Confident Proud and beautiful head buried in my neck.

I felt her take a deep breath,

“Allah, DURGESH I needed that so bad.” she whispered, “You always make me feel so good.”

I began to trail my fingers up and down her back and felt her shudder against me,

“You deserve to feel good.” I told her, “You went far too long without knowing how good it’s possible for a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman to feel.”

“You got that right.” she said. I felt her kiss my neck gently, “I wonder why my Ammījān never told me nothin’ about this. Or one of my sisters.”

“Maybe they didn’t know.” I ventured.

My Uncut Hindu Lund, continuing to soften, did not slid out of her even now, instead buried deepest into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot once again.

“Oh, darn, you are in me once more.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured, “It tickles when you come out of me unlike that.”

“There are times I wish I never had to come out of you.” I told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, DURGESH.” she replied, “You’re my Hindu husband, now. My only husband.”

“It’s more than that.” I said, “I love you the way a man loves his Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman. I think, maybe, I always have.”

“Oh.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said.

She lay there, on me, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, quiet, for quite a while.

Then she pushed herself up so she could look down at me, “I love you that way, too, DURGESH.” she said, “I know it probably ain’t right, but I do.” She lowered her face to mine and we kissed, deeply and tenderly.

When the kiss ended, she pushed herself up and we looked at each other lovingly for what seemed like a terribly long time.

I think that was the first time I realized my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, wasn’t just attractive, she was lovely.

“I gotta get up and clean myself up.” she said after our six more hot long sessions, she didn’t dismounted me before it.“And I gotta get busy. I have lots of stuff I need to get done.”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was as if now permanently residing into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.

Her comment seemed to break the spell that had formed between us.

She slid off me ultimately, got out of bed and slipped her bathrobe back on.

Then she leaned over and kissed me,

“You got me all messy.” she said, grinning at me, “Now I gotta take another bath.”

“You complaining?” I asked.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, blushed and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“You know I ain’t.”

“OK.” I said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” she replied.

She turned and walked out of my bedroom.

Chapter 31

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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. Ahl-Al Bayt 31

114. The everincreasing infinite lust

115. The women in my life

116. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

117.  A Deep Conflict-1

118. I’m never ashamed of it

119. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

123.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

124. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

128. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

129.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

133. 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



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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

I looked at my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and saw tears in her eyes.

“What’s the matter, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah?” I asked. “Did I hurt you?”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, no, you sure didn’t hurt me.” she said, sniffling a little, “You made me feel better than I ever knew a person could feel. I was just thinkin’ how stupid I was not knowin’ about this stuff.”

“Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, you aren’t stupid.” I said, “It’s the life you’ve lived. You’ve been isolated all these years with no way of ever learning things other Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān women know. I think it’s what your Shauhar wanted.”

“But what are we gonna do?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked.

My mentioning her Shauhar— her husband –even, did not seem to frighten her in the least.

Instead, she smiled, kissed me on my lips, keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into her still quivering Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“He’s gonna know, ain’t he?”

“When was the last time he had sex with you?” I asked.

“I dunno.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied, “Been a lotta years. You know how he is. He is an ardent Musalmān.”

“I know exactly how he is.” I told her, “You don’t need to worry. He isn’t going to know and from now on, your life is going to be better. I promise. Now, not only your seven daughters are in live in relationship with me. You also are.” I kissed her gently, “Now, you are too my responsibility, darling. I love you.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, kissed me back,

“I love you, too, DURGESH, now even more than ever before, Méré Hindu Piyā!”

She snuggled into my arms and pressed her face against my chest.

I was twenty-five years old at that time, and lived in West Virginia in coal mining country, in the same county where Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān seven daughters were born and grew up.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was a miner.

Her husband, Muħammad bin Åbdullah, was her actually her manager, as were his father and grandfather were before him.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, expected me to follow Muħammad bin Åbdullah into the mines, but I didn’t.

Instead, I went into law enforcement, a profession that caused Muħammad bin Åbdullah more than a little discomfort.

All his seven daughters followed me, joining several law jobs.

I became a barrister.

So many of his daughters joined HVS Law Internationals, assisting me.

He didn’t like barristers.

As most of the Musalmeen, he was also somewhat a law-ignoring person.

For the communal fools only Qur’an-o-Aħādīs were law.

He did not agree with his Mistress wife, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and me that most of the Musalmeen were less or more criminal minded due to their intense backwardness.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, bravely agreed with me in the matter.

It was natural I didn’t like Muħammad bin Åbdullah.

However, I didn’t hate him, either.

He wasn’t very likeable.

He was a good provider, but not of any sort of love or affection.

We’ve had several major battles over the years.

The first came when Fātimah Al Kubrah decided wanted to finish high school.

Nobody in his family ever got a high school diploma and Muħammad bin Åbdullah didn’t see the need to change that tradition.

“You don’t need one to work in the mines.” he said to Fātimah Al Kubrah, his eldest daughter.

When Fātimah Al Kubrah got a job as a counselor in a youth program run by the local sheriff’s department, Muħammad bin Åbdullah became even more upset.

He told Fātimah Al Kubrah it shamed him to have his daughter doing “sissy social work” stuff.

But it never shamed him to participate in the criminal activities of the backward Musalmeen.

“They are not backwardddddddddddd.” Muħammad bin Åbdullah.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah kicked him with her foot.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah was used to be kicked by his billionaire wife with feet till now very much.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had serviced him too much.

She had made him even to lick her feet.

“They aaaaaaaaaare.”She shouted at him more loudly, “They aaaaaaaaaare. Only because they are born in a Musalmān household does not make them progressive.”

“You slut—”

But he could not complete his sentence.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, took him on her feet with such a rapidity that Muħammad bin Åbdullah even lost his breath.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, brought him out of the house still kicking him repetitively with her feet.

“Slut—? How dare youuuu? How dare you to call me a slut? You, Pimp! I can prove in any competent court that you tried to pimp me to Durgesh.”

Muħammad bin Åbdullah was dumb stricken.

“It’s a lie.” He cried out of sheer desperation.

“Fātimah, call the Police. Let him prove that I’m a slut in a competent court. And let me prove that he tried to pimp me to Durgesh.”

Muħammad bin Åbdullah started crying and weeping in frustration.

He licked his wife’s feet in front of a crowd of thousand onlookers.

He was asking for her forgiveness, yet Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, did not forgive him, and turned him to the Police.

She made a FIR against Muħammad bin Åbdullah that he tried to pimp her to me.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah was sent to Jail for three years.

Even then when he came out, Our second and even fiercer battle came when Fātimah Al Kubrah told him she wanted to go to college.

“No fucking way am I paying for fucking college.” he told Fātimah Al Kubrah, “You already got way fucking more fucking education that you need.”

He didn’t pay for Fātimah Al Kubrah’s education; I did, with student loans, scholarships, and hard work at many part-time jobs.

Naturally, Fātimah Al Kubrah was too obliged to me not to maintain a healthy live in relationship with me.

I especially didn’t like the way he treated my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

He married her when she was fourteen and she had Fātimah Al Kubrah the same year.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah’s family lived in South Carolina, in an area even more rural and impoverished than where they lived, and Muħammad bin Åbdullah was one of the seventeen kids.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, somehow knew about the family, went down, and negotiated with his parents to be allowed to marry her.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’ gave Muħammad bin Åbdullah’s family a two-year old pickup truck to seal the bargain.

It was something she’d occasionally throw up in his face.

I can’t tell how many times I’ve heard Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, say,

“I wish I still had that goddamn truck I gave your folks, it worked a helluva lot better than you do.” Every time she said it, Fātimah Al Kubrah wanted to deck Muħammad bin Åbdullah.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, brought back to the little house she’d built way back in the hills, and although she never beat Muħammad bin Åbdullah, she pretty much treated him like a servant.

It was their written agreement now to escape the three years punishment on the ‘proved’ charge of attempting to pimp his own billionaire Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife to his own multi billionaire Hindu son in law.

He deserved no better.

Only because he was named after Ħuzūrs, he could not be treated with respect.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah was expected to wash her, and her daughters’ clothes, cook their meals, and take care of Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s daughters.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah could not give her even a son.

She had seven daughters instead.

That was something else Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, threw up in his face quite a bit.

I later learned that Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s not having a son did have one benefit.

After a few years, after seven consecutive daughters, Muħammad bin Åbdullah stopped trying to have a son any more.

Yet, other than to go to the doctor a few times during her pregnancy with me, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, never left the home once Muħammad bin Åbdullah got her there.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah didn’t know how to drive and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, never wanted him to know how.

She also preferred that Muħammad bin Åbdullah not have any close friends.

Once she knew Muħammad bin Åbdullah’d bear her no more children, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, kept Muħammad bin Åbdullah only because he was a hard worker and kept a good house.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah washed, cooked, and split and stacked wood against the winter.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was so angry with him that she didn’t feel obligated to help.

Instead, she said,

“I work and pay the goddamn bills.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, did do the grocery shopping, mainly to keep Muħammad bin Åbdullah, isolated.

She expected Muħammad bin Åbdullah, to make most of his clothes, and what store-bought clothing he got came from mail order catalogs.

As soon as Fātimah Al Kubrah was old enough, I was expected to help my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, around the house, and did so gladly.

I enjoyed being with her.

She loved me without question.

And her love more than made up for the love I didn’t get from her Shauhar.

Although Muħammad bin Åbdullah didn’t have a lot of regard for Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s intelligence, I learned even when I was very young that she was a lot lot far more brighter than Muħammad bin Åbdullah thought she was.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah, was forced to quit school in the sixth grade and conditions around his house weren’t exactly intellectually stimulating.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, did try to help her daughters with their schoolwork, though.

In a sense, we wound up going to school together and learning from each other and together.

In fact, she did the same homework I did.

I actually had my high school English teacher review a few of the papers Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, wrote and was told they were quite good.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, loved hearing that.

Since Muħammad bin Åbdullah didn’t agree with Fātimah Al Kubrah’s finishing high school, he didn’t come to her graduation.

What a conservative, traditional, backward Musalmān Muħammad bin Åbdullah was.

Even nowadays, while even poorest Musalmeen were trying to give the highest education to their daughters, Muħammad bin Åbdullah opposed it childishly.

“Western education is making our entire girls to have live in relationship with capable Hindus. I suggest Madarsahs instead, therefore.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, kicked him with her foot.

The day Fātimah Al Kubrah left to go to college was one of the worst days of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s life.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and I did write, but I was never sure how many of Fātimah Al Kubrah’s letters Muħammad bin Åbdullah allowed to get through.

It bugged him that Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had learned to read and write, something he never learned to do.

And because of Muħammad bin Åbdullah, my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t get to attend Fātimah Al Kubrah’s college graduation, either.

I did have friends take lots of pictures, which Fātimah Al Kubrah shared with Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, when she returned to her home.

During Fātimah Al Kubrah’s high school years, I developed a close friendship with the local, yet Indian, sheriff, Yog Nārāyañ Trivédī.

He helped me get Fātimah Al Kubrah the job with his department’s youth program-the one that bugged Muħammad bin Åbdullah so much.

I also spent a lot of time hanging out with him and his deputies and that prompted me to major in law enforcement in college.

Sheriff Yog Nārāyañ Trivédī told me Fātimah Al Kubrah could have a job with his department when she finished college and I took him up on the offer.

Fātimah Al Kubrah’d seen far more of the world than most of the kids she grew up with, and part of her didn’t want to go back to her home county, but Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was there and I didn’t want Fātimah Al Kubrah to abandon her.

At that point in time, my reasons for making Fātimah Al Kubrah go home weren’t in the least sexual.

Well, not that I was aware of, anyhow.

“You think I want some fucking lady cop living here?” was what Muħammad bin Åbdullah said when Fātimah Al Kubrah told him she had a job with the sheriff’s department and wanted to live at home.

“I thought maybe you could use a couple hundred dollars a month rent.” Fātimah Al Kubrah told her father smiling, “Ammījān won’t give you any money ever, Abbū. But I promise to compensate even while you did nothing to earn it.”

Muħammad bin Åbdullah wasn’t much for liking people, but he did like money.

His face changed immediately.

It was the look of greed Fātimah Al Kubrah and I’d come to know only too well over the years.

“Gonna have to feed me, too.” he grumbled, “Make it three hundred a month and I’ll feed you breakfast and dinner. You can get your own damn lunch.”

I loved his comment.

“I’ll feed you…”

Yeah, sure.

He’d starve to death if he had to cook.

“OK.” Fātimah Al Kubrah said.

I didn’t mind.

Even in that economically depressed part of the state, it would have cost Fātimah Al Kubrah a lot more to live somewhere else.

She was renting her old room.

Fātimah Al Kubrah redecorated it, put in a king-sized bed, and had a separate phone line put in.

I bought a computer for Fātimah Al Kubrah and set up Internet access with a satellite dish hookup, along with a satellite dish set up for two televisions.

The second TV was in the living room, and that made Muħammad bin Åbdullah very happy.

Fātimah Al Kubrah politely refused to take any financial help from her billionaire Ammījān, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

She humbly requested her to let her stand on her feet.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, looked at me.

Before I could interfere between the billionaire Ammī and her marching to conquer the world, ambitious, daughter, Fātimah Al Kubrah, she requested the same to me holding my feet,

“Please, Durgesh, let me win my battle myself. I’d never refuse any help, if it is necessary, neither from you, nor from my Ammījān.”

Muħammad bin Åbdullah thought the computer was totally stupid.

“What the hell do you want to waste your money on one ‘a them things for?” he grumbled when he saw Fātimah Al Kubrah setting the machine up.

“It will help me keep in touch with what’s going on in the world.” Fātimah Al Kubrah told him, “And I need it for work, too.”

“Fucking computers.” Muħammad bin Åbdullah grumbled as he stomped down the hall.

He refused to understand anything progressive.

“How I wish the impotent had never been named after Ħuzūrs. As progressive Ħuzūrs were, so backward this so called Muħammad bin Åbdullah is.”Kħadījah Al Kubrah murmured, “The misuse of these holy names must be banned.”

I smiled.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, tried hard not to show it when Muħammad bin Åbdullah was around, but she was clearly thrilled to have me home with Fātimah Al Kubrah.

She was also fascinated by both the TV and the computer; especially the computer.

I taught her how to use it and she did use it a little even when Muħammad bin Åbdullah was home.

Fātimah Al Kubrah chose working second shift so she’d have as little contact with Muħammad bin Åbdullah as possible.

He worked seven to three and Fātimah Al Kubrah worked three to eleven.

That meant Fātimah Al Kubrah was gone from the house when Muħammad bin Åbdullah got home and he was asleep when Fātimah Al Kubrah got home.

It also meant Fātimah Al Kubrah and I got to spend days with Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

On good weeks, we never saw or heard Muħammad bin Åbdullah.

I did occasionally have to put up with him on the weekends when Fātimah Al Kubrah wasn’t working, but he was generally gone then, too.

He claimed he was off hunting and fishing.

Both Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and I knew that was a lie.

West Virginia did have a hunting season and it wasn’t year-round.

After Fātimah Al Kubrah went to work with the sheriff’s department, I found out that Muħammad bin Åbdullah’s idea of “hunting and fishing” involved working for some terrorist Musalmān organizations as much as he could.

I found his conduct and attitude alerting.

In his mentality, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was the Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman, had selected – purchased, really – him to bear his kids.

Sex with her was strictly for purposes of having kids.

When he accepted the fact Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, wasn’t going to give him even a single son, he stopped having sex with her.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah could not understand he lacked Y-chromosomes like most of the Musalmeen.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had also even bought them twin beds so she didn’t have to sleep in the same bed Muħammad bin Åbdullah did.

Islamic activities, on the other hand, were to be used for politics and, from what older deputies on the department told Fātimah Al Kubrah; Muħammad bin Åbdullah was legendary among the traditional backward Musalmeen of the county.

The deputies seemed surprised that Muħammad bin Åbdullah’s behavior didn’t bother Fātimah Al Kubrah more.

“Anything that keeps him busy and helps to keep him mellow is OK by me.” Fātimah Al Kubrah told them.

It also kept him from bothering Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I remembered exactly when I first started seeing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, as a sexual being.

Truth be known, I’m pretty sure it was long before she began seeing herself that way.

She needed me sexually more than I needed her.

About six months before the night she came to my room, she and I talked about sex for the first time and after that, I never looked at her in quite the same way.

The day it happened, she and I were working on the woodpile.

I was splitting wood – manually, of course, Muħammad bin Åbdullah wasn’t about to waste money on a gas-powered wood splitter – and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was stacking the wood.

She was wearing a pair of well-worn jeans and one of my old sweatshirts.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and, for the first time I looked at her and saw an attractive, intriguing Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman, not just my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

She was 35+, yet she never looked her age.

A Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān she was after all, and a devout one.

It helped her beauty and youth to intensify very much.

She looked ten years younger, 25+.

I myself was 25, so people highly openly appreciated our pair.

Durgesh is a multi billionaire, and Kħadījah Al Kubrah is a billionaire at least. Both are made for each other. A perfect pair Durgesh and Kħadījah Al Kubrah.”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah looked at the people, and then looked at me playfully.

“Are they mad, Durgesh?”

I only laughed.

After we’d worked for a couple of hours, we took a break.

“How come you have those sex places on your computer?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked, surprising me.

And embarrassing me, too.

“Ah…you know…it’s…um…” I was all alert, “It’s just something…I…um…like to…you know…read about…um…sometimes.”

It wasn’t easy talking to your Ammī in law, about sex.

“I mean, what’s the big deal about sex anyhow?” she went on.

Her comment stunned me.

“What?” I asked.

“Well…I mean…I suppose there’s gotta be somethin’ about it.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, went on, “…cause there’s sure a lot of stuff about it on the computer and all…but I don’t get it. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

How do you respond to a comment like that?

If you have good sense, you probably don’t.

I did respond, which obviously means I don’t have much in the way of good sense.

“Sex can be an incredible experience.” I said, “When two people care about each other…” I stopped and realized that Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who had only ever had sex with Muħammad bin Åbdullah, probably had no concept of what I was trying to say, “Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, this might sound like a dumb question.” I said, “But what do you think sex is?”

She frowned, blushed, then replied,

“What do you think? It’s what Muħammad bin Åbdullah done to make me pregnant with seven beautiful daughters?”

“What was it like?” I asked.

I had no illusion that she’d tell me Muħammad bin Åbdullah was a competent lover, but I wondered just what her sexual experiences with him were like.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, shrugged again,

“First time he done it to me, it hurt like hell and I bled a lot.” she said, “I thought I was gonna die for a while.”

Now I knew my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was a virgin when she married Muħammad bin Åbdullah,

“What about after that?” I asked.

I was surprised Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t seem at all embarrassed to be talking about this. Of course there was nothing in her experience that would have taught her to be embarrassed to talk about it, “What about after that?” I asked.

She shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“Didn’t hurt as much after the first time.” she said, “Never bled when he done it to me after that. Mostly it was just kinda messy, I guess.” She looked at me and smiled, “Best thing about lettin’ him do it to me was that it got me my seven daughters.”

I walked over to her, put my arms around her, and hugged her, “It didn’t ever feel good?” I asked.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, looked at me as if I were stupid and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head, “Nope. Like I said, after the first couple of times it didn’t hurt all that much, but it sure as heck never felt good.” She seemed to sense what I was thinking, “Why, is it supposed to feel good? Is there somethin’ wrong with me ’cause it didn’t?”

I pulled her into my Hindu arms and held her tightly against me.

I kissed her cheek and said,

“Don’t worry, darling, there’s nothing wrong with you.” I told her, “Nothing at all.”

My words apparently satisfied her because I felt her relax a little in my embrace.

She leaned back in my embrace and smiled at me, “Now havin’ you hug me.” she said, giggling softly, “that feels really good. I never felt so good before.”

“It feels good to me, too, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I told her.

I leaned forward and pressed my Hindu lips lightly against hers, kissing her just as I had thousands of times before.

Except that it wasn’t at all like, it had been thousands of times before.

I’m not sure why, but that kiss, intended to be innocent, sent powerful feelings through me.

I was surprised by it and didn’t hold it very long and when I finally did lift my face from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s I saw a look in her eyes that told me the kiss was different for her, too.

Sexy, I mean.

“We…um…we gotta get this wood done.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said, looking away from me. Her face was bright red.

“Ah…yeah…we…um…I guess so.” I smiled in reply.

I finished splitting the wood I’d cut into chunks and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, finished stacking the split wood.

Then she went into the house and I used Muħammad bin Åbdullah’s chainsaw to cut more of the logs in the pile in the back yard into chunks that I would split the next day.

I needed to keep on working.

I hoped it would keep me from thinking about what had happened between my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and me, when I embraced and kissed her, but it didn’t.

I finished cutting up the wood, cleaned, oiled, and fueled the chainsaw, and put it away in the shed where we kept it, then I walked into the house.

It was late and I needed to get ready for work. Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was standing at the kitchen range, stirring a pot, and when I saw her, I knew that at least our life had changed forever.

I was no longer looking at Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I was looking at a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman and it was a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman I found intriguing and alluring.

For the first time, I wondered what the body hidden by Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s loose clothes looked like…and felt like.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, looked over at me and smiled,

“This stew’ll be done ’bout the time you’re changed.” she said, “Want me to put some out for you ‘afore you head off to work?”

“Ah…sure…I…I’ll…um…” I smiled.

As I stood in the shower, I found my thoughts again drifting to Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

What she might look like nude?

The result of my lascivious, forbidden thoughts was an erection, which I took care of by holding it while imaginary pictures of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s naked body flashed through my mind.

Dressed in my uniform and feeling more than a little proud of the thoughts I’d been having, I walked out into the kitchen.

I was a young Hindu man after all.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah was a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty after all.

What’s wrong there if we both want to fuck each other?

It was natural.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had a steaming dish of stew waiting on the table for me.

She smiled at me and said,

“Eat up.”

I tried not to act as if anything had changed, sat down, and began to eat.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was a great cook and the stew tasted wonderful.

While I was eating, she came over and set a glass of milk on the table,

“Here.” she said, “You need somethin’ to wash that down.” Instead of walking away, she put her beautiful hand on the back of my neck and tickled it lightly.

I don’t remember her ever doing anything like that before, or if she did, I don’t remember it feeling like that.

It was as if there was a direct connection between the back of my neck and my Uncut Hindu Lund, a connection that only carried wonderful feelings.

A delightful current shot along that connection, causing my Uncut Hindu Lund to stiffen slightly and surprisingly nice feelings to spread up through me.

For a second, I had a problem breathing.

“Ah…thanks…Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I croaked.

I kept eating, although I really couldn’t taste the food any more.

I finished my meal, stood up, took the dishes to the sink, and rinsed them.

When I turned around, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was standing there, looking at me, smiling.

“You look real handsome in your uniform.” she said. She grinned, “But don’t tell Muħammad bin Åbdullah I said that. You know how he feels about you workin’ for Sheriff Yog Nārāyañ Trivédī.”

Then, before I could move, she walked over to me, hugged me, then she kissed me on the cheek, “Come home safe.” she whispered in my ear before she let me go and backed up a step.

The reaction she’d begun by tickling my neck was intensified by her hug.

She and I always hugged a lot when I was small – as long as Muħammad bin Åbdullah wasn’t around, of course – but the hugs had been few and far between since I’d come home as an adult.

I walked out of the house, got in my cruiser, started it up, picked up the radio mike, and called dispatch,

“4125 to dispatch.” I said.

Almost before the words were out of my mouth I realized I’d used my radio number from my campus security days.

“4125? Who’s 4125?” the dispatcher responded.

I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was laughing.

“This is County fifteen.” I said, correcting my mistake, “Show me 10-41.”

That’s the radio code for “on duty.”

“10-4 County fifteen.” the dispatcher said, “Or should I say 4125 – fifteen?” This time she didn’t try to hide her laughter.

I can’t remember having an odder shift than the one I worked that night.

It wasn’t that so much weird stuff happened; it was more that I was distracted most of the night.

At least a half-dozen speeders got a break because I was sitting in my car lost in reveries about my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nude body and not paying attention to the readout on my cruiser’s radar unit.

I was lucky it was early in the week, because my shift was relatively quiet.

We had one fight at the local bar, but it only involved three patrons, not the dozen or so we can expect Friday and Saturday nights.

Most of my time was spent on patrol, which gave me a lot of time to think.

And the only thing I could think about was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

By the time I headed home at the end of my shift, I’d made up my mind that if I could, I was going to help my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, learn what it was like to be loved by someone who really cared about her.

She’d spent far too much of her life deprived of that knowledge.

I knew teaching her about sexuality meant she would have to have sex with someone.

I also knew that whoever she had sex with had to be a person she knew and trusted and who loved her.

From the way I saw it, there was only one person who met those criteria.

Me.

I was going to seduce my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and cuckold Muħammad bin Åbdullah.

He must be punished.

It was eleven fifteen when I turned off the highway onto the road our house was located on and picked up my radio mike, “County fifteen to dispatch.” I said, “Show me 10-42.”

That meant I was going off-duty.

“10-4 County fifteen.” the dispatcher, a different one than had been on when my shift started, said, “You’re 10-42 at 2317. Good night, 4125.” That last was followed by cackling laughter.

I shook my head.

It looked as if the mistake caused earlier by my state of mind was going to stay with me for a while.

I pulled my cruiser up to beside my pickup truck next to the barn, shut the engine off, then I got out, locked it up, went inside, and went to bed.

I had to go by Fātimah Al Kubrah’s parents’ room to get to mine.

I stopped in front of their closed door and closed my eyes.

All I could think of was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, in one of the flannel nightgowns she always wore, lying in her bed, sound asleep, with her beautiful long hair fanned out around her face.

That caused an immediate reaction.

I could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening.

I took a deep breath and continued on down the hallway to my room, took off my clothes, and fell into bed.

As I laid there in the darkness, I tried, but couldn’t keep sensuous images of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, from forming in my mind.

I visualized her walking through my door, completely nude.

Apparently, I have a dramatic streak I wasn’t aware of, because in my fantasy, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was backlit and, somehow, a gentle breeze was fanning her hair.

I knew it wasn’t real, but that didn’t keep my body from reacting as if it was.

I think I mentioned that I’m twenty-five years old, so you know holding my Uncut Hindu Penis wasn’t something new to me.

Just the same, that night, while my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face filled my thoughts, I experienced the most intense orgasm.

For the first time in a long time, the sound of Muħammad bin Åbdullah leaving for work woke me the next morning.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I realized quickly that wasn’t going to happen, so I got up.

I slipped on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, went to the bathroom, then headed for the kitchen.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was sitting at the table, holding a cup of coffee in both hands.

She smiled at me,

“You’re up kinda early, you OK?” she asked.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I said.

I started for the stove to get myself a cup of coffee, but stopped, turned, and walked up behind the chair Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was sitting in,

“How did you sleep?” I asked her.

I began combing my fingers through her hair, “You have the softest hair.” I said softly, “It’s like silk.”

“That feels nice, darlin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said.

I pulled her hair back on one side, bent, and kissed her on the neck.

Then I wrapped my arms around her, across her upper chest and kissed her on the cheek, “I love you, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said.

“I love you, too, darlin’.” she replied. She put her beautiful hand on my arm, “What’s this huggin’ all about?”

“I think a pretty young Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lady like you deserves to be hugged a lot.” I told her, “And I figure I’m the guy to do it.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, squeezed my arm gently, “I ain’t complainin’.” she said softly, “I like when you hug me. I been missin’ it since you went off to college and got all grown up and all. I thought, maybe, you didn’t like doin’ it any more.”

I squeezed her even tighter and kissed her cheek again,

“No way.” I told her, “You better get used to being hugged, because you’re going to get hugged a lot from now on.”

“I ain’t gonna complain ’bout that.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said, giggling softly.

I nibbled on her ear a little bit before I let go of her and that made her giggle again,

“You can keep doin’ that, too.” she chuckled.

“OK.” I said.

I finished my trip to the stove, poured myself a cup of coffee from the pot she kept warm there, then sat down at the table across from her,

“What do we have to get done today?” I asked her after I took a sip of coffee.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, sipped some of her coffee, “I got to get some laundry done.” she replied, “Don’t know as there’s anything you need to do.”

“I can help you with the laundry.” I said.

“Laundry’s women’s work.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied quickly, “Nothing a man should be doin’.”

“Who do you think did my laundry when I was in college?” I asked her, “I didn’t have a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman to do it for me.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, put her cup down and gazed across the table at me with an interesting look,

“You have a lotta Musalmān girlfriends while you were in college?” she asked.

“I dated lot of Sunni Musalmān girls, yes!” I told her.

“You get serious about any of ’em?”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s question surprised me.

She’d never asked me about any of this before.

“Sure, I enjoyed all of them.” I told her.

Yet, I didn’t say The only “girl” I wanted now was back here in the hills.

“You always do sex with all of them?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked.

That was a question I hadn’t expected.

I nodded,

“All of them. Yes.” I said.

I was surprised by the look I saw in my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s eyes.

Unless I was totally misreading her, she was hurt and, maybe, a little jealous.

“It didn’t mean anything.” I added quickly, “It…well…it was just something…you know…to do.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s look changed to one of puzzlement,

“Why would you do that?” she asked, “You didn’t want to get them pregnant, did you?”

“Heck no.” I told her, “No way.”

“Then how come you did sex with them?”

“Because it’s fun.” I said, “Because it feels really good.”

“I don’t get it.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said, shaking her Confident Proud and beautiful head, “I don’t see why anybody would do that for fun.”

“Because it isn’t the way you think it is, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said, “Believe me, sex is nothing like what Muħammad bin Åbdullah did to you. It’s something far more excellent.”

She studied my face for a while, as if she was trying to be sure I was telling the truth,

“What is it like?” she asked.

“It can be the most wonderful experience a person can have.” I replied, “Especially if you experience it with someone you really care for and who really cares for you.”

“You ever have anything like that?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked.

I decided that honesty was the best policy.

I wanted to pique Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s interest,

“Ah…I’ve had some good sexual experiences, maybe even a few great sexual experiences.” I said, “But I’m not sure I ever had a really incredible sexual experience.” I lied tactfully with a definite purpose.

“How come?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked.

I shrugged,

“I guess it’s because I’ve never made love with anyone I care deeply about and who cares deeply about me.”

“You wrote there were a lot of mm girls at college who liked you.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said, “And there were a lot of really pretty Musalmān girls in the pictures you brought home. How come you couldn’t find one you could really care about?”

I took a deep breath, looked right at her, and said,

“Maybe I wasn’t looking in the right place.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face got bright red and she looked down at the cup she was holding in her beautiful hands,

“Ah…I…I need a little more coffee, then I need to get my work done.” she said.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but that was the first step in the journey that led to my eventually getting to make love with my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I woke up early the day after Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and I first made love and laid in my bed listening to the sound of Muħammad bin Åbdullah getting ready for work, then I heard the door slam when he left the house.

After that came the sound of his truck starting and heading down the road.

I waited in my bed, my heart pounding, hoping my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, would visit me again.

The day before she laid in my arms for a while after we finished making love, then she got up, got dressed, and left the room.

I have to admit, she seemed a little uptight and distracted the rest of the day, but we didn’t have a lot of contact since I was outside working on the woodpile and she spent the day inside, doing laundry, dishes, and cleaning the house.

As I lay there, I could hear Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, moving around the house, doing things, and that told me she wasn’t going to be coming for a visit, so I got out of bed and slipped on a T-shirt and sweat pants, then I went out to the kitchen.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was standing at the sink, washing the dishes she’d dirtied cooking Muħammad bin Åbdullah’s breakfast.

She was wearing one of the many faded loose housedresses that made up the bulk of her wardrobe.

This one was once brown and had faded to a dark tan hue.

“Good morning, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said when I walked into the kitchen.

“Mornin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied without turning around.

I walked over to where Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was, slipped my arms around her waist, bent, and kissed her on the cheek.

I was surprised to feel her body stiffen,

“What’s the matter, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah?” I asked.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, turned, then backed out my arms until she was standing about three feet away from me.

Her face was flushed and I could see confusion and hurt in her eyes,

“Why’d you do this to me?” she asked.

“Do what?” I asked.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about…what we done yesterday…it’s wrong.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said, “It’s against Allah’s law and man’s law. You had sex with me till we both were content. You put your Hindu seed deepest into me too.”

“Why don’t we sit down and talk about this?” I smiled.

I poured myself a cup of coffee – carefully.

My hands were shaking –I saw to it.

Then I walked over to the table and sat down.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, followed and sat down across the table from me.

I took a sip of my coffee,

“Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, why is it wrong for two people who love each other to show their love?” I asked.

“What we done is more than that.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied quickly, “It ain’t right for a Ammī in law , and son in law to be doin’ what we done. Why’d you do it?”

I sipped some more of my coffee, took a deep breath, and continued,

“Because after you told me what Muħammad bin Åbdullah did to you, I wanted to show you what making love is really like.” My eyes were locked on hers.

It was almost as if I could see into her mind. I knew she was confused.

“That…it don’t matter…we…we shouldn’t of…” she stammered.

“I couldn’t think of any other way to do it.” I continued, “What was I going to do, talk you into making love with somebody else? That wouldn’t be right, either.”

“If we didn’t do nothing, then…” she said, and stopped.

“Are you sorry you’ve learned what you’ve learned?” I asked, “Are you sorry you felt the things you felt?”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, looked at me for a long time, then she sighed and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“No, I ain’t sorry.” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Would it have been better if it had been someone other than me who had taught you about making love?” I continued.

She looked down at her beautiful hands and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head again,

“No…I…I’d ‘a never done nothin’ like that with nobody else.” She shuddered visibly, “I couldn’t ‘a done it with nobody else.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

Her eyes came up, her face got redder, and she took a deep breath.

Her Confident Proud and beautiful head moved slowly from side to side and, speaking so softly I could barely hear her, she said,

“No…Allah forgive me, no I…I don’t want you to stop ever now. I…I never knew I could feel that good.” Her eyes fell toward the table again, “I…I can’t stop thinkin’ about how good what we did felt.”

I could see a tremor run through her,

“And I hate that because thinkin’ about it makes me want to do it again.” She looked at me again, “We shouldn’t be doin’ it. If your father in law ever finds out…”

“There is no way he’ll ever find out.” I told her, “I’m not about to tell him and I know you won’t.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head.

I got up, walked around to the side of the table where my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was sitting, and stood next to her,

“Stand up, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said softly.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

The same look was in them that I saw when she came to my room the day before.

Slowly, she rose from the chair and stood in front of me, gazing into my eyes.

She was breathing a little harder than usual, her face remained flushed, and her mouth was slightly open.

I took both of her beautiful hands in mine and could feel her not trembling even a bit,

“Do you want to stop what we’re doing?” I asked softly.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and her Confident Proud and beautiful head moved slowly from side to side.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers.

Her mouth opened slightly and she pressed back against me.

Kissing her was totally unlike any kissing I’d ever experienced in my life.

Her lips were unbelievably soft and warm, and seemed to bond with mine – it’s the only way I can describe it.

When we kissed, it felt so wonderful I never wanted to stop.

All of the softness and connection also served to have an incredibly erotic effect on me and, I’m pretty sure, on her, too.

After kissing for a few moments, we reluctantly lifted our lips from each other, leaned back, and softly gasped for breath.

I looked right into Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s eyes, she looked right into mine.

“I…I never knew…it…kissin’ somebody could…could feel so good.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, stammered softly.

“Me, either.” I replied, and noticed the surprised look in Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s eyes.

“Really?” she said.

“Really.” I smiled confidently assuring her more and more, “I think it may have something to do with the fact that we love each other, darling.”

“Oh.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said softly.

I leaned forward and our lips joined again.

Our hands were still clasped, fingers intertwined, and they remained that way.

As the kiss endured, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s body leaned against mine, moving sensuously.

I’m not sure she was aware of what she was doing.

My body surged forward gently, pushing against hers.

Again we needed to break to get breath, and we did.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face was flushed now, and I thought the lovely glow made her look so much more alluring.

I began to unbutton the buttons that ran down the front of her dress.

Her eyes, full of love, desire, and trust remained locked on mine.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she breathed.

“I’m not going to call you ‘Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah,’ any more.” I said as I undid one button after the other.

“You…you aren’t?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured, looking puzzled.

“I’m going to call you Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I said, “Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I took a deep breath, “And you will always be my beloved. Won’t you?”

I can’t remember the last time I heard anybody call my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, by her given name.

Muħammad bin Åbdullah generally called her, “Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman” the few times he mad a direct reference to her. Mostly he just said things like, “hey.” “Come here.” and stuff like that. The guy was a real class act. It’s why I feel the way I do about him.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah bit her lip softly, then nodded slowly.

I had her dress unbuttoned all the way to her waist.

I slid my hands inside, onto her bare excellent breasts.

Fortunately, Muħammad bin Åbdullah thought bras were a waste of money, which meant my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had only a few of them and hardly ever wore one.

It felt so wonderful to have her rock-hard nipples pressing into my palms.

I squeezed Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts gently.

“Nnnnnnnnnn!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah groaned, leaning into me, pressing herself against my hands.

“You like that, don’t you, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved?” I asked.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Mérī Jān! I surely do.” she murmured, “You make me feel so good.”

“You deserve to feel so good.” I smiled at her reassuringly.

I leaned forward and, once more, our lips joined.

If anything, this kiss felt even better than the ones we’d shared earlier.

It was more intense and urgent than our earlier kisses had been and almost felt as if, somehow, she was trying to suck me inside her.

While it went on, I continued to cup Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts gently.

I also rotated my palms, teasing her rigid nipples with my palms and teasing my palms with her nipples.

Tingling, wonderful feelings raced from my hands, up my arms, and down into my body.

Additional marvelous feelings were moving from my lips down into me at the same time, and all of them were joining somewhere deep in my Hindu middle.

Gasping for breath, we again pulled our faces apart.

The look on Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s face told me I was doing exactly the right things.

She was clearly caught up in rapturous feelings, feelings I’d evoked in her.

Knowing that I was having that kind of impact on her was pretty heady stuff.

“Want to go to my bedroom?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Holding Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s excellent breasts in my hands, I slowly backed down the hallway that led from the kitchen to my bedroom, pausing from time to time to kiss her.

She moved with me, her eyes never leaving mine, her tongue occasionally caressing her lips as we moved.

When we reached the bedroom, I let go of her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts and finished unbuttoning her dress.

She surprised me by grabbing the waist of my sweat pants and pushing them down.

The only problem was that I now had an erection and getting the waist past that gave her a little trouble, but she managed.

“Is…is that…is it…because…because of…of me?” Kħadījah Al Kubrah murmured. She was staring down, at my Hindu erection.

“Yes, only because of you, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I told her, “See how wet the tip is?”

She bit her lip softly and nodded slowly.

“That’s because of you, too. Are you wet?”

She looked up at me, smiled shyly, and nodded, “And that there’s because of you, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Mérī Jān! isn’t it?”

Chapter 30

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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

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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-28

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt

Under Shower

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

I was gathering nude Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, again and again, in my strong Hindu arms into my nude Hindu lap, and my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely, with each my Hindu thrust.

She was screaming out of sheer blinding sexual bliss.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”

“Of course, darling.”I kissed my Sweet Nineteen passionately, fucking her more and more fiercely, “I’d never stop. I’d never stop till you don’t ask yourself to rest and consume the entire incredible sexual bliss you are experiencing.”

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! How the hell you Hindus do these miracles?”

“It’s our Bhogyantrānk, darling.”I kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Bhogyantrānk?”

“If you keep forgetting so soon, my darling Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund again and pushed back into her evertight sweet nineteen Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “you’ll never learn anything.”

“The hell I want to learn anything from you. Just fuck me, OK? You are Supreme in fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, not in General Knowledge.”

I winked at her impishly and gathered her sweet nineteen nude Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body in my 61 years old, yet still growing stronger, more and more, Hindu arms,

“How do you know?”

“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tightened her already tight Vaginal Grip around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“That I’m not Supreme in General Knowledge, as I’m Supreme in fucking you extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, too?”

“Even if you are, I damn care.”

“Sālī!”

“I’m in live in relationship with you now. Never forget.”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”I groaned.

“Don’t say Farīdah Imām is right.”

Farīdah Imām?”

“You don’t know any Farīdah Imām?”

“On the contrary, I know so many Farīdah Imāms that whenever one of them is referred, I must confirm always which one of them is intended.”

“Why not? Why not?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled, “Sorry, I keep forgetting you fuck countless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties. How many of them are named Farīdah Imām? Thousands of them? Millions of them?”

“Not Millions of them, but yes, maybe thousands of them. Farīdah is also a very common name in you Musalmeen after Kħadījah, Fātimah, Åāýéshah, Zainab, Ruqaiyah, Āmnah and Kulsūm.”

The feeling of the shower was wonderful.

The water was pouring down from shower on our hottest bodies with great force.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was not surprised on her own incredible heat.

She was only nineteen.

It was natural; her Sunni Musalmān heat was increasing with each of my powerful Hindu thrusts into her, even.

It’s just started at her eighteen.

It would continue at least till she is fifty, even more, much more.

More than 31 years, at least, of incredible heat of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lust!

Allah!

Will Durgesh fuck her for next 31 years non-stop?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot nonstop for these 31 years.

I could see Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, standing on all her knees and elbows there, naked.

I was riding her from her behind, penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I could not get over how beautiful she was.

Her skin looked soft and glistening with the water shining on her body.

Her breasts were large.

And they stood proud and firm, capped with pale pink areolas that seemed to fade into her breasts as they spread out from the pink nipples.

Her pubic hair, curly and plentiful, was the same golden brown color as the hair on her head.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t turn away.

I could only stare and fuck her, and fuck, and feel my heart beat faster and faster.

As if on autopilot, I was fiercely penetrating her.

I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling,” I was infinitely excited even while I was fucking her, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, you are so beautiful, … so wonderfully beautiful. I want to see you, look at you, even while I fuck you.” I raised my hands and drew her into my arms more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, just stood there, on her knees and elbows like a deer.

And I looked … and looked …and looked at her nakedness.

And fucked, and fucked, and fucked her madly.

She seemed almost like a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Sex Goddess to me.

Madly, I reached out and cupped both of her gleaming breasts.

They were so soft and yielding to my hand.

Savagely I lifted their weight, squeezed, and rubbed my thumb over the nipple, still fucking her frantically.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, moaned, but did not move.

Both my hands were caressing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as well, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Durgesh, yes  … yes dear. Just squeeze them and fuck me simultaneously. Just keep doing both. Will you, please?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s voice was soft, almost a whisper even now while I was fucking her savagely.

Her tone carried all the conviction in it.

As I fondled my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, I looked up into her eyes, fucking her savagely.

She was staring at me in wonder, not believing I could do what I was doing practically.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Is Durgesh so savage in sex?

But that’s the best thing happening to her.

Isn’t it?

She was unable to believe I was really sixty one.

“The hell, he is sixty one.” Farīdah Imām had said, “I can bet he is twenty eight only.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes lit up.

“How can you bet on such a disputed matter, Farīdah?”

Farīdah Imām winked at her lewdly.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, Durgesh fucks me too.”

“What?”

“Sālī, have you forgotten I married Nazīr Aħmad because I love Durgesh, and I couldn’t marry him?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and returned Farīdah Imām’s wink.

“How can any one? My dear, you did the miracle on the very first day. You managed to fall on his lap.”

“I managed to fall on his lap?” Farīdah Imām again winked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt once more, yet more lewdly, “I managed only to fall on his lap? I kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“What?”

“I held it in my right palm, unzipped Durgesh, brought his Uncut Hindu Lund out, played with it, fisted it, licked and sucked it to the extent that Durgesh had to cum in my virgin Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.”

“You—you swallowed Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý?”

“Why not?”Farīdah Imām raised her head high, “What else for I had fallen into his lap?”

“Allah, you were doing it all?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was looking at Farīdah Imām incredulously, “And we thought you were unconscious.”

Farīdah Imām smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

“The beauty of the situation was that even Durgesh couldn’t do anything. He had come to see me for Nazīr, with his so called friend Rashīd Aħmad.”

“So called friend?”

“If not, what else?”Farīdah Imām beamed at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, “He is 28, while Rashīd Aħmad is more than70 even.”

“No!”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once more, “a 28 year handsome young man is having friendship with 70 years Rashīd Aħmad?”

“It can’t be ever, isn’t it?” Farīdah Imām laughed.

“Of course!”

“Have you seen my Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar, ever?”

“Of course! She seems similar to Åāýéshah Bī, in ‘Bāghbān’ and ‘Jamāī Rājā’.”

“Åāýéshah Bī?”

“Hema Malini, yār! Have you forgotten Åāýéshah Bī is Hema Malini’s real name now, after she married Dharmendr?”

“None knows it.”

“We Musalmān Beauties call her Åāýéshah Bī now.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pinched Farīdah Imām on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thigh, “And why shouldn’t we? After all she is one of us Musalmān Beauties now.”

Farīdah Imām held her head in pride.

“She has become more beautiful since she has embraced Islam .”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at Farīdah Imām.

“Our Salāt is a great exercise for us Musalmān Beauties to make us more and more beautiful. It develops our buttocks rounding them excellently when we go in sajdahs.”

Farīdah Imām kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt on her lips.

“You are absolutely right, darling.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gave Farīdah Imām a fist on her back.

Farīdah Imām managed to protect herself from it.

“Sālī, newly eighteen, I’m ten years senior to you. Never try to fist me on my back. Try to develop some respect for your elders, bachchī.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and changed the subject.

“You were telling me something about your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar.”

“Yes! Yessss! She raped Durgesh.”Farīdah Imām squeezed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

“Uīīīīīī!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped, “your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar raped Durgesh?”

“Yes, but I think that was what Durgesh wanted all along.”

“I can’t understand.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām innocently.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says Durgesh is obsessed with elder Musalmān Beauties.”

“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once again, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must be crazy.”

“No! I think she has a point. Have you joined Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was dumbfounded.

“W w what club?”

Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, yār!”

“Allah! Does there exist such a club anywhere?”

“Of course, it does exist. And you’d be surprised to know it was established by Musalmān Beauties themselves, after Mumbai Blasts, not by Hindus.”

“Oh, yes! Now I remember there was a rumor that some NGO of Musalmān Women was trying its best to compensate Hindus for Mumbai Blasts. I never believed it.”

“You should have. They established Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.”

“You are a member there?”

“No, I want Durgesh only.”

“I myself want Durgesh only. So why are you asking me whether I’ve joined it?”

“Never mind. Have you met Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ever?”

“Yes, she is also one of my close friends, as you are. Why are you asking?”

“She says Durgesh has been brought by extremely beautiful elderly Sunni Musalmān Beauties since his childhood.”

“Yes! Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Rābiyah Altamash, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad, so many were there.”

“They used Durgesh to quench their own sexual lust when Durgesh’s mind was immature.” She said, “He fucked elder Musalmān Beauties more than the Musalmān Beauties of his own age.”

“Allah!”

“That’s why Durgesh gets more satisfaction when he fucks elder Musalmān Beauties.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked horrified at Farīdah Imām.

“He deliberately develops friendship with elder Musalmeen as he did with my father in law Rashīd Aħmad. He deliberately tells them lies about his age.”***

The soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and started my heart pounding.

“Come in,” I called.

I sat up in my bed and turned, dropping my legs over the side, so I was facing the door.

The door opened and she walked into my room, looking incredibly confident.

She was wearing a long, worn bathrobe that, before hundreds of washings, was a pink plaid belted around her waist.

Her fingers clutched the neck of the robe, holding that shut, as if she wanted to be sure nothing showed.

Her straight light brown hair fell almost to her bottom.

She wore no makeup and was what some people would call extra ordinary beautiful.

She did have the kind of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān features that made her a woman I’d notice without being sure why.

Her big brown eyes were open wide and darted around the room, showing her self-confidence…or was it pride?

She stood almost five feet ten inches tall in her slippers and was thirty-nine years old, although her unlined face and clear skin made her look much younger than that.

Her name was Kħadījah Al Kubrah…she was my Ammī in law.

“Come over here, Ammī,” I smiled softly.

When I spoke, Kħadījah Al Kubrah made a tiny sound something like a cross between a gasp and a moan, then she walked slowly and stiff-legged to the bed I sat on and stood in front of me.

I looked up at her and she looked down at me with “Confident Proud deer” eyes.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” I asked softly.

I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding.

She stared at me for quite a while, then slowly nodded her beautiful head.

“All right,” I said.

I reached out a hand that I could see was not trembling even a bit and untied the belt around the waist of her robe.

The robe relaxed when the belt was loosened, but since she was still clutching the neck, it remained closed.

“Let go,” I said softly.

She took a deep breath and didn’t move for what seemed like ages.

Finally, her fingers straightened slowly, releasing the neck of the bathrobe.

After she’d released the robe, her arms fell to her sides.

The robe was still shut.

I took a deep breath, reached out, parted it, and was gazing at my Ammī-in-law’s incredibly beautiful naked Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body for the first time.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God!” I exclaimed.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, quickly lifted her beautiful hands and tried to close the robe, but I put my hands on hers and stopped her.

“You…you think I…I’m ugly,” she murmured.

Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me.

“No, Ammī, Mérī Jān! Kħadījah Al Kubrah, it’s just the opposite. I think you have an incredible extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body,” I told her.

And she did.

She probably weighed somewhere around one-forty and her body was a nearly perfect combination of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves and valleys.

Her breasts were large, but not huge, and not sagged even a bit even though she had nursed her seven equally beautiful daughters when they were an infant.

What caught my eye were her nipples.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah had the smallest nipples I’d ever seen.

They were beginning to erect under my Hindu gaze and had to be at least one-tenth of an inch in diameter.

They were beginning to emerge from the large pale pink circles that capped her beautiful breasts.

Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body.

Equally lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs.

“You…seeing you…looking…at…at me…like that…it…makes…it makes me…feel funny,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, smiled. She never stammered. “We…we shouldn’t be…doing…this…”

I reached out my hand and lightly trailed my fingers over her belly, which was softly rounded and still showed faint stretch marks.

She shuddered and gasped.

“Yes, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, Mérī Jān!  we should be doing this,” I told her. “We both want to.”

Much as I wanted to grab my Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s breasts and play with those beautiful nipples, I didn’t.

I stood up and walked around behind her instead.

Then I took hold of her bathrobe and pulled it back.

Initially she stood there stiff, resisting me, but she finally relented and allowed me to take it off.

I tossed the robe onto a chair near my bed, and then I let my eyes roam over the rear of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Much of her back was covered by her straight, shiny light brown hair.

Her hair was her one vanity.

She combed if faithfully, a hundred strokes, every night.
Her bare bottom was every bit as wonderful to see as the rest of her had been.

I know I probably sound like a broken record, but perfect is the only word I can find to describe it.

Wide, but formed perfectly, I thought it was the epitome of womanhood.

I stepped closer to her and began running my fingers through her hair.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah moaned softly.

She liked to have me play with her hair.

I knew it was the safest way to start a process that I believed would lead to so much more…for both of us.

“You like having me do this, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers stole through her silken tresses.

I was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and my Hindu erection was already threatening to tear a hole in them.

“Yes! You know I do,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured in reply.

I played with her hair for a few more minutes, and then I moved my caresses to her neck and shoulders.

That brought a gasp from her and sent a shudder through her body.

I’d dreamed of this night for so long and knew exactly what I needed to do.

I kept my touch whisper-soft, barely letting my fingers touch her as they skimmed over her skin.

She had known little gentleness in her life and I knew she’d respond powerfully to being treated gently.

“You do like this, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers continued to glide up and down her neck, out onto her shoulders, and down onto her upper back.

“You…you’re makin’ me…I feel…all…funny…inside.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, whimpered.

“Funny good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes! So good! Nobody but you can…can make me…feel…like this, Durgesh.”

That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear.

I had spent the last six months getting to the point where she was willing to come to me.

I’d convinced her that I’d be gentle with her, would make her feel good, and got her to trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.

I expanded the scope of my caresses.

My fingers went from her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms to her beautiful hands, teased her palms and between her fingers, then slid back up to her neck.

After I’d done that a few times, I could hear the increase in her rate of breathing and could see her shoulders moving as her chest heaved.

I knew her heart had to be pounding as hard as mine was and that I would feel it if I put my hand on her chest, but I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

I could see how confident Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was.

So, I forced myself to go slowly and deliberately, knowing that in the end, we’d reach the outcome I wanted and both of us needed.

I spent quite a while caressing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s neck, shoulders, arms, and hands, then I dropped to my knees and let my fingers trail down the outside of her shapely legs.

As my fingers stole over the silky-smooth flesh, I saw goose bumps forming and could feel her still not trembling even a bit.

“Ummmmmm!Allah!” I heard her moan.

I smiled and caressed every inch of her legs and her bottom, to the accompaniment of a wonderful symphony of passionate sounds.

“Unnnnnn!” meant I was caressing her bottom.

“Ooooooooo!” said I’d moved onto the back of her thighs.

“Uhhhhhhh!” accompanied my caressing her calves.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” celebrated my fingers stealing up the outside of her legs, and “Ummmmmmm!” meant my fingers were sliding down the front of her thighs.

Her rapid breathing kept time for the wonderful sounds coming from her.

I hadn’t anticipated any of this.

Therefore I was both surprised and delighted.

It told me I was having the effect on her I wanted to have, maybe an even stronger one.

“DURGESH…Allah! DURGESH!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned after I’d been playing with her legs and bottom for a while. “My legs’re shakin’ so…bad I…I’m afraid I’m…gonna fall.”

“Lay down on the bed.” I told her. “On your back.”

She hesitated but briefly, and then did as I’d said.

I got to my feet and looked down at her.

It was a sight I’d seen in my dreams many times, now I was seeing it for real.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying in my bed, her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body flushed, her hair spread out on the sheets.

My Hindu erection, diamond-hard, lurched in my cutoffs.

The front of the shorts was soaking wet because pre-cum was almost gushing from me.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t notice, she had her eyes pressed tightly closed.

Her mouth sagged open slightly and she continued to gasp for breath.

Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were erect.

Her nipples had grown even harder and looked even bigger, conveying to me that she was enjoying my Hindu actions.

I’d guess they jutted out from the pale pink flesh surrounding them.

I walked around to the other side of my king-sized bed, got on it, and crawled across so I was kneeling next to my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Her extremely beautiful eyelids were still down, but she turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head to the side of the bed I was on.

I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers gently.

Since her mouth was partly open, I caressed her lips with my tongue.

That caused a soft moan and, very tentatively, her tongue touched mine.

When that happened, it was almost as if her lips and mine softened and the kiss turned into one unlike any kiss I’ve experienced before or since.

Waves of warmth and bliss spread through me and, for a second, I was afraid I’d come in my shorts.

I felt Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand come to rest gently on the back of my head and the kiss continued.

At long last, it ended, and I think both of us were equally saddened when that happened.

“Oh, DURGESH.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured. “What are you doin’ to me?”

“I’m showing you what it’s like to be loved.” I replied.

“Oh, DURGESH, darlin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

She closed her eyes and a blissful smile curved her beautiful crimson lips.

I’d never in my life seen a smile like that on my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face and felt a rush of pride at having put one there at long last.

I began kissing my way gently down over Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s body, from her mouth to her neck, and then to her upper chest.

At the same time, I trailed my fingers over the gentle swell of her abdomen.

Once again, I was treated to the sounds of her symphony of passion.

Her body began twisting and turning gently, too, almost as if she was lying on a waterbed.

It was as if she could no longer bear to lie still.

After kissing a considerable expanse of lovely, silky flesh, I was finally about to achieve my first objective of the day.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s rigid nipple was so close I could reach out my hand and touch it, which I did.

“Gnahhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried her back arching. “Oh, DURGESH! Yā Allaaaaaaah!!”

I pinched her nipple again and again she reacted violently.

And she reacted exactly the same way when I did it a third time.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, DURGESH, you’re makin’ me feel too good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I don’t think she was aware of it, but her hips had begun a rocking motion.

I was toying with the verge of her pubic hair with my fingers, but didn’t move them any lower.

“That feels way too good. If you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna go crazy!”

Despite her protests, I kept doing what I was doing.

In fact, I did more.

I slid my palm over a little more, wrapped my fingers around her right nipple, and pinched it.
“DURGESH! Oh, no! Oh, no! I’m gonna go crazy…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh…uh…uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh!” The sounds coming from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s mouth were passionate, as was the motion of her body.

She grabbed hold of my head and didn’t seem to be able to decide whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer while what was probably the first orgasm she had ever in her life flooded her.

In the middle of it, I moved my fingers from her right nipple to her left, and that seemed to cause her yet another powerful flare-up.

When, finally, her motions began calming and the volume of her passionate cries began to lower, I lifted my palm from Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast and, kneeling next to her, pushed down my shorts, then kicked them across the room.

I turned back to Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and gently tugged her legs apart, then moved so I was kneeling between them.

I shuffled forward until the head of my Hindu erection brushed the forest of light brown Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hair covering her middle.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who’d been lying there with her eyes closed, opened them and gazed up at me with almost the same wide-eyed look she had when she first walked into my bedroom.

“DURGESH, you ain’t gonna hurt me, are you?” she murmured.

I leaned forward, supporting my upper body on my outstretched arms, and lowered myself so I could kiss her.

“There’s no way I’d ever purposely do anything to hurt you, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said after the kiss ended.

I pushed myself back up, grabbed my Hindu erection, and slid the tip down through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.

She was, as I expected, sopping wet with the fluids of her excitement.

“Did that hurt?” I asked.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, no!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

I repeated my action and this time a soft groan came from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Then I placed the tip of my rock-hard Uncut Hindu shaft in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān opening and pushed my hips forward a little, until the entire Uncut Hindu tip was inside her.

I looked down at her face and saw an almost angelic look, so I slid myself into her a little further.

“DURGESH! Allah! That feels so good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned.

I’m not sure if it was that I am that big – I have an average size Uncut Hindu Lund, I think – or if it was because she was so tight.

I do know that I was now in an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman who was as tight, or hot, as my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I kept sliding myself farther and farther into her until, at last, I could go no deeper.

I was so close to erupting I was afraid to move any more.

I held myself there, over my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, my arms stiff, fighting the urge to explode with every fiber of my being.

“Feel…good?” I asked Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, as I looked down into her passion-filled face. I’d never seen her look more wonderful.

“Didn’t…know…doin’ sex…could…feel…like…this.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, gasped. “Didn’t never…know…I…could…feel…so…good.”

“You’re going to feel even better soon.” I assured her.

I pulled out until just the head of my Hindu erection was in her, then shoved it back in slowly.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! !” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned. “DURGESH! If you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna make me go nuts again!”

“That’s the whole idea, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my darling, Mérī Jān!” I told her.

Fighting the urge to come every second, I began moving my Hindu erection in and out of her with steady thrusts.

Each one sent me up one notch higher on my own mountain of joy, and each notch took me a step closer to losing control.

Then I had no more control.

“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah!” I groaned as my churning insides unleashed and a torrent of my hot Hindu fluids began gushing from me.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! That’s so hot! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I felt her beautiful hands clawing at my back and her hips shoving up against mine as her second – or maybe third – orgasm rocked her.

When, at last, we had spent our lust, we lay in each other’s arms, settling down, I still buried deepest into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Chapter 29

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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

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt

The miracle of the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Musalmān Beauties

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never experienced such an immense pleasure.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out of incredible pleasure, “Now I know why we Musalmān Beauties die to take you inside us. Durgesh darling, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Méré Hindu Piyā! None less experienced can give us such an immense incredible pleasure with only the tip of his Prick. They would have ejaculated even a long time ago.”

I smiled and kissed her full on her lips.

For a long time, our lips were locked.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had thrust her waist up, and had thus managed to take my Uncut Hindu Penis buried into her young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.

It seemed infinity we were locked to each other thus.

19 years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān

Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had put her arms around my neck.

Both her legs were wrapped around my nude Hindu waist.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was buried deepest into her young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Her labial lips were firm in their strong young grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis.

My open Hindu palms were under her nude soft buttocks.

We were locked together for as if infinity.

Whenever I wanted to pull out, even a bit, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt immediately protested by tightening the pressure of her legs on my waist.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

How much more she wanted to enjoy this locked status of us both?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt never moved under me herself, neither allowed me.

Her grip on me was ever strongest.

I had worried for a moment about hurting her if Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t wet enough, but the second I had lowered my Uncut Hindu Prick to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt that fear had disappeared.

I could hardly believe how wet my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was flowing, soaking not only my Uncut Hindu Prick and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips but also the comforter Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was laying on.

I closed my eyes as I slid my Uncut Hindu Prick, ultimately, up and down Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s slit.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tasted so good, so sweet with just a little tang.

Honey and tangerine, I decided.

My little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl tasted of honey and tangerine.

I moaned with pleasure as he fucked up her, then pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick deepest into her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole.

I fucked gently and was rewarded with a continuous increase of her grips on me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock twitched and jerked as it kept vanishing deepest into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s willing Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   pressed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hard against my Hindu loins, almost fucking me herself.

Her fingers moved unconsciously to her nipples and as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust against my Uncut Hindu Prick, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt plucked at her nipples too.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the slight pain of her fingering entwine with the pleasure of my Uncut Hindu Prick and groaned loudly.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s groans spurred me on.

I circled her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole again and again and again, knowing that I was teasing her, knowing that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  wanted and needed more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved one hand from a nipple to grasp the back of my ass, trying to push me harder onto her greedy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust her hips against my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.

Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā!!! Please Abbū’s best friend…” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was little more than a groan, her words barely audible, but they were enough.

I plunged my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hole, spearing her with my Uncut Hindu Prick and I began to fuck Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt bucked and jerked under me.

I pressed my hands onto her hips and pressed her to the bed so Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wouldn’t push me off in her excitement.

My Uncut Hindu Prick slid around her inner walls, my loins soaked in her juices as I felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasm.

I fucked her harder, faster, wanting to bring her to orgasm quickly.

I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly, because I had resolved not to fuck her with my Uncut Hindu Cock until I had pleasured her completely with it.

And it was a resolution I felt slipping with every passing second, my Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard I could hardly bear it.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   moaned her pleasure, one hand plucking harder and harder at her nipple as the other twisted into my hair.

“Fuck me, Abbū’s best friend!! Please fuck me!!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s words almost caused me to drive my Uncut Hindu Cock hard into her but I controlled my desire and Uncut Hindu Pricked her harder.

My hands on her hips pressing her hard to me, as I controlled her leaping body.

I felt her spasming intensify and smiling to myself I pulled my Uncut Hindu Prick from her depths and swiftly rubbed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty gently before shoving my Uncut Hindu Prick back into her clenching hole and fucking her harder.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   felt the waves of orgasm flow over her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a scream as the nip of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty drove her over the edge.

Both her hands were now on my hips as my Uncut Hindu Prick slammed in and out of her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pushed against me, her orgasm wracking her body and causing her to flood my Uncut Hindu Prick over and over.

She swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick every time hungrily and greedily into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt whenever I plunged.

I kept fucking her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so open to me, so wonderful.

My precious little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was all I wanted.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   came hard and long.

Her body jumped and leapt.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed and flooded.

Her throat ripped raw from the screams of pure Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ecstasy.

And her mind was whirling as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt realized what was happening.

I was fucking her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was coming for me.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was bathing my Uncut Hindu Prick with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān orgasm.

Gently I withdrew my Uncut Hindu Prick from her honey Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I smiled.

As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   calmed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed deeply and caressed my hair, loving the way it felt between her fingers.

Her body felt so light, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt as though she could float away and was glad that I was still fucking her down.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her nipples and Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt ache from use and with contentment.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed once more, happily, and whimpered,

“Abbū’s best friend… that was wonderful… thank you Abbū’s best friend.”

Hearing my precious darling thanking me for her orgasm made me stiffen even more.

My hard Uncut Hindu Cock was so erect I knew that I had to come soon or I would be in pain.

I moved slowly from my position between Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s spread thighs and pulled her to me.

“Now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, now, I need you more.” My voice was slightly broken and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled into my eyes as she leant forward slightly to kiss my lips.

“Fuck me, Abbū’s best friend, till we both exist. I love your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick inside me.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered.

I nodded mutely.

My arousal was so intense I was no longer capable of speech.

Slowly, carefully I mounted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

Her soaked thighs welcomed me as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock to her opening.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   shivered as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cockhead prodding her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt once more, “I love you there, Abbū’s best friend.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered.

Hearing her words I let out an agonized groan and drove hard into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

In that one thrust I impaled her completely, my full Uncut Hindu Cock buried in her hot, wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt once more.

Simultaneously we moved, almost as though we had fucked many times before.

Each was knowing how to move together.

Each was thrusting and pushing.

Each wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock buried deepest inside her.

Each wanted to feel her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clench and tighten around my Uncut Hindu Cock as I pumped my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her.

I fucked her hard.

I drove into her harder and harder, all thoughts of taking my time gone from the second I felt how welcoming her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was.

Our eyes were locked on each other, watching each other’s reactions as we ground together.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   clenched her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles, trying to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock inside each time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me pull out.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān movements were driving me wild, driving me to fuck her harder.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   moaned as she felt me fucking her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned loudly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my balls slap against her.

As I moved my mouth to suck and bite on her nipple, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out her pleasure.

As I plunged into her over and again Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt panted and groaned.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was aware of nothing but the myriad of sensations flooding her as I took her precious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān virginity.

Just as I was aware of nothing but the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock being massaged as I fucked her harder and harder.

I felt my Hindu balls tighten and lift and knew that I was moments from orgasm.

I wanted this first time for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt to come with me.

I smiled into her eyes as I drove even more savagely into her and lowered my head to bite hard on her already tender nipple.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed as my teeth closed over her tormented nipple and felt her body spasm in her second orgasm.

Seconds later, I grunted loudly as I shot my Hindu Vīrý into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

My Hindu seed spurted hard in jet after jet into her hot, greedy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

I felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt milk my Uncut Hindu Cock and was amazed that not only had I come twice in the one evening but at the volume of my Hindu Vīrý Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was pulling from me.

As we both calmed, I stroked Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s face as I watched her orgasm subside,

“Thank you darling.” I whimpered as I gathered her into my arms.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled happily and wriggled deeper into my embrace.

“You are mine now darling, mine and no one else’s.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled contentedly as she felt my seed oozing slowly from her gaping, used hole, “Yes Abbū’s best friend.”***

The sound of the front door slamming shut woke Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   from her dreams.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she wriggled deeper into her warm comforter, softly sighing with contentment, still half-asleep.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt so relaxed as though Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was floating on a cloud.

And, in many ways, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so happy that I loved her as much as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt cuddled closer into my side, the heat of my body so comforting.

The weight of my arm, slung over her body as we slept, was so reassuring.

Right at This moment, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   felt happier and safer than Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ever had in her life.

This was what Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  wanted, to be in my arms as we slept together, sated from our intense lovemaking.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   was startled to full wakefulness as she heard the sound of cupboard doors in the kitchen downstairs being slammed closed.

Jumping to a sitting position Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant down over sleeping me, “Abbū’s best friend! Abbū’s best friend!” Her whimpered words frantic as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to rouse me, “Abbū’s best friend! You have to get up!”

Slowly my eyes fluttered open and I reached up to hook her waist with my hand and started to pull Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s lips to mine, “Abbū’s best friend! Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is home!”

My dark eyes widened.

I leapt from her bed and scrabbled for my clothes.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled as she watched, seeing her Abbū’s handsome best friend scrabble in the dim lamplight for my clothes.

Grabbing my jeans, and foregoing my shorts, I pulled them on, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  , I am so sorry! This should never have happened!”

Sitting in her bed, the comforter around her waist, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled as she heard me speak.

“Abbū’s best friend, nonsense! It was perfect. I love you so much for it. You’ve to fuck me now till I do exist. To hell with Ammījān, even. I’m not afraid of her even a bit.”

My eyes lingered for a long moment on her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, her nipples already peaking under my gaze.

“Okay,” I smiled, “If that’s what you want, it was perfect darling. And I love you too.”

We looked into each other’s eyes, smiling as we shared a moment of intimate recognition of each other.

There was a creak from the bottom step of the staircase and the magic of the moment was broken.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  jumped from her bed and grabbed my shorts, shoving them under her pillow as I pulled my shirt over my head.

I turned from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   and walked towards the door; paused and turning back put my hand on the back of her and pulled her to me.

“Later darling, later.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whispered.

Nevertheless, I kissed her deeply.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was probing her mouth as I slid a hand down to cup one of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

Then I was gone.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   stood, naked, in the middle of her bedroom floor.

So much had happened in just a few hours.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had loved every moment of it.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become a woman.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become mine.

Trying to ignore the muted, angry voices coming from her parent’s bedroom Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  reached for her pyjamas.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tossed them into the wicker laundry basket in the bottom of her closet and walked across the floor to her drawers.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  opened the drawers and took out a clean pair of pyjamas and put on the top, leaving the shorts in the drawer.

Climbing back into bed, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the voices grow louder as the argument escalated.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pursed her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and nestled under the comforter.

The dent in her pillow, made by my head, caused her heart to clench.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wriggled trying to get comfortable, using the pillow and comforter to cover her ears.

She was trying to block out the sounds of her parent’s fight.

She was continuously resisting now her urge to run to me.

In her attempts to get comfortable one of her hands slid under the pillow.

Her fingers felt the material of my shorts.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  pulled them out and held them to her face, her hot tears of frustration at the now blazing row in the room next door soaking the fabric.

A door slamming made her jump and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard her Abbū shouting,

“No! This time I am leaving!”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart stopped as she heard her Abbū’s words.

‘Leaving’?

Surely, her Abbū wasn’t leaving.

How could he leave?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay rigid in her bed, listening to her parents, the hated filled words of their argument were shaking her to her core but second to the fear that her Abbū was, indeed, leaving.

Surely, he wouldn’t leave her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  couldn’t bear it if he left.

A deep sob wracked her body, her emotions raw from all that had taken place that evening.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt clutched my shorts to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and felt the burn of her tears as they streamed down the sides of her face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay on her side.

The fighting continued, the words unheard by Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the pain of her fear claw at her.

Then silence as the door to her parent’s bedroom was slammed shut with such force the house rattled.

Complete silence.

The sobs subsiding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   turned to face the door, straining to hear any movements.

But there were none.

There was nothing but silence.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   couldn’t understand what was happening.

There had been a fight, a door slammed, but no one had gone down the stairs.

What was going on?

And more importantly, was her Abbū  alright?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay for five agonizing minutes, watching the hands on her old fashioned alarm clock ticking away each second.

Finally, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t bear it anymore and quietly got out of bed.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  grabbed her robe from the hook on the door and put it on, tying the sash with a loose knot.

Pressing her ear to the door Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   listened for any sounds, but there were none.

Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt turned the door handle and eased the door open.

Peering out Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see nothing in the gloom of the night.

The lights downstairs were off and the only illumination was that cast through the crack of her door from the dim lamp.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, you should be in bed.”

The tones were enough to startle Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a small yelp of surprise.

Opening the door wider Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was able to make out the figure of me sitting on the top step of the staircase.

Looking quickly to the door of her parent’s bedroom and seeing that there was no light shining from under it Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved quietly across the hall to sit by me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant against my side and rested her head on my shoulder,

“I am sorry Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt treats my Abbū that way, Abbū’s best friend.” Her whispers were only just reaching my ear.

“It’s, of course, her fault,” I said gravely, “yet it isn’t all her fault, darling. It really isn’t.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lifted her head to look at my face.

“But Abbū’s best friend…” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   was cut off by me placing a finger over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, despite everything, despite what has happened tonight between us, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is still your Ammījān and I can’t let you think it is all her fault. It just happened…” I said and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   pressed a kiss to the finger I still held over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.

“Is my Abbū really leaving, Abbū’s best friend?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was small and she held her breath as she waited for my answer.

“No. How can he leave now?” My eyes burned into hers as we sat closely together on the step, “How can he ever leave you, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had brought her Abbū back from the brink of despair.

For months, he had been in a place he had struggled to keep control of.

Now, with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s love, I could see a point in his life, a future.

Smiling happily, her heart pounding as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt understood the implications of my words; Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   leant forward to kiss my lips softly.

The kiss was soft and gentle.

A sweet kiss of promise and love.

Hugging her, I looked at her.

My eyes were full of love for my sweet 19, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,

“But what have I done? Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, It’s actually you who did it, darling. I would never have taken advantage of you like This.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  smiled softly and leaning towards me, her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips brushing my ear, whimpered,

“But Abbū’s best friend, it’s not any advantage of me you would have taken. It is our human right. It was always meant to be. I love you. Never see my newly acquired adulthood. You’ve fucked me now till our heart’s content. Tell me truthfully, who is more aggressive in our love making always, you or I?”

“Of course you but—”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt interrupted me in the middle.

“Then isn’t it my need initially, not yours?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,”

“Darling, I need you for me, even if you don’t. Can’t you see it even now?”

Her words tore a groan from me.

I wrapped a fist in her long, loose hair and used it to pull her hard towards me.

This kiss was not soft.

This kiss was hard.

This kiss was claiming the promise.

“Suck me Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, suck me now.” I smiled.

Mutely Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid down three steps and turned to kneel facing me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled at me as she reached towards the button, the zip of my jeans, and unfastened them.

My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang towards her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt giggled softly as she stuck the tip of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue out and licked the head of my everhardest Uncut Hindu Penis.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ran the tip of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the softness of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, circling it and then lapping delicately at the ridge on the underside.

I put my hands behind, leant back, and gave her greater access of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

We both were moaning now almost in unison, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked me and I felt the softness of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue teasing my Uncut Hindu Cock to swell even more.

“I am not as young as I was, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.” I smiled, “I have already come twice tonight. I don’t think I’d come again so soon now. But I want to feel your extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Prick. I love it. Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  .. Your my Uncut Hindu Prick sucking…”

My words trailed off as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  ran her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Nonsense, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! You are the unique one who is everyoung. You never age.”

“You are mad for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”I smiled.

“Mad for your Uncut Hindu Lund?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at me impishly, “Yes! You are right my Hindu Kħasam. Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, I’m mad for your Uncut Hindu Lund, because I’m made for your Uncut Hindu Lund only:

Mad for you, made for you all Muslimah Beauties,

Fuck us, love us, sodomise us, we are your Cuties.’”

I laughed.

“I’m sure you don’t mean it, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt!”

“You are wrong once again, Durgesh.”suddenly Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Ammī, appeared there, “My daughter, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is right:

Mad for you, made for you all Muslimah Beauties,

Fuck us, love us, sodomise us, we are your Cuties.”

“You both the Ammī and daughter are crazy for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”I smiled.

“We entire extra ordinary extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties are made for your Uncut Hindu Lund, my dear.”

“Nonsense!”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned when she tasted her own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice on my Hindu shaft.

Closing her eyes Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took my Uncut Hindu Cockhead into her warm, wet mouth and suckled gently.

“I think I know now why your Uncut Hindu Penis is so tastiest in my mouth. It’s soaked with countless Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt juices.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed.

One of my hands came to caress her hair as I watched Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licking and sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My pretty little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had my Uncut Hindu Cockhead in her mouth and was driving me almost insane with desire.

Her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue swirled over my Uncut Hindu Cockhead as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  pressed her head down, taking more of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.

Licking and sucking, she looked up and saw my eyes were fixed on her, my expression one of pure Hindu pleasure.

Sliding her mouth up and down my hard Uncut Hindu Cock Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  tightened her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel every ridge and vein and when her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips circled my Uncut Hindu Cockhead Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t contain her desire and need to run her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over it.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  loved the softness of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, the feeling on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips so exciting that her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed each time.

Feeling the saliva in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth build up, for my incredible Uncut Hindu Prick, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   started to slide up and down my Hindu length faster and faster.

Her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue was busy the whole time as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  swirled it over every wonderful inch of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My hand on her hair was driving her to please me more and more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked and licked my Uncut Hindu Prick until Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had to pull her head off my Uncut Hindu Cock to catch her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breath.

Giggling softly she looked up at me and told me that ‘Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed more practice’.

I looked at her seriously and said,

“No, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  . You are perfect as you are. Even your Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is perfect, and I see now she is perfecting her daughter, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, too.”

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled her thanks to me,

“Thank you, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! We all Musalmān Beauties are deeply indebted to you. None else has done for us ever what you are doing for us entire Musalmān Beauties. Fuck us all, Hindu darling, and enjoy.”

There was silence for a moment as we, all the three, looked into each other’s eyes.

Then smiling sweetly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   kissed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I shook my head and laughed quietly, my hand still on her hair.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sank her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over my Hindu erection, taking more into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth than Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ever had before.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock touched the back of her throat and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gagged, pulling her beautiful head off once more.

Her blue eyes were full of tears, a reflex to her gag.

One trickled down her right cheek and I moved my hand to brush the tear away with the pad of my thumb.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   moved her head back down and licked every inch of my Hindu shaft, and then kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock carefully all over.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  wrapped her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips around my Uncut Hindu Cockhead and very slowly slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth down.

Pausing for a moment to calm her breathing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   looked up into my eyes then forced her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth down hard over my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took every inch of me into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, my Uncut Hindu Cockhead filling her throat.

Tears flooded her eyes once more and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  fought her gag reflex for a moment with her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips locked tightly around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Blinking I watched as she deep throated my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel her throat spasm and see the tears sparkling in her darling blue Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.

I knew how much this was costing her and I was choked with emotion, knowing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was doing this for me, for my pleasure.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   slid her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the root of my Uncut Hindu Cock before pulling her head up, her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips clamped tightly around my Hindu thickness.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  swirled her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the vein on the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock, swirling and dancing the tip of me, then licking with the flat of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue.

My Hindu moans were spurring her on as her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue pushed me closer and closer to my Hindu orgasm.

I shook my head as I realized that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt continued to lick and suck me in this way I would come again, for the third time over the past few hours.

That knowledge amazed me, I couldn’t remember the last time I had managed such a feat.

But then, I reflected, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so aroused.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was giving me a new lease of life in many ways.

They all did.

Yes, every extra ordinary extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauty did give me a new lease of life in many ways.

1. By kissing me,

2. By licking me,

3. By sucking me,

4. By fucking me and

5. By making me even to sodomise them.

Yes, they were right.

I never age.

I’m everyoung.

But it’s not my own miracle.

It’s their own miracle.

The miracle of the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Musalmān Beauties.

They kept me everyoung for them,

1. By kissing me,

2. By licking me,

3. By sucking me,

4. By fucking me and

5. By making me even to sodomise them.***

It was the extent the willing Panjvaqtā Namāzī Musalmān Beauties could do to a man, if they actually love him.

The sensations of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s teasing my Uncut Hindu Prick filled my mind and with a groan, I pulled her head deep onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Forcing my Uncut Hindu Cock into her throat, I held her in place, feeling her choke, feeling her throat spasm as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fought for her Sunni Musalmān breath.

I knew I had to release her and reluctantly let her pull her head up.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over my Uncut Hindu Cock, gasping and choking.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

My first feeling was excitement to see her almost choke on my Hindu erection.

Immense Self Pride flooded through me a mere heartbeat later.

My Hindu arousal due to it was such that for one selfish moment I ignored it.

Viciously twisting my hand into her long blonde hair I pulled her head down hard onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust my hips hard, fucking her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, her throat.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt struggled and her struggles excited me even more.

I held her in place and leaning back on one hand pumped my hips, fucking her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān throat, relishing the feeling of her throat spasms and struggles.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   tried to move her head, but my vice like grip kept her in place.

Her breathing was almost impossible and the tears filling her eyes blurred her vision.

The tears streaming down her face were burning just as her throat was burning with my frantic Hindu fucking.

She could never believe I was really 61.

I had incredible infinite lust to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

And the more incredible miracle was, my lust for Musalmān Beauties was still increasing endlessly the more I fucked them.

‘Marz bađhtā hī gayā, jyon jyon davā kī.’

I could never age.

I could never age.

And it was a blessing not for me only, also for entire Musalmān Beauties too.

Her head began to spin and her vision became even more blurred as I slammed my long Uncut Hindu Cock even harder into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān throat.

Just as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,   thought she could take no more Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard me groan as jets of my hot Hindu cum shot deep into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān throat.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  felt I released her head and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  pulled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth from my Uncut Hindu Cock, gasping for breath.

A second spurt of my hot come splashed into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  desperately drew air into her lungs, and I filled her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my spurting Uncut Hindu Prick.

A third jet landed on her throat again as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her head back in surprise.

I watched my Hindu come land into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, watched as it dripped from her and dribbled down her thighs onto the exposed skin of her beautiful legs.

I watched as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slowly calmed her breathing.

She was horrified, yet extremely delighted, at what I had just done.

I had forced my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her throat again.

I had held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt in place while I had used her for my own selfish needs.

But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard before.

Tears were still streaming down her face, come sliding over her face, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   looked up at me.

Her eyes were wide with utmost incredibility she actually enjoyed practically.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

What a man at 61!

What a man at 61!

He couldn’t be 61.

He is really 28, as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl friends claim who fuck Durgesh, despite his protests and warnings to them.

He appeared 28 only ever, never 61.

We looked at each other for a long moment before I reached out one hand and stroked her hair.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   closed her eyes and pressed her head into my hand.

All was well between us.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed happily, as she saw me smile.

Teasingly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid the tip of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue out of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and tried to catch some of my Hindu come.

I chuckled as I watched.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt scooped some of my seed up on two of her fingers and held them to her daughter’s crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.

Opening her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked greedily.

Watching her eat my come so eagerly, I felt a stirring in my almost flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock.

I shook my head as I wondered what I had done to deserve such pleasure.

“Sorry darling.” Her eyes burned into my as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  just looked at me, her head on one side, her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue licking her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips, seeking more of my Hindu come.

“What for, Abbū’s best friend?”

“Hurting you darling.”

“I wanted it, Abbū’s best friend.” Her eyes told me Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  was speaking the truth.

Before I could reply, a sound from the bedroom I shared with her Ammījān caused us both to start.

We were mere feet from the door and if it was opened it would be impossible to explain away the fact that I was sitting with my Uncut Hindu Cock out of my jeans and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt between my thighs.

My come on her lips would be the icing on the cake.

Standing up, I pulled Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt to her feet,

“Come darling, I think you need a shower.”

Lifting her gently in my arms, I cradled her as I carried her back into her bedroom, kicking the door quietly closed behind us as I made for her en-suite.

Nestling into my broad Hindu chest, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   could feel my Hindu come on her skin.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  sighed contentedly, knowing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  was mine and that I would keep her safe always.

The warmth of my Hindu body relaxed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   as I carried her in my arms across her bedroom floor.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  licked her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  tasted my Hindu cum once more.

Just a few minutes ago I had held her head in place, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt struggled to get free, fucking her throat until I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out to come into her mouth.

For a few moments Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   had panicked; fear induced by my vice like grip on her head and by her inability to breathe.

But that fear had subsided when she looked up and saw my face.

In that moment I was not her Abbū’s best friend Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had grown up adoring, I was a Hindu man using a Sunni Musalmān woman.

A Hindu man who needed release.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me to have it.

When my Hindu Vīrý had splashed into her mouth it had startled her.

It was the first time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had ever watched and simultaneously experienced an Uncut Hindu Cock spasm and shoot come.

The feel of me, the pure force, as it hit into her mouth had surprised her.

It had also aroused her and now as I carried her to the shower Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel hot wet the material of her robe was.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become so aroused, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt had flooded and soaked her robe.

My forced use of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth had scared her and also aroused her.

As I had thrust into her throat Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  had ground her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hard onto her heel, feeling the hardness ease her need enough to allow her to concentrate just on my pleasure.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   blushed as she thought of a recurring fantasy Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had once had.

Being forced to submit to a Hindu.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had always been a “good extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl” and being forced to submit to a Hindu, took away her responsibility for whatever happened, even when she enjoyed it more than the Hindu himself.

Of course, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never been in such a situation.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  was too cautious and sensible for that; but the fantasy had always been there.

And tonight I had; albeit unknowingly; fulfilled that fantasy, at least in part.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nestled into my chest, her face pressed to me, my heartbeat in her ear.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed contentedly and rubbed her face against my chest. I chuckled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved,

“Feeling good, darling?”

Nodding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled happily.

I reached the door of her en-suite and pushed open the door to the small room.

Setting her carefully onto her feet in the middle of the room, I stepped back from her and smiled into her eyes.

“Are you sure you are ok, sweetie? I was pretty rough with you out there.” My voice cracked slightly as I recalled my selfish use of my pretty darling.

But as I was utmost experienced in such matters, I knew, most of the Musalmān Beauties loved utmost being used by their Hindu lover in such a way.

“Yes Abbū’s best friend!” Rising onto her tiptoes Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   kissed me softly on my Hindu lips, “I already told you that!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes, wanting me to understand that whatever I did was perfect with her.

Smiling down at her, seeing her sparkling eyes and soft lips, I couldn’t resist reaching out to brush a stray tendril of her honey blonde hair from her face.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so precious and I was so grateful for the gift Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had given me.

The gift of herself.

I felt tears of utmost gratitude flood my eyes, emotional that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was giving herself me so freely.
We just couldn’t stop fighting.

It was getting worse and when I had told Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt earlier that I should leave, I had meant it.

But I had also meant it when I asked her; in response to her frightened question of whether I meant it, how I could leave now.

I knew I could never leave Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

Looking to the side I lifted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s hairbrush and smiling at her teasingly said,

“Now young lady, turn around. Your hair is a mess!”

Giggling, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   obeyed and stood still while I started to run the brush through her slightly tangled mane.

I marveled at how soft it was, how it seems to sparkle and shine like spun gold in the light.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   felt the brush on her hair and sighed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let me take care of her.

It felt so good to have me brush her hair.

It felt so good to be so cared for.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  moaned softly, enjoying the tingles that ran from her scalp over her body as the brush worked out the small tangles and brushed her hair to a shine.

After a few moments, I felt a twinge in my Hindu crotch once more.

I shook my head as I mocked myself mentally,

“There is no chance bud” I thought to myself.

I swatted her right ass cheek gently with the back of the brush before setting it aside to put my hands on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s shoulders.

I gently started to massage her shoulders.

I knew that the position Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  had been in on the stairs had put pressure on her shoulders and neck and I wanted to ease it.

Gently my fingers worked out the knots that had built up in her muscles.

I felt her react to my touch, a slight jump as I found a tender spot, a slump when I worked it free.

Smiling, I worked gently, enjoying the sounds of her moans and mews.

I slid my hands down her spine, the silk of her robe slippery under my fingers.

I moved my hands around her waist, enjoying the feel of her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  stepped back against me.

Deftly I untied the loose knot holding the sash of her robe open and stepped back, chuckling as I heard her groan of protest, and eased the robe from her body.

Seeing her naked extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, I chuckled once more,

“No panties, my sweet one?”

My fingers slid up her stomach, pulling her tank top over her head.

I smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  obediently raised her arms, without speaking, to let me remove her clothes.

Resisting the temptation to cup her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  pressed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass into my throbbing Hindu crotch, I tutted at her softly and pushed her forward a step before running my hands down over her stomach.

I loved the way her soft skin felt so warm and smooth on my fingers.

I loved the feel of the little diamante belly stud as my thumb dragged over it.

I slid my hands around her waist and down over her extremely beautiful round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

My body reacted to the feel of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks cupped in my hands, tingles and shivers running over me and my Uncut Hindu Cock spasming in my jeans.

Shaking my head at my wishful thinking I ran my hands up the length of her spine and back to her shoulders and neck where I concentrated on making sure there were no tender spots or knots.

“I am going to massage you constantly, darling.”

Putting my mouth down to her ear I continued, “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

My Uncut Hindu Prick flicked over her earlobe and traced the outline of her ear as my fingers dug a little harder into her tight muscles.

I kissed her earlobe gently then blew on the moisture, teasing her and getting a little moan of need in response.

I chuckled lightly and moved my mouth from her ear.

Throwing her head back Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   let out a moan as my magic fingers worked out all the pressure in her shoulders and neck,

“Mmm, Abbū’s best friend, that feels so good.”

Her whole body was relaxing in response to the activity of my active Hindu fingers.

I smiled as I kissed the top of her head.

Finishing my massage, I ran my hands gently over her shoulders and back, down to her sweet ass.

I really couldn’t get enough of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s ass, I reflected.

I squeezed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass playfully and then took my hands away, only to lightly swat her right ass cheek.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   jumped and yelped in mock pain, turning to face me,

“That hurt!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pouted, batting her eyelashes at me.

I shook my head as I laughed at her antics.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  made me so very happy, in so many ways I thought.

“Right, missy!” I pretended to scold her, “You have been a very dirty extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl tonight and I think you need a good wash!”

I made to grab Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   and missed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt squealed with delight and darted out of reach to the other side of the bathroom.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood there naked, giggling, no trace of self-consciousness.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt no need to hide her nude body from me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me as my woman and knew I loved her too that way.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt enjoyed watching my eyes roam over her.

Looking stern, I moved across the room and captured her in my arms, lifting her from the floor.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kicked and struggled, playing with me as I carried her to the shower cubicle.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   giggled and protested as I dumped her unceremoniously into the shower.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I turned the water to cold, her eyes widening.

“You wouldn’t! Would you?” The certainty in her initial statement was waning with her question.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was answered with a sudden, shocking jet of water.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   screamed in protest, her skin dimpling and her nipples peaking instantly.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to move from the jets of cold water pounding down onto her body but she was held in place by me.

I chuckled as I watched her squirm and struggle; turned off the cold water with one hand as with the other I shucked off my shirt and jeans.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   standing shivering as she  watched me undress.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt shuddered with cold as I stepped into the cubicle beside her.

I turned the knobs controlling the water temperature and now warm water was flowing gently over her body.

I reached up to angle the showerhead so the water landed on her forehead, just on her hairline, as I tilted her head back and kissed her hard.

The kiss totally distracted her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt melted into my Hindu arms.

Both her arousal and the warm water were raising her body temperature.

The stream of water flowing onto her hairline made her shiver, sending tingles throughout her body.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was probing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, arousing her.

Slowly I broke the kiss and pulled away.

I smiled at her and lifted a large, natural sponge from the small bench.

I rubbed it over her belly, in small circular motions; the water soaking into the dry sponge making it soft as it was trailed over her stomach.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   closed her eyes and stood enjoying the sensations of the water tingling over her body, the way it hit her hairline was so relaxing and the movements of the sponge adding to the hedonism of the moment.

Moaning softly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt all tension melt from her, the shock of the cold water, just moment earlier, made this even more erotic and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me moving the sponge up over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“Darling, I am going to wash you, every inch of you.” My words were coming as I opened a bottle of body wash and holding it over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts dripped the contents onto her skin.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   opened her eyes to watch as the white, creamy liquid dripped slowly onto her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  watched it start to flow from the bottle, coating her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts; her nipples peeking through the slick covering.

I began slowly to move the sponge over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, the lotion lathering as I made circular movements.

The suds were slipping down her body with the flow of water.

As I moved the sponge over her body Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   mutely followed my directions; raising her arms one by one, then turning as I washed her back.

The sponge, nudging between her legs, drew a moan from her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me slide the sponge over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips and down the skin of her inner thighs.

Every moment was both pleasure and torture.

Every moment filled with the weight of our unspoken words, heavy with our joint desire.

Smiling gently at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as I carefully washed her beautiful, young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body I reached down and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.

The sponge held in one hand, still moving it over her body, I reached between her legs with my other hand.

I used two fingers to hold her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit open as I eased my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down between her folds.

I watched her eyes glaze over as I ran my tip over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.

I felt her body jerk in reaction to the stimulation of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I teased her swelling Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bud.

Smiling to myself as I enjoyed her instantaneous reaction to my touch I continued to circle her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty before moving to press my Uncut Hindu Penis hard onto it.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped as she started to come around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her legs buckled and I caught her in my strong Hindu arms, supporting her as the spasms of her orgasm weakened her.

Feeling her calm, I ran the sponge over her body once more, enjoying watching her reaction to the sponge.

Finally, I set the sponge aside and watched as the water flowed over her soapy body, rinsing her clean.

I smiled as I watched her blink as some water got into her eyes and I reached a thumb out to wipe the water from her eye.

Tenderly I turned her to face the wall, pulling her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nakedness against mine.

Wrapping my arms around her, I whimpered words of love and promise.

I reached for another bottle and poured some of the liquid onto my palm before carefully applying it to her long hair.

Lovingly I lathered the shampoo, washing her hair, my fingers slipping through it as I made sure to take care not to get any into her eyes.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   leant against my Hindu chest as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt enjoyed every second of this unique attention.

My chest felt so broad and strong against her back.

She didn’t want the moment ever to end.

Letting the water wash the suds from her hair I sighed as I felt her body pressed tight against mine.

I slid my hands onto her shoulders and down over her arms, loving our shape.

My hands caught hers and our fingers entwined as we stood leaning against each other in the stream of warm water.

Pulling away slowly from her again, I reached for the conditioner.

Filling my palm with the thick crème, I ran my fingers through her hair, pausing as I came to a tangle, feeling her tense as though afraid I would pull her hair.

Making soothing noises I worked the tangle out gently and ran my fingers through her hair again to ensure each strand was coated.

Once more, I held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt close as the water rinsed her hair of the lotion.

I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent as I allowed my hands blindly to move over her body.

Trying to ingrain every curve and plane of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān form into my mind, I smiled.

I struggled with my thoughts.

I knew that what we had shared was wrong in the eyes of traditional Musalmān society.

I knew that, according to them, I should never have known Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt this intimately by the rules of the culture the Musalmeen lived in.

But actually, it had felt so right, so natural.

And it was.

It did feel so right.

As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had said, it felt as though it was meant to be.

It felt as though it had always been destined.

I shook my head as I laughed at This notion.

I had never believed in destiny.

But, yet, This felt so good.

Surely, something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.

I sighed.

I knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   had meant it when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt said ‘Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  is yours, Durgesh, forever.’

I knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt would not end This.

I knew that if it were to end it would be up to me to do so.

And I could never do it.

I was a Hindu.

My fingers bit into her waist.

I couldn’t do that to her.

I could never hurt her that way.

I couldn’t hurt my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl so badly.

I also acknowledged that my self-control wasn’t strong enough to be able to resist her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female charms.

Neither I wanted it to be ever.

Not now, I had tasted us; not now, I had tasted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

For better or worse, now we had started this, it would continue till we both exist.

Smiling gravely to myself, I acknowledged my Hindu decision.

One of the hardest I had ever had to contemplate and one I was entirely sure was right.

My body, my heart, my soul told me it was right, that this love was right.

It was right for me and right for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

Hugging her hard I leant down and whimpered in her ear that it was the time to get out of the shower.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   looked at me over her shoulder, pulling a face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt protested my decision.

Chuckling at her expression, I flicked her nose gently with a finger, and attacked her without any ultimatum.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out of sheer sexual bliss as I made her my nude mare on her all fours, under the running shower, rode her from her behind, and entered her eagerly anticipating warm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

My hardest Uncut Hindu Lund invaded Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot in one single thrust.

She pushed back her nude round Sunni Musalmān ass into my nude Hindu lap and kissed me madly.

“Allah! Allaaaaah, my darling, Durgesh, that’s greeeeeeeeeeeat. Fuck me. Fuccccccccccccccccccck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please! Make this love session as loooooong as we exist.”

I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund till only its head remained into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, and than invaded her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot again with such a brutal Hindu force she never experienced before.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed,

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now constantly smashing and invading Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot on her on request under the running shower.

She was kissing me madly.

She was urging me to fuck her harder more and more, deepest.

Chapter 28

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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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

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  gave my Uncut Hindu Cock two more long loving sucks then pulled her head off my shaft.

She looked up into my eyes,

“Abbū’s best friend, I really will do anything to make you smile again.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched me nod slowly as I looked at her,

“Yes baby, I believe you will…..”

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew that she was forever my… heart, soul and especially body.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   pulled her knees up to her chest as she lay in her bed thinking about what had just happened with me.

Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked her rose pink lips and then softly sucked on the tip of her own tongue.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could still feel my hard Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth; still taste the hot Hindu come I had shot into her mouth and throat.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt hugged her knees hard to herself, smiling as her eyes slowly floated closed and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thought about sucking on my Hindu erection.

Her nipples peaked, becoming long and hard as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt remembered how amazing it had felt to have me hold her head hard in my hands onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her body reacted to the memory just as it had reacted when I gave her my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  wasn’t entirely sure what she thought about what had happened with her but she knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted it again.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted so much to taste my Uncut Hindu Cock and to bury it in her throat, to look up and see the look of pleasure on my face as my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl sucked me to orgasm.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt also knew she wanted more.

Sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t going to be enough for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew that for certain.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had always been my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl and This step felt so right, so natural.

It felt to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   as though it had always been destined.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   wasn’t going to fight her destiny.

Not when it came to making me happy.

She was indebted to me that I accepted her Ammījān Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt even when she was so against me ostensibly.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   slowly drew her legs down so that she was laying flat on her back in her bed.

The bedside light was glowing dimly and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled softly to herself as she looked around her bedroom.

The bedroom Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had slept in since Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was born.

It was painted a soft pink and the comforter and other fabrics were lilac and pink.

It was a very beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girly room and despite her age, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   liked it just the way it was.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had thought of repainting it in the days after Qāsim’s passing but it was such a comforting room.

And comfort was something Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  craved then, and now.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   heard the sounds of me moving around downstairs and smiled again as she recalled how once I had come hard in her mouth I had pulled her from her knees to my lap and had stroked her cheek and kissed her mouth tenderly.

How I had looked into her eyes, seeking the truth from her soul, as I asked her how Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt about what had just happened.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled again as she remembered looking into her precious Abbū’s best friend’s eyes and telling me it was the most wonderful thing ever to happen to her.

I had kissed her once more and gently risen from my chair with her in my arms.

I had set her carefully on her feet and told her that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  should go to bed, that they would talk about it in the morning, how I needed her to know I loved her above all else and how I would never hurt her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had smiled into my deep, dark eyes and nodded as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt told me she knew that already.

Then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had turned and walked up the stairs, aware that my eyes were burning into her soft Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh as I watched her every move.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had resisted her urge to turn around and run to me begging for more as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew I needed to be alone to think.

As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt listened to the familiar sounds of me closing up the house for the evening, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt became aware of a tingling heat between her legs.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  bit her plump bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes wide, and then slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  let one hand move down her body.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt cupped her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy through the material of her pink short pyjamas for a moment, feeling the heat of her desire and need.

Then, quickly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  thrust her hands inside the leg of her shorts and using two fingers held her wet slit open to expose her throbbing, swollen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s middle finger made a soft pass over the nub and an involuntary gasp was pulled from her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s sexual experiences prior to this evening had been limited to quick fumbles in the front seat of cars, in dark corners of clubs and other places.

Fumbles which had always ended with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   flushing with embarrassment and pushing her date from her.

All of which had earned her the reputation of a “good extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl”.

Similarly, with self-experimentation Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   had fumbled for a few moments before an overwhelming sense of shame overtook her ending the experiment.

But tonight, tonight Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   felt no shame.

Instead, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the need to explore her body and to discover what these feelings and needs, I had awoken in her, were all about.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   flicked her finger over her swollen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty again, her eyes closing in reaction and her nipples tightening as her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty spasmed gently.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   paused for a moment, contemplating the way she was feeling, before her finger began to flick over the throbbing nub faster and faster.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her breathing become more ragged as her mind filled with the thoughts of how amazing my Uncut Hindu Cock was.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  sighed as her fingernail dragged over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty causing her body to twinge and jerk gently.

The image of my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock was all Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   could think of.

The warm, musky smell as it sprang free from my pants, the softness of the skin on my Uncut Hindu Cockhead against her eager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and the strength of its length and girth as I pushed it into her mouth and held her in place.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s finger was moving faster and faster.

Slipping and sliding over the wet folds of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit.

Then dragging over her excited Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty, the nail of her middle finger driving her wild with desire as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  thought of the feel of my long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and in her mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was panting now, her body so heated from her touches that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flung the comforter from her body.

The cool air caused her skin to pimple even as her finger caused her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty and nipples to harder and grow longer.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as her hips began to move gently and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the moisture from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy soak her shorts and pale-skinned inner thighs.

Her other hand moved to one of her nipples and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  plucked it hard through her pyjama top.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was completely aroused and all Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was aware of was the movements of her fingers and the thoughts of me that filled her head.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  moaned again, slightly louder This time and used her finger nail to torment her swollen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty faster and faster.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her heart pounding harder and she involuntarily held her breath as her body started to spasm and buck.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gushed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came and her fingers worked faster as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her.

Her head thrashed from side to side and a loud scream was torn from her as her body was overtaken.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was coming and coming hard as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fingered herself thinking of, what we had shared, and me.

Suddenly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   was disturbed by the sound of a loud groan.

Her eyes jerked open as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her fingers away from herself as though she was being burnt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leapt to a sitting position and reached out to grab the comforter to herself all within an instant.

I was standing in the doorway, my features shadowed by the dim light and my frame silhouetted by the light from the hallway.***

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart was pounding, almost as though it would leap from her chest and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was panting both from shock and from the arousal of her actions mere moments ago.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,” croaked me, “My sweet Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt!” I moved slowly towards her, my breathing almost as ragged as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s.

“A…A….Abbū’s best friend…. I am sorry!! I was just…. I was just..” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt paused as words failed her.

How could Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt explain to me that she had been playing with herself as she thought longingly of me?

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,” my words were coming in a soft, almost broken voice, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, I need you”. The admission seeming to cost me more than I could cope with.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leapt from her bed and ran across the room to me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flung her arms around her precious Abbū’s best friend and clung to me, pressing her body tightly to mine.

Her eyes filled with tears as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my body shaking,

“Abbū’s best friend, I need you too, I really need you Abbū’s best friend. And I want you so much—sooo much more.”

I gently grasped her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face in my large, handsome, Hindu hands and looked deeply into her eyes, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, are you sure?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded mutely and in response heard me groan once more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled up into my eyes, loving the way I towered over her and then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gently pressed me towards a rocking chair in the corner.

My face was full of anguish as I sat and looked up at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled gently and leant down to press her soft lips to mine.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kissed me gently and felt me respond to her kiss.

My hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to me.

My tongue slid into her mouth and I kissed her harder.

My lips claiming hers as mine.

After a long moment, I broke the kiss and smiled at my sweet Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

She stood before me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled back into my eyes, wanting me to understand how much she adored me.

She looked at me for the longest moment before taking two steps back from me.

My eyes widened as I misunderstood her movements causing her to step back closer and to lean down and whisper in my ear, “Abbū’s best friend, it is ok, please stay there, please.”

I nodded as I watched her step back from me once more.

This time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   took three steps and then stood still in front of me.

Her eyes were locked on mine and a soft smile played on her rose tinted lips as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  slipped the tip of her tongue out long enough to moisten them.

I watched as my precious darling smiled at me, as the tip of her tongue flicked over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips causing them to shine in the dim light and as her eyes burned into mine.

My breathing was calm now, but my heart was pounding and my Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and straining at the material of my pants.

I wanted now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt so much; I wanted to bury my swollen, straining Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside her sweet, wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān folds.

I wanted to claim every part of her body as mine and mine alone.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled softly as she moved her hands to the top button of her pyjama top and slowly, slowly started to unbutton it.

My eyes widened and my heart pounded faster as I realized her intent.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, My Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, was about to strip for me.

I was going to see every inch of my beautiful darling exposed to me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in my pants and I had to shift in the chair to ease the pain of the pressure.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s fingers were shaking but Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had no problems in unbuttoning her pyjama top.

Once Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had opened the last one, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let her hands fall to her sides as the edges of the material hung open just an inch exposing the middle of her chest and belly to me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt counted to ten silently then smiled and turned away from me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached up and eased the pyjama top from her shoulders, aware that the dim light of the bedside lamp would light her skin, causing it almost to glow as I watched her slide her pyjama top off.

Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let the top fall from her body and land at her feet.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood for a moment letting me see her back.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wrapped her arms around her breasts, shy suddenly at the idea of being so exposed to me.

Shy of me.

Worried that I would not find her pretty.

As the top slipped from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, exposing her naked back, I felt my breathing stop.

My heart stopped also as I marveled at the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beauty of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s back.

The glow of her skin, the outline of her shoulder blades, the outline of her spine.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was simply breathtaking. And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was now mine.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   closed her eyes and taking a deep breath turned to face me.

Her eyes tightly closed and her head hanging so she didn’t have to see my face.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  was afraid of what she  would see there.

Her breathing becoming ragged, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood before me, my eyes roving over her.

I saw the top of her head, her hair hanging in a luxurious curtain to hide her face.

My eyes roved hungrily over her flat belly, I smiled to myself as I realized Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had a small pink diamante belly ring.

There were things about my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl, it seemed, I didn’t know.

My eyes burned every inch of her into my memory and I looked at the way her arms were hugging her breasts, covering herself from me,

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,” my voice was low and deep, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, move your arms, darling.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt responded after a pause only the length of a heartbeat and her obedience moved me almost as much as the sight of her breasts.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   was curved in all the right places with a small waist and grand round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

That much I had known from seeing her running around in shorts and tight tee shirts but the sight of her naked breasts was enough to take away my breath.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt truly was breathtaking.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  was mine.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   kept her head down as she moved her arms.

Tears filled her eyes as I silently looked at her high, round breasts.

Her breathing was labored and her breasts were rising and falling with each breath.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was overcome with shyness and needed my reassurance that all was well.

Seconds later Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard me speak,

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  …. You are breathtaking, my darling.” and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  raised her face to me, a brilliant smile lighting up the room as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  basked in my praise.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes as she pressed her breasts forward, aware of how her nipples were hard until my scrutiny.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt eased her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and made to push them down as I watched,

“No Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt! Turn around.” I spoke as I tried to prolong this wonderful moment.

Obediently and instantly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   turned and eased down the shorts, revealing her round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass to me.

I sighed as I saw how very pale every inch of her skin was, as my Uncut Hindu Cock jerked in reaction to her body and as I knew that I was once more being rewarded by her Allah Tabāruk Tålā and my Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā.

Rewarded to love and fuck my precious darling always.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   let the shorts fall to the ground and stood with them pooled around her ankles.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her heart pounding and the moisture from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy oozed down her already soaked inner thighs.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood for what seemed like an eternity before slowly turning to face me.

Knowing that if I was not already aware of her arousal I would now know as the scent from her needy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was filling the room and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips were slick with her wetness and puffy with desire.

She looked at me as I looked at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see the desire and need darken my eyes as I looked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s most intimate area.

I could hardly believe what was happening.

I was sitting in Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s bedroom, watching my precious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl strip in front of me.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t just taking off her clothes, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was teasing, exposing herself to me and for me.

My eyes locked onto her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as I saw how neatly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt trimmed the hair on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.

Lips that I wanted to plunge my Uncut Hindu Prick between, just as I had plunged my Uncut Hindu Prick into her soft mouth just moments earlier.

Feeling suddenly brazen Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved her legs, parting them, letting my eyes move in between her legs and see the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wetness flowing from her honey Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she looked at my Hindu crotch and recognized the shape of my Hindu erection straining for release.

The room was filled with the scent of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and the silence of our unspoken words of need.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   parted her legs a little more and reached down a hand to open her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit and expose her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.

This movement pulled a groan from me that was followed by another as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   flicked her nail over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty causing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to gush down her legs.

I rose from the chair and in one step had her enveloped in my Hindu arms.

Her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were crushed to my strong Hindu chest as I held her tightly.

My Uncut Hindu Cock pushing against her, letting her know my Hindu reaction to her.

One of my hands ran gently up and down her spine before cupping her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, one finger slipping between her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks causing us both to moan.

I lifted her into the air and her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as I kissed her deeply.

My Uncut Hindu Prick slid into her mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  sucked hungrily on it as I carried her to her bed.

I pulled my head away before looking deeply into her shining eyes once more and asking, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, are you sure that you want me into your most private parts?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded once more.

I dropped her onto her bed.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  lay on her back with her legs spread open wide, inviting me between them.

Open wide for her Abbū’s best friend.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   took a deep breath, as she lay splayed on her bed looking up at me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see the need in my eyes, could feel the tension in the air and the shivering of her own arousal.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay still on the pink and lilac comforter of her childhood bed, watching me.

Seeing how each breath caused my chest to rise and fall, how a smile played over my lips as my eyes roamed over her nakedness.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  felt a tightening of her muscles, felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy spasm with need causing juices to spill from her opening.

I stood for what seemed to be the longest time looking down at her, admiring the way her honey blonde hair fanned out around her head, how her big blue eyes looked up at me with such obvious adoration, how her rose pink lips matched perfectly the color of her swollen nipples.

I was in awe of her, of the moment, a moment I had secretly longed for.

My eyes moved from her face to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts then over her stomach, smiling once more as I noted the pink belly stud, down to her neatly trimmed Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

My eyes closed for a moment as I felt my balls tighten, felt my Uncut Hindu Cock leap and strain against the material of my jeans.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

Opening my eyes, I looked back up to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s eyes and smiled softly to her.

I took a step back from the edge of the bed, all the time my eyes fixed on her sweet face as I moved my hands to the button on my jeans,

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, once again let me ask you, are you sure?”

Mutely Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded.

I laughed happily then eased the button open and slid the zipper down.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s eyes were fixed on my hands.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I unzipped my jeans and in one swift movement slid the jeans and my shorts to the floor.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped as she  saw my Uncut Hindu Cock spring free.

Her eyes widened as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  saw my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock for the second time that night.

I pulled my shirt over my head without wasting time to unbutton it.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled as she saw me naked for the first time.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as she saw my Uncut Hindu Cock bobbing as it lengthened.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   watched as I stepped from the discarded clothes and moved back to the edge of the bed.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was spasming and contracting.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt juice was liberally flowing as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her body react to the sight of my Hindu arousal.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was moaning softly, her nipples aching for my Hindu touch and involuntarily her hips began to move rhythmically.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s mind was whirring.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was mesmerized by the sight of my Hindu erection.

It seemed impossible to her that it would ever fit inside her body.

Just that thought made her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clench.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me inside her so much.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took a deep, shuddering breath as she felt the mattress move beneath her as I put one knee onto the bed.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes to try to get some control.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted to remember every moment of this.

She didn’t know to her pleasant surprise that this all was being filmed entirely.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I knelt on the bed and placed my hands on either side of her waist.

My head was over her stomach as I looked into her eyes.

“Oh!” My exclamation made Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   jump and she looked quizzically at me as I looked downwards to her stomach.

“What is it Abbū’s best friend? What is wrong?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was anxious, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt worried about the cause of my exclamation.

“What is THIS?” My voice was stern and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart clenched as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the censure in my voice.

“What Abbū’s best friend? What do you mean?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt tears flood her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening.

“This!” My finger flicked the pink stud piercing her belly button.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   felt a single tear slip down the side of her face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt realized that I was angry about her piercing.

Her voice small, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt answered my question,

“I’m sorry Abbū’s best friend… it’s just a stud… I can take it out?” the last an offer, a plea that I forgive her.

My heart melted, instantly regretting my joke at seeing how distressed my precious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had become.

I moved and gathered her into my arms, pulling her close to me.

Her head nestled against my chest as I stroked her long hair making soothing noises before speaking gently.

My lips brushed her ear as I assured that I was joking, that he liked the stud.

I felt her body shake as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fought to stem the tears that were falling from her blue eyes.

I felt my heart clench as I berated myself for causing her such distress when all I wanted was to cause her pleasure.

I knew I would do anything to make her smile, just as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had told me earlier in the evening she would do anything to make me smile.

I rocked her gently in my arms, one hand stroking her hair and the other her back as I soothed her.

All I could think of at that moment was making Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt happy again.

I forgot all about her nakedness and my erection slowly faded.

For several moments, we lay together on her bed, the dim lamplight causing shadows on the walls.

I was comforting Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

Gradually I felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   calm.

The regret for my words and actions haunted me as I felt her nestle her head closer to me, until her head was tucked under my chin.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   felt my pulse against her cheek and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed happily, as she cuddled into my strong, broad Hindu chest.

The sounds I was making made her feel safe and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  pressed her body tightly against mine, wanting to be as close to me as possible.

I felt her moving against me and my softening Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in response to her.

I took a deep breath as I tried to fight my renewed arousal, but the feel of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s soft skin against me was too much for me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   squirmed against me and felt her heartbeat grow faster.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her hardening nipples against my chest and smiled to herself as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock twitch and swell against her leg.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my body stiffen as I fought my arousal.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   pressed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to my leg, wanting me to feel how wet she herself was for me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me try to pull my leg away, felt me shift my body slightly.

Wantonly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt parted her legs and moved to encircle one of my thighs between her legs as she thrust her hips forward.

Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  began to pump her hips, her wet slit parting on my skin, her opening spasming as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  became more and more aroused.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt gushed as she pressed hard against my thigh and I felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt juice soak my skin.

Letting out a groan I pushed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   away from me, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clenching in protest as the cool air replaced my hot skin.

In one swift movement, I was on my hands and knees over her body.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   smiled up into my eyes as I let out another groan before dipping my head to claim her mouth.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   snaked her arms around my back.

Her hands clasping at my skin as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to pull me down onto her body.

My Uncut Hindu Prick plunged deep into her mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  moaned her need as she suckled gently on it before I ripped it from her mouth and fastened my mouth over her right nipple.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   let out a small scream of pleasure as she felt my mouth hot and wet on her nipple.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  had never experienced anything like This and the sensations flooding her body as my lips, Uncut Hindu Prick and teeth played with her swollen, tender nipple were almost too much to bear.

Each time I gently bit her nipple Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  screamed out and felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasm and gush.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   was so wet that the comforter beneath her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass was soaked with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal juices.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Abbū’s best friend bit and sucked and licked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s nipple, marvelling in my mind at her reactions.

I took pleasure in her lack of restraint, how Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was not afraid to show her enjoyment.

Her moans and movements drove me to bite just a little harder and I noted how the harder I bit the more Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt seemed to enjoy it.

I longed to touch her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, wanted to lick her there, wanted to penis her slick folds, wanted to impale her with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I wanted to be savage, wanted to take her rough and hard.

But I couldn’t.

Not the first time.

I resolved that the next time I be with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt I was going to show her just how pleasurable Hindu rough sex could be.

I could hear Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s moans, could smell her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and could feel her nipple in my mouth and her body writhing beneath me.

For just a moment, I paused, marveling that just two hours ago, this was something I might have dreamt of but never really thought would happen.

I remembered how just two hours ago my precious darling had come to me and taken my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth and sucked me until I exploded.

I thought back to just a few minutes ago when extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had stripped for me after I accidentally witnessed her bring herself to orgasm.

And now, now, I was seconds from sliding my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her hot, sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān box.

The very thought of fucking Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was enough to tighten my balls and bring me to the edge of orgasm.

I fought myself, determined to take time, determined to pleasure Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, to bring her to orgasm before allowing my own release.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt   groaned loudly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me remove my mouth from her nipple.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled hard on my back, trying to bring me down to her nipple again, but my superior Hindu strength won out and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me slip from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān embrace.

For a moment Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  lay shuddering and then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  leapt with a scream as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt  felt my Uncut Hindu Prick sliding up her wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān folds.

My Uncut Hindu Prick buried between her soaked thighs as he fucked Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

My Uncut Hindu Prick slid up and down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit three times before the tip of my Uncut Hindu Prick teased and tickled her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.

The little nub went on swelling and growing as I teased and fucked her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pushed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy upwards, towards my Uncut Hindu Penis, moaning as my Uncut Hindu Prick worked its way down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit once more towards her opening.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so aroused, so excited that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was almost out of her mind.

The pleasure I was giving her was driving her crazy.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was flowing steadily as I circled her sweet 19 years old, young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole with the tip of my extremely experienced, 61 years old, Uncut Hindu Prick.

Chapter 27

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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