Ahal-Al Bayt-24

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

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam

Twice we almost lost our balance as she pressed my face against her chest and she clung to my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was losing patience.

She put both hands on the waistband of my shorts and pushed us down to free my raging Uncut Hindu Cock.

She could only reach a little way and the shorts clung to my legs just below my ass.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, however, now had free access to the Uncut Hindu Cock she loved so much and wrapped her fingers tightly around it.

“Please. Fuck me, Durgesh darling. I want you in me, again and again forever.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

I backed away from the breasts I was kissing and allowed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam to lower my shorts while I pulled off my shirt.

This time it was Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s turn to stare at my Hindu male body, particularly the long, hard shaft of My Uncut Hindu Cock.

It pointed upward at a ninety-degree angle, demanding for attention.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam touched it again.

“Turn around, honey,” I told her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam smiled up at me and did as she was told.

“Take off your shorts.”

I watched as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam gracefully pulled down her biking shorts and stepped out of them.

Her beautiful, round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass was pale compared to her well-tanned legs and back.

When Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam stood back up, I stepped forward and traced around her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass with my fingers.

Then put it in my hands and squeezed gently.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam moaned when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the stiffness of my Uncut Hindu Cock press against first one cheek, then the other.

She took in a deep breath as I rested my Uncut Hindu Cock in the crack between her asscheeks, letting the tip rub against her back.

“Lean against that tree,” I said, nudging Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam toward a large tree in front of her.

The girl gladly took a couple steps forward, and then leaned the rest of the way with her palms ending up flat against the rough bark a few inches above her head.

“Spread your legs, honey.”

My hands were on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hips, pulling her toward me as she put her legs a little more than shoulder width apart.

She arched her back to lean against the tree and still thrust her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass back to me.

She could feel the moisture building around her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her desire to be fucked by me was soon to be fulfilled once again, this time in a manner she’d never experienced before.

But she trusted me completely, nevertheless.

I was not even shaking by the time I positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina.

The sight of her smooth ass ready to cushion my thrusts into her, nearly made me ram my Uncut Hindu Cock into her uncontrollably.

But I maintained enough self-control, to push smoothly and gently in, the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock, then half of it.

“Allah. Durgesh darling. Yes,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam sighed.

Soon, my legs met her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and I was completely inside her.

My balls fell against Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s skin and I stood still, appreciating the wonderful feeling of being engulfed by her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Please fuck me. Hard, Durgesh darling. Fuck me hard.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s fingers dug into the bark of the tree as I began to do just that.

The sound of our fucking could be heard echoing in the trees around us.

Sweat began to drip off My face and onto Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s back.

Neither of us wanted to cum too quickly.

The feeling was beyond our expectations of how good sex could be.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt as if the Uncut Hindu Cock extended halfway up her body.

I never had a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt grip me as tightly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s did, despite an abundance of juices from within her.

When I placed my hands on her breasts, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam reached between her legs and began to play with her engorged ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

She moaned with nearly each plunge of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, leaning against the tree with one hand and manipulating her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit with the other.

I squeezed her breasts roughly before concentrating on her erect nipples.

I was learning that each tweak of the nipples brought a tighter closing of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt around my Uncut Hindu Cock until it couldn’t be squeezed any tighter.

“That’s it, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam,” I said. “Cum for me. I want to hear you cum.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wasn’t sure that she wasn’t about to scream at the top of her lungs.

This was the best sex she had ever had and was on the verge of her most intense orgasm.

All her wishes to prolong it were being shattered by my hands on her breasts.

“I’m cumming, I. I’m cumming.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam rubbed her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit wildly and listened to the sound of my legs smacking against her thighs and ass.

It was almost as if I were spanking her.

And she loved it.

“Allah. Oh…Durgesh darling. Yes. I’m cumming.”

The young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman placed both hands firmly on the tree and cried out.

The next few seconds were lost as she began to cum.

I grabbed her by the hips once more and frantically thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock into her over and over.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam screamed with joy as her orgasm built and climaxed, only to repeat the process again and again.

Her legs nearly crumbled beneath her as all her strength was put into completing another orgasm.

A tear dripped down her cheek as she finished her last orgasm.

Then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam heard me make a grunting noise behind her that instantly brought her back to reality.

She squeezed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as tight as she could and absorbed the most vicious of my many hard Hindu thrusts into her.

That’s when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the first gush of my warm Hindu cum flow into her.

“Ohhh….Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam,” I gasped.

Another spurt of my Hindu cum entered Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt each time I slammed into her.

She spread her legs farther apart and tried to accept even more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, which was impossible.

Our bodies would not allow me to go any deeper than I already was.

Cum seeped out of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and dripped slowly down the inside of her thigh.

Still, I continued to fill her.

After the last of my Hindu Vīrý had flowed from my balls through my Uncut Hindu Cock, it remained hard.

I kept it inside Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam to enjoy the sensation of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt gripping my Uncut Hindu shaft.

Finally, I pulled out.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam nearly collapsed against the tree, totally spent.

She turned to face me and we kissed, My semi-rigid Uncut Hindu Cock crushed between our bodies.

“That was wonderful, Durgesh.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam whimpered. “Thank you.”

“You are wonderful,” I answered. “And you pick out wonderful spots. I hope you’ll be keeping your eyes open.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam laughed and assured me she would as we began to dress.

Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ents later, we were back on the main tour amid the other three thousand riders.

In fact, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam did keep her eyes open and twice more during the week the pair of us split from the rest of the cyclists and fucked, once behind an abandoned barn and once next to a small stream in the woods.

Each one felt more relaxed and natural than the one preceding it.

At night, in the relative privacy of our tent, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam grew fond of taking my Uncut Hindu Prick in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and swallowing the loads of my Hindu cum I unloaded into her mouth.

All in all, she was very glad I asked her along on the ride.

Neither one said anything, but both of us thought about what would happen when we got back home.

Certainly, we didn’t want it to end.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was afraid of getting caught by her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān, but I could have eased some of her fears.

I suspected that if I presented the facts to her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān in the correct way, even her tremendously dazzling Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān, would accept her daughter’s sexual relationship with me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s parents, like most parents, lived a life their kids actually knew little about.

Their sex lives were private from their kids and even her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān, and I had desires and fantasies just like everyone else.

Sarvar-e-Åālam and his extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam, used to talk about swapping with couples they socialized with, but never had the nerve to follow through on it.

Often, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam would tell I to make believe she was the wife of another man when they made love.

Or they would mutually masturbate and watch each other, talking about how exciting it would be if other couples were with them.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, of course, knew nothing of these things and dared not imagine them.

She agreed to let me talk to her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān.

Whatever happened, I promised, would not affect us.

Two days after we got home from the bike ride Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam still had not talked to me about our future.

She was going to give it another couple days when her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān sat next to her on the couch in the evening while we watched TV.

I had gone to bed.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, honey,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam began. “Durgesh and I talked yesterday about the bike ride. It sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I loved it.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam couldn’t tell from the sound of her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s voice or the look on her face how to interpret what she said. “I’d like to go again.”

“That’s great, dear. It’s good to see you and Durgesh do things we do together.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam bit her crimson, ravenous, extremely beautiful, quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lip. “It was fun.”

They stared at the TV for what seemed an eternity.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, Durgesh told me. I know what you did,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

Her daughter looked at her. “Told you what?”

Durgesh told me about you and him. The sex.”

The younger Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman was shaking, nearly in tears.

“It just happened. I…I…”

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam put her hand on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s leg.

“It’s OK Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. It’s OK.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam reached out for her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān and hugged her, finally breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam held her firmly.

“Honey, everything’s fine. I understand. OK?” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s hand stroke her hair, pulling her head closer.

“How can you understand?”

“Because I love both of you and I want both of you to be happy,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam said. “I know that might be hard to realize, but it’s the way I feel.”

“It was so…it felt so natural,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam sobbed.

“I know, honey. I know.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the relief fill her body from the simple fact Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam didn’t have to hide the relationship and more.

Having her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān react the way Kħadījah  Sarvar-e-Åālam did was just a bonus.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam allowed herself the opportunity to think for a Moment about future encounters with me and how great they would be.

She pulled her head away from her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s shoulder long enough to wipe her eyes and brush the hair away from her face.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked at the long jersey pulled between her daughter’s legs and the nipples pressed against the fabric.

She completely understood my attraction.

“C’mon, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. Let’s go upstairs.” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam reached for her daughter’s hand.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam let her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān pull her off the couch, surprised by the invitation.

They walked side-by-side, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam the taller and thinner of the two.

But for a forty one year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman, her body did not embarrass Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

She was well proportioned with breasts that rivaled her daughter’s and legs that rose to a big ass and curvaceous hips.

Genes were a wonderful thing sometimes.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was afraid to ask where they were headed or what they were doing.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt lucky getting through the “admission” stage of the affair.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam would just let things flow for a while.

At the top of the stairs, they headed for the parents’ bedroom, not Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam gently nudged the door open.

She and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam entered.

I was in bed with a single light on.

The covers were pulled up to my waist, above which I was naked.

I smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, looking at her legs below the jersey.

“My two favorite women. I’m very lucky,” I said.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam stepped behind Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and grabbed the bottom of the jersey.

Before Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had a chance to react, the shirt was being pulled over her head.

I looked quickly at the small pair of panties she wore before letting my eyes move up to her breasts.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt a pair of hands on the panties just before they were pulled down her legs and over her feet onto the floor.

She saw her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān stand to the side.

The young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman didn’t know who she was on display for—her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān or me.

She could almost feel both pair of eyes drilling through her body.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam?” I finally smiled.

“She’s my daughter,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam replied.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam blushed, her legs stretched awkwardly in front of each other as she accepted the compliment.

In the dim light of the bedroom, I swung the covers off my legs, revealing my nakedness and hardening Hindu erection.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam would always have the effect on me.

The daughter looked over at her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān, who was pulling her nightgown over her head.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had not looked at her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān in sexual terms before, but now, in the setting, she, too, was a beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam watched Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam pull off her panties.

At first all she could think of was,

“This is the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman I share Durgesh with.”

There was jealousy.

Then there was love.

“Want to show Durgesh how much we love him?” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam asked.

“Let’s go,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said with a vivacious brave smile.

The two extremely striking Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women walked to the bed where I now lay with a full Hindu hard on.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam climbed on the bed and crossed over my legs to my left side.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam sat on the edge of the bed opposite her.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam was the first to reach for my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, touching it lightly with her delicate Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hand.

She looked over at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, as if to say,

“It’s OK.”

The daughter, too, touched the Uncut Hindu Cock and their fingers intertwined.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam didn’t know if her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān used oral sex on me, but that wasn’t going to stop Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam from doing what she liked.

To Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s surprise, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam leaned forward in unison with her and their extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouths converged on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

They each took a side and began long, slow licking motions up the length of the shaft.

At the tip, their lips met and nearly formed a kiss with the Uncut Hindu Cock in the middle.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam could feel the juices already beginning to flow in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as she and her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam, continued servicing me.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam licked her Hindu lover’s balls when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam took the Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.

I laid my head on the pillow and shut my eyes, concentrating on the incredible feel of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mouth wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Cock and her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s tongue working on my balls.

My erection almost ached.

I knew that when I came, it would be long and hard.

Both enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women returned to licking the Uncut Hindu Cock, enjoying the sensation of their tongues sliding across each other at points along the rigid Hindu shaft.

Eventually, the first drop of precum oozed out of the Uncut Hindu Cock’s tip.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam quickly lapped it up.

Oral sex was not her method of choice, but she was beginning to appreciate it more and more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s enthusiasm was catching.

And Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam couldn’t ever remember seeing her Hindu lover as hard as I was now.

At some point in the next couple of minutes, it became obvious that I was going to cum while the two tremendously smart Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock.

There wasn’t going to be any intercourse this time.

Yet, nobody complained.

All I wanted now to do was cum and all the enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women wanted to do was make me cum.

There wasn’t much room on my Uncut Hindu Cock for both awfully attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women’s hands and their mouths.

So in the end Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam held me by the base of the Uncut Hindu Cock while she and her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam, licked me.

I warned them of my imminent Hindu orgasm, but the force of it caught both enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women by surprise.

Following a prolonged groan by me and furious pumping of my Uncut Hindu Cock by Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hand, a steady white stream of my Hindu cum flew upwards and into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mouth.

It filled her throat as she and Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam watched a second and third stream pour from my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam attempted to lick her Hindu lover, but only managed to get her open mouth filled in more of My Hindu Vīrý.

I came half a dozen times, resulting in a pool of cum in the mouths of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam herself.

She used it as lubricant to force a couple more spurts out of me.

By the time I was done, both enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women had drops of my Hindu cum on their breasts and considerably more on their faces.

I was too exhausted to enjoy the sight.

I had cum hard on the bike ride with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, but nothing like it.

The enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women were laughing at each other and trying to decide who had more in her mouth as My Uncut Hindu Cock became limp.

“I’ll get a towel,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam volunteered, starting to get off the bed.

“No, wait,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said. “I might have a better idea. Don’t you think we both need showers?”

“Well, yes. But…” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

“But wouldn’t it be fun to shower together?”

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked at her daughter.

She wasn’t prepared for it.

Once she determined Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was serious, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam gave it some thought.

“Well, I guess I could use one,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

“And I guess I could use one,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said, swiping my Hindu cum from one of her breasts.

“Who wants to go first?” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam asked.

“Oh, Ammījān.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam whined like an eight year old and took her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s hand, “Come on.”

The two enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women walked into the master bathroom, within easy sight of me.

I watched their matching pair of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān asses the whole time.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water, testing it a few seconds later with her arm.

The shower had a glass wall opposite the showerhead, in addition to the glass door.

That allowed me to lean against the sink and watch her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān step into the shower with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, closing the door behind her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had already stepped under the water and let it run over her hair and down her body.

She turned to face her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān and backed up a step.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam held out both hands and pulled her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān under the water.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam held her head back and let the water flow over her, pulling her hair back with both hands.

The enormously attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women stood close enough that their bodies touched, the bottom of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s breasts lightly brushing against the top of her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s.

They looked at each other one time and hugged tightly.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam sensed she was going to have to lead.

How far should she go?

She knew she was horny beyond words after playing with My Uncut Hindu Cock.

But what about her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān?

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam watched as her daughter ran her hands over Kħadījah  Sarvar-e-Åālam’s neck and shoulders, down to her breasts.

She closed her eyes at the wonderful feeling of her daughter’s hands caressing her breasts and squeezing her nipples.

She needed to cum, but didn’t dare show it, unsure of what Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had in mind.

The daughter looked for any lingering cum on her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s body and wiped it away with her hands.

Then she picked up a bar of soap and began cleaning the front of Kħadījah  Sarvar-e-Åālam’s body.

When Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hand slid over one breast, then the other, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock twitch.

I didn’t believe I could get hard this quick, but as I watched Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam move lower on Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s body I felt it happening.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wrapped her hand with the soap around her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s back and rested it on her equally extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

Slowly, she began gliding the soap up and down on each cheek, using her free hand to spread the soap.

Their bodies were pushed together now, barely enough room for water to flow between then.

The younger Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman clutched at her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s ass and massaged the flesh, resulting in a moan of pleasure from Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

Their breasts pressed together, flattening already erect nipples.

The lust was too much for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

She was going to do it.

She was going to have sex of some kind with her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān in the shower…or Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam would die.

She brought the soap back to the front and opened enough room for her hand to slide onto her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy. Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked into her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s eyes as she stopped her hand directly on top of Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

“Oh, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. Please.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam moved the soap up and down one time, feeling her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān push her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass backwards, attempting to get away from the hand.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam pressed harder and rubbed it two more times.

“Oh, Allah,” Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam sighed.

This time her entire body moved forward, closer to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

That was the answer Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wanted.

She ran the bar of soap over the entire length of her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy two times, then put it back in its tray.

Quickly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam placed her hand on Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

She found it easily and rubbed it.

Water cleared away the soap within seconds and she started a rhythmic massaging of the entire area around the ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam clung onto her daughter tightly, feeling her legs losing power.

She spread them apart, mainly to give Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam easier access to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but also to preserve her balance.

Water poured over her, but she hardly noticed.

Her entire mind and soul was wrapped up in the hand between her legs.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam hastily looked at me and smiled before turning back to her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān.

She had extended her middle finger along the length of Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and found the opening to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

When she inserted just the tip of her finger inside her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam lift onto her toes.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam didn’t come back down until her daughter’s entire finger was inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. Yes.”

Their heads were side by side, their bodies close.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had just enough room to move her hand up and down inside her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān, then back onto her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam stiffened with anticipation as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam worked her throbbing ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

She truly did not know if she could cum standing in the shower.

At least not without hurting herself.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s next series of moves surprised everybody in the room, including Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

She leaned down and sucked on her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s breast while continuing to rub her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam couldn’t tell which was harder-Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s nipple or her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

After spending thirty seconds licking and sucking the breast, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam continued down her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s body until replacing her finger on Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit with her tongue.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt two hands on her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass pulling her onto her daughter’s face.

And Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s entire mouth surround her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, which bobbed up and down as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s tongue played with it.

The younger Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman sucked it, licked it, and put it between her ravenous, extremely beautiful, quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labial lips until the ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit was ready to explode.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt her legs about to give out and leaned back against the glass wall behind her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam gripped her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān’s ass tighter and held her up, never losing touch with the ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

When she was certain her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān was stable again, she increased her tongue’s pressure.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. You’re going to make me cum. Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam.”

The daughter never let up.

“God, honey. Yes. Yesss.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the body above her tense up.

Kħadījah  Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hands gripped the back of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s head.

“Ahhh.”

Kħadījah  Sarvar-e-Åālam’s orgasm burst out of her insides.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the release from her nipples to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She cried out and heard her body slamming against the glass wall, but was nearly unconscious of her other surroundings.

When one wave was done, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mouth produced a second and third.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam thrust her body toward Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mouth.

Without her daughter’s hands on her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam would have slipped to the floor.

As it was, her knees were bent and she was sliding down the wall, actually making it easier for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam to eat her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam didn’t know how many times she had cum, but she had to get away from her daughter or Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam would cry.

Another lick and another burst of energy from deep inside.

Then the pain.

Another lick, and then the pain.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, stop. Oh, please. Stop.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam stopped, water cascading over her body as she sank to her hands and knees.

Her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān sat against the wall, eyes closed.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked over at me.

My raging Hindu hard on looked big even with my hand wrapped around it.

She sat on the floor of the shower and turned to face me.

When our eyes were fully locked together, she spread her legs open.

I walked to the shower door, opened it and stepped inside.

There simply wasn’t enough room in the shower to fuck them on the floor.

So I reached my hands down and pulled Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam up, leaning her against the wall.

She pushed out her hips and watched me position my huge Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Under the pouring water, it took me one effortless Hindu thrust to enter her.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked up with delight at the sight of her Hindu lover pounding my Uncut Hindu Cock into her daughter.

Had she not just experienced one of the best orgasms of her life, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam would have been hornier than hell at what she was watching.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt ready to cum the instant my Uncut Hindu Cock was deep inside her.

And after she and her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam, treated me earlier, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt little need to wait for me to be ready to cum again.

She was going to let herself go without consideration for anyone else in the shower.

I held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam by her ass and plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock up into her extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina.

As tight as she was, I barely felt her because of her own juices flowing and the shower hammering us with water.

But Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam certainly could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock and it was driving her ever closer to a climax.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam touched her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit one time and felt her orgasm begin.

She moved her hand up to her breast, squeezing the nipple.

This was enough to put her over the edge and she cried out to me.

I pumped my Uncut Hindu Cock into her harder as the young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman came.

She pushed her breast against her body and rubbed it with her palm, sending ecstatic waves from her nipple to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam pushed her hips toward me and tried to consume even more of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

We each grunted loudly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam continued to cum.

Whenever it felt as if the orgasm was subsiding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam rubbed her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and another wave came over her.

Through it all, I maintained an Hindu erection big enough to let me position my body however I needed to keep up with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, who was sliding all over the shower wall.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt my Uncut Hindu Cock hit every inch of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, sustaining her orgasm for what seemed an eternity.

When it was over, she could only lean against the wall and hope I held her up.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam stood up and put her arm around her daughter.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, I and Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam stood together under the shower and kissed each other with new appreciation and love.

Our sexual adventures fell into a pattern of once or twice a week episodes.

Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam and I still felt a special bond only a live in relationship could bring, but we maintained a new closeness with Kħadījah’s daughter, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam,too that would last forever.

Chapter 25

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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. The everincreasing infinite lust

109. The women in my life

110. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

111.  A Deep Conflict-1

112. I’m never ashamed of it

113. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

114. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

115. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

116. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

117.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

118. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

119. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

120. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

121. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

122. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

123.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

127. 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

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam stared at the ceiling of the tent and listened to the pounding rain.

She cowered inside her sleeping bag when a flash of lightning lit up her little world.

How long would the storm last, she asked herself.

Why didn’t it go away and let her sleep?

The sleeping bag was pulled up to her chin.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wasn’t cold, just scared.

She’d always been scared of thunder and lightning.

Now she was outside in a tent, Durgesh apparently sleeping soundly a couple feet beside her in his own sleeping bag.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam knew this was no way for a eighteen year old to be acting.

Durgesh invited her along on the weeklong bike tour of central Ohio and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was happy that he asked.

She also felt obligated to go, to make Durgesh happy.

But on this second night into the tour, she’d give anything to be in her bed back home.

Another flash was followed almost immediately by a clap of thunder.

It made her shiver.

Each one was closer, and brighter, and louder.

She inched closer to Durgesh.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam remembered when she was much younger and could crawl into her parents’ bed for safety.

They would hug her and bury her under the covers.

She wanted that now.

Yes, Durgesh was not her real father.

Her Ammījān left her Abbū for Durgesh.

So what?

For all practical purposes, now Durgesh was her father.

The day had been very hot and it wasn’t until the sun went down that the tent was bearable even just to sit in.

Now with the humidity of the storm, both occupants of the tent had their sleeping bags unzipped.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked over at the dark outline of Durgesh’s body.

She pulled her sleeping bag with her as she rolled closer to Durgesh.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wanted his arms around her like before, but knew it couldn’t be.

She felt like she was living in a time warp somewhere between childhood and adulthood.

The uncertainty of what to do almost overweighed her fear of the storm.

The next bolt of lightning decided the issue.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam scooted until the front of her body touched Durgesh’s back.

She put her left arm around his waist.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wore a t-shirt and panties, Durgesh a pair of boxers.

But that was of little concern to her at the Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ent.

The feel of his skin on her arm already began to soothe her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam moved so that our bodies followed the same curve and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam hugged tighter.

That’s when she felt me move for the first time.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam lifted her arm a little; ready to pull away from me if she had to.

Instead, I raised my head for an instant and then put my hand on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s arm.

She watched me put my head back down before moving closer to me again.

We stayed the way until the storm eventually blew over.

With the thunder a distant disturbance, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam concentrated on the sound of the rain again as it hit the roof of the tent.

Her face was nearly touching my back and she could smell my skin.

Lightly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam allowed her cheek to touch me. A few Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ents later, she was asleep.

When Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam awoke, her head was on my shoulder and I was lying on my back.

Her arm was still outstretched across my stomach.

One of her legs lay gently on top of one of mine.

The silence outside the tent was outdone only by the darkness inside it.

The calmness of it all was like a prayer answered.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam moved her arm to pull her sleeping bag up over her body when she accidentally brushed against my boxers.

The suddenness of it made her flinch, but something else made her want to do it again.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was certain her hand grazed over a very long and hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Light snoring by me persuaded Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam I must still be asleep.

Could she risk touching me there again and not wake me up?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam couldn’t resist.

Her left hand moved silently above my boxers and came to rest on top of the material.

Yes.

This time she was sure of what she felt.

Of course, it was my Uncut Hindu Prick, her Ammījān was so obsessed with that she left her Abbū even.

Now, the same infamous Uncut Hindu Prick was in her own fist.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam let her hand remain on the hard Uncut Hindu shaft, pressing down just slightly.

She could feel the warmth penetrating through my thin boxers.

Then she moved her hand up until finding the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I was big, she thought.

Or at least long.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s curiosity forced her softly to move her hand down and her fingers to wrap around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her heart pumped wildly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam gripped it.

A change in my breathing caused her to let go of the Uncut Hindu Cock and let her hand hover an inch above it.

She held her own breath before relaxing again.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mind raced.

She felt so close to me—the way she did on those stormy nights long ago.

Only now, she also felt like a woman wanting to comfort me as I did her.

Guilt crept into her thinking.

Didn’t she owe me this?

Wouldn’t it simply show how much she loved me?

Her hand touched my Uncut Hindu Penis again.

This time the opening in my boxers allowed her palm actually to touch my skin.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam nearly moaned out loud.

It was wonderful, warm, and hard.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam maneuvered her hand inside my fly and let her fingers lay across my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She smiled when it twitched.

Then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam gripped it at the midpoint of the shaft.

I opened my eyes.

I could see the top of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s dark blonde hair on my shoulder.

Otherwise, the darkness of the night made everything in the tent invisible.

I didn’t need light to feel what was happening.

My Hindu erection was in Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s small, warm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hand and I didn’t want to move.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān fingers tightened their grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock and I clamped my eyes shut.

It felt so good.

Nothing wrong in it even.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was not my daughter.

I wanted to say something because it was very nice having her so close to me.

But there was nothing I could think to say that would allow her to continue her exploration of my body in such an innocent way.

We continued on in silence.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam suspected now that I was awake.

The muscles in my body reacted to each movement of her hand, but Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was afraid to look up at me.

Her hand rose back out of my boxers, with my Uncut Hindu Cock in tow.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam could barely make it out in the din of the tent.

The swollen Uncut Hindu head loomed above her hand and she wished she could see it better.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam let go of my Uncut Hindu Cock and let it lay on top of my boxers.

With slow motion precision, she ran her fingers over the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock’s underside.

I sucked in a lungful of air and tried not to move.

We both were now fully aware of the other.

The young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman ran a finger up and down the shaft on the top and both sides.

Then two fingers.

This time she hovered over the tip and felt the hot, rough skin and the slit at the end.

Each Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ent that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was allowed to touch me made her want me more.

She could feel the sensitivity of her nipples growing along with the wetness between her legs.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was being drawn to my Uncut Hindu Cock by a power she couldn’t understand.

She wanted it so she could make me happy the same way I had comforted her.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wanted it because she needed it.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam considered turning away from me and pretending later, it never happened.

Instead, she found her head sliding down my chest and my Uncut Hindu Cock looming larger before her.

She held it once more in her hand, stroking it a couple times to feel the entire thing.

This time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt it throb and rise from my boxers in full erection.

She was thrilled by this and dreaded the thought that at any Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ent I could stop her.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s body slid lower.

Now her head was on my stomach and she was within inches of the Uncut Hindu Cock.

A second later her head was next to it, close enough to touch it if she pulled it down to her lips.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam did.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam kissed the tip of My Uncut Hindu Cock.

Then licked it once.

It was magnificent.

It wasn’t the lust she felt when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam did this to the boys sI knew.

It was loving me in the physical sense.

The Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman prayed to her Allah that I would let her continue.

She licked all around the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock before sliding the head between her crimson, ravenous, extremely beautiful, quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.

It was at the point that she felt my hand on her head for the first time.

I was lightly brushing her hair over her ears as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam held my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

This only heightened her desire and she took more of my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam moaned with pleasure as she felt the thick Uncut Hindu shaft between her crimson, ravenous, extremely beautiful, quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and on her tongue.

She licked it feverishly and tasted the Hindu precum oozing from the tip.

Now she used her hand on the base of My Uncut Hindu Cock and her mouth on the rest of it to begin pleasing me in earnest.

I laid my arms by my side and let Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam have her way.

Eventually my hand found her back and I followed the material of her t-shirt down to her waist.

But I made no effort to touch anything else.

My mind went blank when the urgency of my sexual desires overcame.

If I stopped Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam now it would only increase the embarrassment for both of us.

And I didn’t want Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam to stop anyway.

I heard Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s whimpering as she worked on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

They were sounds of pleasure…of satisfaction.

Her crimson, ravenous, extremely beautiful, quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips wrapped tighter around My Uncut Hindu Cock when she felt my body respond.

My hips rose and fell as I began to fuck Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mouth.

My hand came back to her head and she answered by taking me deeper.

This time it was that I groaned.

“Yeah, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam. That’s it,” I said to her. “Yes. Yes.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam pumped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock furiously when my body stiffened beneath her.

I cried out once more before telling her I was ready to cum.

The first spurt of my Hindu Vīrý hit the top of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth as both of us let out lustful groans.

I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock up to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s mouth as if I were thrusting inside a tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She took shot after shot of my Hindu Vīrý until it spilled out onto her chin and back down to my Uncut Hindu Cock. Half a dozen times, I sprayed cum into her and yet Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wanted more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy rub against my leg and knew that she, too, would cum if she kept it up.

But she could wait.

It was about making me happy and thanking me for being there.

Soon I twitched with each lick of the Uncut Hindu Cock’s tip, but could cum no more.

I panted from the exertion and threw my arms back down to the floor.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam let the limp Uncut Hindu Cock slide back inside my boxers with one last kiss.

She wiped her face with her t-shirt before laying her head back on my chest.

“God, honey. That was…uh, you…,” I smiled.

“Durgesh, it’s OK. Thank you for making me feel better during the storm.”

The tent was silent.

“What storm? When?” I asked.

“Tonight. Geez. I knew you slept through it,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

I laughed, which made Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam laugh and she moved up to my shoulder, kissing me on the side of the face.

We hugged and I felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s body press hard against mine.

Despite what had just happened, I felt again a twinge of desire.

I suppressed the craving to grab her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, which I would have done to her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Ammījān in a similar Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ent.

“Stay here if you want,” I told her.

“Ok,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wondered what I was really thinking.

She wondered if it would ever happen again.

She wondered what I would feel like inside her.

That’s when she decided to stop asking herself questions she couldn’t answer and get some sleep.

We awoke in a couple hours with the rising sun shining brightly against the side of the tent.

We were facing away from each other, but close enough to touch if we wanted to.

I got up first, changing into my cycling clothes while Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was turned the other way.

Years of modesty were not changed by one night’s events apparently.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam rolled over about the time I was done tying my shoes.

We smiled at each other and I studied the girl’s long legs, exposed clear to her panties.

I remembered the feel of her legs on me in the middle of the night.

“I’ll let you get dressed,” I said, heading for the front of the tent.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam didn’t stop me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam didn’t know what to say that would sound genuine.

She watched me slide out of the tent and pull the zipper back down behind me.

The young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman rummaged in her duffle bag for a pair of cycling shorts and a tank top.

When she was dressed, she stood on her knees on the tent floor and straightened the straps to her top.

She looked down at her partially concealed breasts.

They pressed against the material proudly, still yearning for the touch she desired last night.

Maybe tonight…

She joined me outside the tent and we prepared to pack everything before moving on to the next stop on our tour.

Any fear that either of us might have concerning comments by the other was unfounded.

Neither was ready or willing to discuss what happened.

I was still debating how to show my appreciation to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was unsure of my interpretation of her actions.

Both felt closer to the other.

The day’s ride was hillier than the day before.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt stronger on the bike, which I told her was common on weeklong rides.

By Friday, I assured her, I would have trouble keeping up with her.

She doubted that.

I found it easier to put my hand on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s shoulder, or back, as we walked at food stops or at sightseeing attractions.

Her body seemed more accessible to me now, although I couldn’t guarantee that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the same way.

Her sucking me at night could have been only at the Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ent’s impulse.

Yet, we simply were more at ease with each other when, in fact, the opposite could have easily been the case.

By the end of the day’s ride, it was obvious neither was going to demand an explanation from the other about the previous night.

Implied approval was perfectly fine with both of us.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and I both thought during the day about the upcoming night.

It might be crucial as to how the situation would be handled for the rest of our lives.

What we didn’t know was that we were hoping for the same thing and our actions would prove it.

We camped at a county fairground.

The good news was this meant a lot of wide-open spaces and tents were not on top of each other.

I staked out a semi-shady spot on the fringe of the fairground and the tent was up within minutes.

After our showers, we began the tedious task of killing the afternoon hours until it was time to eat dinner.

Once again, the midday heat prevented use of the tent until almost nine o’clock in the evening.

But the humidity level was down and the cyclists were inside the tent reading about the next day’s ride before sunset.

With no TV or computer to keep Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam occupied, she found herself laying on top of her sleeping bag watching the lightning bugs land on the outside of the tent, their bellies flashing methodically.

Voices could be heard in the distance.

She may have slept for a short while because she opened her eyes again to a darker tent.

Not the pitch-blackness of the night before, but a gloom where only shapes could be discerned.

I was on top of my sleeping bag, on my back.

I wore boxers.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam quietly lifted her shirt over her head and felt the cool air rush over her bare breasts.

She lay back down and stared up at the roof, her fingers sliding over her nipples.

She took a deep breath and opened her shorts.

With one motion, she lowered her shorts and panties simultaneously.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt an incredible sense of relief flow through her.

At that Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Åālam,ent, she wanted the tent to be drowned in light so that I could see her in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nakedness…in her state of complete desire for me.

She looked over at me.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was stunned to see me looking right back at her.

Only three or four feet separated us and clearly the outline of her naked extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body was visible to me.

I was the first to move.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had already made her first approach at night, to show me what she wanted.

Now, it had to be my turn to show her that I’ve also accepted her as my newest, latest, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman, though she was only eighteen and I was 61 already.

I slid off my sleeping bag and onto the tent’s floor, close enough to put my hand on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s stomach.

I lay on my side as my finger traced around her navel, then upward.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam closed her eyes.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the finger inch higher and enter the gap between her breasts.

Finally, it touched her right breast and moved toward the nipple.

I traced around it, too, purposely avoiding it.

Then my hand moved down the side of her breast and around the bottom.

With an easy movement she wasn’t expecting, I put my hand on top of her breast.

I cupped it and pushed it higher on her chest, filling my palm with it.

After one quick squeeze, I repeated the process with her other breast.

Now I was right next to her, close enough for her to hear me breathing.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked at me, just in time to see my face move to her right breast and my lips to touch her.

I kissed her breast gently and licked it one time.

With one hand on her left breast, I took her other nipple in my mouth.

A surge of electricity ran through her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt my tongue flick over and around her nipple.

I eagerly kissed it while massaging the other breast.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam never wanted me to stop.

It was incredible.

She may have moaned out loud but her mind was beyond paying attention to that.

Her hand was on my head, pulling me closer to her.

If I could have taken her entire breast in my palm, I would have.

And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam would have let me.

Our mutual lust could be heard in the sounds of my lips and tongue slurping at the young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s breast and her anxious, guttural replies.

At some point Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hand made contact with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam did not hesitate to find the opening to my boxers and pull out the hardening Hindu shaft.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam squeezed it tightly and felt it respond.

A minute later, she was on the verge of cumming and my erection was complete.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam fumbled with the waistband of my boxers, trying to lower us herself.

When our bodies would not allow her to continue, I backed away and sat on the tent floor.

Soon the boxers were out of sight in a corner of the tent.

I turned back toward Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and lowered myself onto her, half of my body covering half of hers.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the hard Uncut Hindu Cock press against her leg as I kissed on her left breast.

Not wanting to say anything in the midst of our passion, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam gently put her hand on my hip and pressed against me hard enough for me to understand her intentions.

I complied by climbing on top of her.

The young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman spread her legs slightly, allowing me to slide between us.

I kissed my way up to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s neck.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock slide past the entrance to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy in the process.

She was wet.

I was hard.

She wanted me inside her.

One of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hands grasped the Uncut Hindu Cock near the tip and pulled it towards her.

She moved it into position and waited.

I felt the tip enter her.

I heard Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam gasp quietly before pushing again, inserting half of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

In one continuous motion, I entered her completely, our bodies contacting each other at the hips.

Slowly I lowered myself onto Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s soft, warm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

I felt her breasts against my chest and I heard her breathing hard and fast.

She was the first to move her body.

It rose to meet mine and then fell back onto her sleeping bag again.

Soon afterwards, I began sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy with the ease of people who had made love for years and years.

We held each other tight for a few seconds before my hands slid beneath Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and onto her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

I pulled her up and thrust into her with more energy, squeezing her little ass cheeks until she moaned.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam lifted her legs and wrapped us around my waist.

Now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt totally filled by my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Each time I pushed into her the sound of our skin slapping together and our sighs filled the tent.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam moved one hand between us and played with her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Occasionally she let her hand touch my Uncut Hindu Cock as it moved in and out of her. This only made me harder and closer to cumming.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was herself kissing me on my Hindu lips with such a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female passion that even I could not believe she was so hungry for me.

Perhaps we would have an opportunity another time to make love, but for now, this was pure fucking.

The desires that began the night before built to a point where both Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and I needed a release.

We found it in each other in that dark tent.

I tried desperately to wait for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam to cum. Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s first thought was making me cum.

I couldn’t wait any more.

I held my face close to her ear and told her I was about to cum.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam urged me on and rubbed her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit harder.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt my Uncut Hindu Cock throb inside her and my entire body tremble.

I drove into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam one more time and held my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Cum began pouring out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and I grunted loudly with repeated, quick stabs into her.

“Ohhh. Yes, Durgesh. Come on. Cum inside me.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said and kissed me.

Her words alone caused me to cum a couple more times.

Just as I was about to finish, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam began her own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān orgasm.

I held her tightly by the hips and plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock into her as far as I could.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s hands played with her nipples as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt her body explode.

I kept pushing deepest over her sleeping bag and she continued to cum on my, buried to the hilt Uncut Hindu Prick, in waves.

I stayed inside Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam as long as I could.

When it was over, we held each other tightly.

We both knew now it wasn’t the last time we would be together like this.

We spent the remainder of the night exploring each other with fingers and lips and tongues.

I found out Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam loved to have her nipples licked and sucked.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam learned I got hard by sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock across her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

It rained the final night of the tour.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam wasn’t afraid any more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and I talked at length the days following our first sexual encounter.

Neither was embarrassed about the affair nor were we hesitant to express our desire for it to happen again.

We understood the consequences and, as long as we both agreed, wanted to explore our love for each other even further.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was old enough, at eighteen, to realize she had no right to expect me to be her regular sexual partner.

But our experience in the tent in the middle of the night during a weeklong bicycle tour was so extraordinary that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam felt an attraction to me beyond anything she had ever felt with any other man.

Now, with a total understanding of each other’s feelings, she was even more eager to pursue a relationship with me.

I, of course, had initial reservations about having sex with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam.

But her athletic body and energetic lovemaking made it nearly impossible to resist.

When we dressed in the morning and I watched her put on her tight tank top and figure hugging cycling shorts, it was hard for me to pack up the tent and get on the bike for another day of riding.

Her hair fell out the back of her helmet and onto her shoulders, flowing gently in the wind.

As I rode next to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam and looked over at her, I had a new appreciation for her youth and extra ordinary  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beauty.

We rode for the first hour or so with some occasional chatter about the scenery.

It would be another hour before we got to the first food stop.

We spent very little time there before getting back on the bikes and continuing our journey.

The day’s route was highlighted by several covered bridges, some of which required short side trips off the main route.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam, more than me, was interested in the bridges and we ended up seeing them all.

It was the third one that offered Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam the opportunity she had been waiting for all morning.

The little country road we traveled to get to the bridge was bordered on each side by thick woods of maple and elm trees.

Undergrowth made the visibility into the woods difficult at best.

At times, anything beyond thirty feet off the road was blocked from view.

As the pair reached the crest of a small hill on a dirt road leading to a bridge, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked in both directions and saw no other bikes.

Immediately ahead and on the right was a path carved into the woods by farm equipment.

“Durgesh. Let’s go down here,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said.

I didn’t ask Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam why.

I thought I knew where we were headed…or at least I hoped I knew.

I followed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam onto the path, which eventually fell over the side of the hill and started down into the deepest part of the woods.

Before long, the road behind us was out of sight.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam looked back at me, then the wooded hill behind me.

“Let’s stop here,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam said, pulling her bike off to the side of the path.

I stopped behind her and got off my bike.

I waited for her to take the lead.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam walked her bike into the woods, found a ten-foot square patch of smooth grass and ground hugging weeds.

There, we rested our bikes against trees.

“I hope you have a good reason for dragging me back into these woods,” I said with a smile.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam was taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair, fluffing it with her hands.

I couldn’t help but watch her breasts shake inside her low cut top as she tried to put her hair back in place.

“Is sex a good enough reason?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam walked towards me with a lustful look in her eye I had never seen before.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to push against my shorts.

Then her body was pressed against mine and she was stretching up to kiss me.

I put my arms around her and slid my hands down her back onto her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass as we kissed.

I pulled her up, feeling her shorts rub against the front of my own, grinding against my Uncut Hindu Cock as it hardened.

A few seconds later, my hands were inside the back of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s shorts touching her cool skin.

I clutched at the flesh, squeezing it in my hands and listening to her moans as we kissed.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam had wanted My Uncut Hindu Cock ever since our first encounter in the sleeping bags of our tent.

She placed her hand on the outside of my shorts, easily feeling the outline of my Uncut Hindu Cock through the thin material.

The young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman rubbed it with her palm.

Another two inches, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam thought, and the head would be sticking out the top of the shorts.

“Oh, Durgesh darling. I want you to fuck me right here. Now.”

“Anything you want, hon. I’ll do anything you want,” I said.

I put my hands at the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up; exposing the firm breasts, I tasted for the first time a couple nights earlier.

I yanked the top over Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s head and let the shirt fall to the ground.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam waited for me to admire, and then lightly touch, her breasts.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam’s fingers touched My Uncut Hindu Cock as she concentrated on my hands playing with her nipples.

Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes were closed and her mouth hung slightly open while I squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.

“I love that, Durgesh,” she sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

I placed my mouth over her left breast at the same time that her hand slid inside the front of my shorts and gripped my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It throbbed in her palm, extending to a full Hindu erection while Fātimah Sarvar-e-Åālam stroked it.

I passionately kissed and licked her breast.

My hand pushed it up to my lips and I wanted to devour the entire thing.

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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. The everincreasing infinite lust

109. The women in my life

110. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

111.  A Deep Conflict-1

112. I’m never ashamed of it

113. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

114. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

115. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

116. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

117.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

118. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

119. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

120. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

121. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

122. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

123.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

127. 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-22

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

The Ammījān, daughter and more

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

“Fātimah, you’ve been a bad, bad Musalmān girl”, she said as she stripped off her clothes. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to spank you.”

Fātimah lay across her Ammījān’s bare legs as my Uncut Hindu Dick rose again.

“Yes, Ammījān.”

“I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together,” she said from the doorway.

I have never been known to pass up a good opportunity for a blow job, so as soon as I recovered my senses enough to function, I stood beside Kħadījah  who was wailing away on Fātimah’s bare extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and let Fātimah take as much of me as she could down her throat.

The adrenalin that had resulted from being caught balls deep in Kħadījah’s daughter by her Ammījān was still causing my heart to palpitate.

Slowly, it dawned on me.

“Did you set all this up?” I asked.

She grinned.

“Sure. I knew anybody as horny as you wouldn’t be able to resist Fātimah very long. She’s been antsy as hell around you ever since she started her period. Now that’s she’s old enough, I thought it would be a good idea to let you to work it out. I knew that you would never do anything to hurt her and you’re a gentle, patient Hindu lover, so I started leaving early every morning before work. Hope you don’t mind.” She grinned at me impudently and continued blistering Fātimah’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mind? Why should I mind? You want me for your daughter too, as well as for you. I can understand it very well.”

“Thank you.”

“Obviously, you don’t mind if Fātimah and I fuck each other’s brains out.”

“No.”

“Then go for it, Fātimah. Why don’t you show Fātimah how good it feels to have a woman lick her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy while I finish painting her tonsils?”

“Good idea.”

Later, we sat around in the family room, still nude, and discussed our new life style.

Fātimah picked up the phone and sat across my lap, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her still tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy until it was lodged to the root.

“Mind if I call Nādirah?”

“Of course not.” I replied, not realizing why she asked.

She called Nādirah all the time.

What was different about this time?

I soon found out.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Aħmad. Is Nādirah there?” My darling Fātimah squirmed on my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Kħadījah sat nearby, rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I don’t know if it was to get herself off again or to soothe it from the banging I had given her a few minutes ago.

“Hi Nādirah. Guess what I’m sitting on.”

“Oh shit!” I thought. “Here’s where it hits the fan.” I

gave Fātimah a stern look, but she simply wiggled her cute extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass around on my Uncut Hindu Prick and continued to chat as if she were telling her friend about a new dress or TV show.

“Remember that stuff they told us in sex education class? Well, it was all wrong. They didn’t tell us how good it felt, they just said the Hindu man put his penis in the Musalmān woman’s vagina and ejaculated. Wow! It doesn’t sound like much that way, but what if I told you that my Durgesh has his big Uncut Hindu Dick all the way up my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and he’s about to shoot a gallon of cum in me? Doesn’t that sound like more fun?”

It sounded like fun to me.

Unbelievably, my Uncut Hindu Prick swelled some more.

Don’t know how it could, but I could swear it felt twice as big as before.

I knew Fātimah shouldn’t be telling anybody this, but it also turned me on for her to be bragging about it to her Musalmān girl friend.

Kħadījah  simply watched silently to see where this was going.

Her hand still idly stroked her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips as she listened.

“Really! You really let Durgesh fuck you?”

“Yeah. Ammījān came home and caught us, too.”

“Your Ammījān caught you?” Nādirah was astounded. “What did she say?”

“She gave me a spanking.”

“A spanking? Aren’t you too old to be spanked?”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“Wow! Oh, wow! Do you think your Durgesh would fuck me, too?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” She handed me the phone.

“Mr. Durgesh?”

“Yes?” I answered as calmly as possible with an 18-year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy sliding up and down my Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Would you be willing to fuck me too?” another 18 year teen ager, Nādirah Aħmad, asked me.

“How soon can you get over here?’

“Wait! Nādirah! Don’t leave yet! I want you to listen to us fuck.” Fātimah held the phone between us so Nādirah could hear us as she bounced up and down.

“Can you hear it squishing?” Fātimah yelled into the phone.

“Uh, huh,” Nādirah answered, a little out of breath.

“Are you playing with your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy?”

“Uh, huh,” Nādirah answered, a little out of breath.

“Ok. Now I’m raising way up until Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick is just barely inside me. Now I’m raising up further and rubbing his fat Uncut Hindu Cock across my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, back and forth. It feels so good. Ok, get ready. I’m going to stick it back in. One inch…two inches…three inches. Does it feel good, Durgesh?”

“Uh, huh,” I answered, a little out of breath.

“Four inches…five inches. Run get a banana. I’ll wait for you. Get a big one.”

“Got it?”

“Uh, huh,” Nādirah answered, a little out of breath.

“Ok, now catch up to us and we’ll do the rest together.”

I saw Kħadījah reach for the dildo she kept in the drawer with the massage oil and assumed that she was going to join us, also.

“Have you got five inches in your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy yet?”

“No. It won’t go. It hurts.”

“Well, silly. Did you peel it?”

“No.”

“Well, peel it and suck it a little to get it slimy. It will go then.”

“Did you stick it in yet?”

“It’s just starting.”

“Well, work it in and out a little to get it slick. It will go in easier then.”

“Is your Durgesh bigger than a banana?”

“Lots bigger. He stretches my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy so wide.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Just wait. You’ll see. Ok, I can’t wait any Longer and my Hindu darling Durgesh looks like he is going to blow a fuse. You shove as much of the banana in as you can get. I’m going to slide all the way down.”

About the time, Fātimah hit bottom, I went over the top and began gushing all over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb.

Kħadījah ‘s eyes were rolled back into her head as she rammed her dildo all the way in.

“Oh shit, oh shit, Nādirah! I’m cumming and my Durgesh’s cumming and my Ammījān is cumming. Are you cumming, too?”

“I think so. How does it feel?”

“You’ll know it when you do. My Durgesh is shooting cum all the way to the back of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb. I’m going to get off him now so I can suck the last of his Hindu cum. Come on over. Maybe Durgesh can fuck you by the time you get here. If Ammījān leaves any of his cum in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, you can lick it out while Durgesh fucks you.”

“Ok, I’m leaving now.”

Kħadījah had recovered enough to ask Fātimah,

“Where did you learn all this stuff, Darling?”

“I’ve been watching porno flicks every afternoon after University. I found where you guys keep them, plus I’ve been listening to you and Durgesh fuck for years. Do you want to lick Durgesh’s cum out of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, or what?”

Nādirah knocked rather timidly at the door.

“Come on in!” Fātimah yelled, unwilling to get up and prevent her Ammījān from being able to complete her cleanup task.

Nādirah blinked as she came into our family room.

I was leaning back into the couch cushions, stroking my Uncut Hindu Dick back up.

Fātimah was beside me with one hand around my Uncut Hindu Dick while her Ammījān ate her out.

Our clothes were long forgotten.

Nādirah just stared.

“Come sit on my Hindu lap, little Musalmān girl.” I offered.

“I’m not a little Musalmān girl, I’m adult legally now and I came to see if you would fuck me. I haven’t found a boy who seemed like he would do the job right.”

“Ok, then let’s see what you’ve got. Take off your panties first.”

Nādirah got into the game right away.

She didn’t merely take her panties off, she inched her skirt higher and higher until it was up to her waist, then turned around and bent over, offering me a delicious view of her firm extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

She hooked her thumbs in her pants and slowly slid them off as she wiggled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass in my face.

When they were almost low enough to reveal her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, she stopped.

“You like?”

“You bet!”

“Is my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cuter than Fātimah’s?” she giggled.

“Tell you what. We’ll have a contest later, with all you extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ladies. Now, are you going to show me what you’re hiding in there?”

“Patience, Hindu man. I’m trying to give you time to get it up.”

“I’ll show you who can get it up. Pull those pants off and let me see them while you spread your cheeks for me.”

“I have a little surprise for you,” she giggled.

“A surprise?”

“Yeah,” Nādirah giggled again. “See what my panties were holding in?” She slowly lowered them to her ankles as a slimy banana slid out of her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy. “Want a taste?”

Fātimah and her Ammījān fought over the banana while I went directly to the source.

I pulled Nādirah backwards until I could reach her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips with my own lips and began to kiss.

Fātimah and Kħadījah had compromised by each sucking one end of the banana.

They allowed it to slide back into their mouths until the banana was completely hidden and they looked like they were simply kissing.

Nādirah seemed to enjoy it, too.

“Have you and Fātimah been practicing on each other?” I asked when I came up for air.

“Just keep kissing. I think I’m about to cum.”

I redoubled my efforts.

And it was soon rewarded by a tremendous flow of sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice, accompanied by a lot of bucking and swaying.
When she could finally breathe again, Nādirah spoke up.

“Now I see what you meant, Fātimah. Does it get any better than that?”

“You’re about to see, I think. Looks like Durgesh has his stiffy back. What about it, Durgesh? Do you want to fuck my cute Musalmān girlfriend?”

I watched Nādirah gravely,

“Are you kidding? Are you sure, you want to do this, Nādirah? What about your Abbū? Won’t he try to kill me if he finds out I’ve fucked you? I’ll bet he would never love me to fuck you. I’m a Hindu and 61 already, moreover.”

“Really, Mr. Durgesh? I’ve always wanted to fuck you but I didn’t think you would do me.” Nādirah looked at my Uncut Hindu Prick greedily, “It’s pretty nice.”

“Honey, pretty is not where it’s at. Pretty is not why Hindu men fuck Musalmān women. Pretty is nice, but other things are more important. Tight is good. There’s no question that you would be tight. Willing is very good. You seem to be willing. Love helps an awful lot and I know I love you dearly. On the other hand, most Hindu men will fuck a Musalmān hole in a fence if there is nothing else around, so I’m pretty sure he would love me to ram my Uncut Hindu Prick all the way up your tight snatch if he can convince himself he wouldn’t be ruining your life allowing me to fuck you.”

“She didn’t ask for a speech, Durgesh. She just wants you to fuck her.”

“Ok, ok. Spread those pretty pink lips, honey. Here goes!”

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing with my daughter, Sir?” A new female voice interrupted me.

I was all alert again.

This was beginning to be ridiculous.

If we were all going to be fucking each other, we had better start locking some doors.

Nādirah’s Ammījān stood in the open doorway, hands on hips and glared at the rapidly wilting Uncut Hindu Prick her daughter was trying vainly to stuff in her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Might as well go down in flames.

“I was about to fuck the shit out of her until you wilted my Uncut Hindu Dick.”
She glared at me.

I glared at her.

I noticed her concentration wavering slightly as my Hindu Monster started to swell again.

Nādirah was still straddling my Hindu thighs, her firm tits squeezed against my bare chest, watching her Ammījān over her shoulder.

Kħadījah and daughter had paused in their 69 to watch the drama play out.

My Hindu Monster had her full attention now.

It was rubbing her daughter’s shoulder blades.

She tried one more time, weakly.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Nādirah darling?”

“Yes, Ammījān. This is exactly what I want, but it came out of me. Would you put it back in for me? Please?”

Ammījān moved like Boris Karloff doing Frankenstein’s monster as she approached mine.

Ammījān’s trembling hands were on fire as she took me in a firm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān grip and guided me back to home, her daughter’s sweet home.

Nādirah sank down to the root with a sigh.

“Thanks, Ammījān. It’s absolutely, exactly what I wanted. Maybe Mr. Durgesh would fuck you, too, if you ask him nicely. Won’t you, Mr. Durgesh?”

“See here, now. I’m not some kind of sex object you can pass around to all your friends and family. I’m not just a big hard Uncut Hindu Dick looking for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.”

Fātimah lifted her slimy face from her Ammījān’s gaping slit and said, “Oh, Durgesh. We all know what you are.”

“Oh? And what is that, my darling Fātimah?”

“Just a big hard Uncut Hindu Dick looking for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.” She dissolved in laughter at the phony pained look I attempted. “Go ahead and take your clothes off, Mrs. Aħmad, if you would really like to fuck Durgesh. I know he would love to fuck you if he can get it up again.”

Meanwhile, her daughter was practicing her horseback riding, easing her way into a nice canter.

She could almost see the stirrups Nādirah was standing in.

“Just stand beside me while I get fucked, Ammījān. It will make me feel so much better.” Nādirah requested her Ammījān, Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ.

So it happened that Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, stood beside a Hindu man her age while he fucked the shit out of her daughter, Nādirah Aħmad.

She must have had some incredible finishing University training because she never once stooped to my level, even when I slid my hand unobtrusively under the hem of her dress and slowly rubbed my way up her inner thigh.

Since Nādirah was doing such a good job of fucking herself on me, there wasn’t much for me to do except to be the sex object, so I concentrated on trying to break her Ammījān’s concentration.
To all outward appearances, Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, was as cool as a cucumber, even in such circumstances as she now found herself.

I couldn’t wait until my fingers found their goal.

Given her outward bearing, I was totally unprepared for the surprise that awaited me at the top of her firm thighs.

Try to imagine a hot, wet, naked Sunni Musalmān female body, squirming in a tangle of twisted satin sheets after being well and truly fucked, left right and backwards.

Try to imagine how swampy that Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt would be after being repeatedly violated and/or pleasured by multiple Uncut Hindu Pricks.

Ready?

I wasn’t.

I jerked my fingers back as if they had been burned.

The memory of that smoothly shaved, hot, wet, juicy, ravenous thing hiding so secretly between those long lovely legs had me on the verge of throwing her incredibly beautiful Sunni Musalmān daughter off my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Can you imagine that?

Me?

The “big hard Uncut Hindu Dick looking for a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy”?

A sudden piercing pain on my hand got my attention.

Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, wanted me to look at her.

Well, why not?

It was the least I could do.

In fact, considering the level of pain she managed to extricate from just two little fingernails and a bit of my hand, it was the only possible thing to consider.

I gave her my full attention.

As I looked into those clear, gray Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes, it became quite clear to me that I was to continue servicing her daughter in a proper fashion or there wouldn’t be anything to service with much Longer.

I nodded my understanding and the pain in my hand gradually subsided.

My Hindu Monster had continued his job in his usual mindless manner, bringing an increasingly higher pitched series of screams from Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ’s, lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān daughter, Nādirah Aħmad.

“Oh, Ammījān. It feels so good in me. It’s what I’ve wanted forever so long, and it’s ever so long. Can you see it making my little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips poke out? See how my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty goes bang, bang? Could you suck it for me just a tiny bit, Ammījān? I think it would make me cum so deliciously.”

I don’t know how they train them in those finishing Universities, but however it is, it certainly prepares them to do anything whatsoever with aplomb.

It was my guess that the percentage of Musalmān women able to keep their composure while sucking their daughter’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit in an orgy setting is fairly low, after adjusting for inflation.

My fingers had returned to the furnace Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, was concealing from everyone else. They kept pace with Nādirah as she ascended the scale.

“Ooh, Ammījān. I’m going to cum, now. Oh, oh, oh! I’m cumming, Ammījān, I’m cumming.”

If the tightness of the lips squeezing my fingers was any indication, Ammījān was cumming, too.

Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips seemed to be trying to eat my fingers and failing that, to dissolve them with fiery acid.

“Oh well”, I thought. “Might as well go along with the crowd.”

I quit trying to hold back any Longer and leaned back in my chair to let Nādirah’s sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt pull all the Hindu liquid in my body out through one little hole.

Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, even kept her composure while licking up my excess Hindu cum that was being forced out of her daughter’s tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as Nādirah Aħmad continued to ride me.

It occurred to me to ask her name, but it was difficult to think of her less formally than as Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, even with a mouthful of my cum.

Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, stood, regally, and smoothed her dress.

“We really must be going, now. Thank you all for a lovely time. We must get together more often. Do come on, dear. Your Abbū will be concerned if we are not home soon. We are expected at the club in an hour.”

Tilāvat Sheikħ helped her daughter, Nādirah Aħmad, dress as matter-of-factly as if she were simply emerging from the bath and gave us all a warm smile as they sailed through the door.

“Wow! Did you see that?” I’m not sure who said it.

Maybe it was me–or all of us in unison.

The three of us joined hands and went upstairs to our bed.

The assumption that we would all be sharing it from now on was unspoken, but undeniable.

I woke up with a firm, tight, hot little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass rubbing against my swelling Uncut Hindu Dick in circles.

I reached around Kħadījah’s daughter and pinched her nipples to see if I was dreaming.

Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass kept up its grind until she was satisfied with the miracle she had wrought and slid it deep, deep inside her incredibly hot Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tunnel before snuggling back against me for another nap.

“Just leave it in and let it soak, Durgesh.”

“Anything for you, Fātimah darling.”

The next time I woke up, I was cumming.

Fātimah was milking me with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles.

Her Ammījān was spooned up against my back, reaching around us both to play with Fātimah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

After learning, that Kħadījah and daughter had set me up so cleverly, my first impulse was to be a bit upset.

I mean, we Hindus like at least to maintain some sort of semblance of being in charge.

You know, it helps us keep it up to think that we are calling the shots.

On the other hand, I was getting all the hot, wet, tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussies I could handle these days and it seemed like I might be viewed as unsporting and ungrateful if I attempted to regain what had previously passed as control around my house.

It also might be viewed as a sign that I wanted to change something and that thought brought me all alert again.

I think I probably still went to work every day, but my memories always sort of blank out on that part of my life.

Looking back, all I could really remember is the delicious feeling of waking up nearly every morning with Kħadījah’s tight body snuggled up tight behind me and my Uncut Hindu Dick lodged to the hilt in the hottest, tightest, slickest little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy one ever imagined.

That’s not all.

That tight little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was being shoved back on that happy Uncut Hindu Dick with great abandon while the owner of that tight little Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy tickled her twat to pieces when she wasn’t scratching my balls to get me to wake up and cum with her.

Of course, I was always ready and willing to go whenever she was in the mood.

Her Ammījān would usually wake up about this time and reach over me to tweak her daughter’s nipples to help things along.

Fātimah was into sex about as far as I had been at her age, but had never had the opportunity to scratch that itch as she was doing.

It always seemed to be so unfair that Musalmān girls were all walking around with all that good stuff while we Hindus were in such pain to find any way at all to make the swelling go down.

I was fucking her at least twice a day, with matinees on the weekends, when Kħadījah and Fātimah’s friend Nādirah would join the lineup. I was tender, but happy.

One Friday morning, Kħadījah said she had plans for the weekend.

“I’m sure you guys won’t mind if I go away with my new woman friend this weekend. She has invited me up to her lodge for a few days of skiing. She hinted that she might bring along a couple of her friends to help her satisfy her fantasy of being gang-banged by Uncut Hindu Pricks. She mentioned to me that the idea of triple Hindu penetration made my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy drip and she wants to take pictures. I’ll bring you some.”

“That sounds great, Ammījān. Why don’t I invite Nādirah over for the weekend and we can see how Durgesh it takes to fuck her to his knees?”

“That’s sweet, dear. I’m sure I’ll be tired and sore when get home, so see if you Musalmān girls can drain Durgesh‘s crankcase for me. We don’t want him to feel left out, do we?”

“Hey! I’m sitting right here. What’s all this shit about everybody else making all the plans around here and talking over the top of my head like I don’t even exist?”

“Oh, poor Durgesh. Poor, poor Durgesh. Does he feel left out?” Fātimah crawled into my lap as she used to do when she was much smaller.

The difference was that now she brought a lot more to the lap than when she was smaller.

Her nightie covered just enough to keep me trying to see through it and she never wore the bottoms, by popular demand–mine!

I let her soothe me in her own sweet way.

She nuzzled my neck and rubbed those firm mounds we adore so much against my chest as she wriggled in my lap like a coon dog trying to find a comfy place to lie down.

If I hadn’t just finished dumping a huge load of cum in her a few minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to maintain my aloofness at all.

As it was, I held out for at least a second.

A man must have some pride.

Fātimah’s hand was now inside my robe, tickling my chest and tweaking my nipples a bit.

“Why don’t you take Nādirah and me back to the mall, Durgesh? We just love to shop and you just love to watch, so why not limber up those old credit cards and come on?”

I didn’t even try to hold out on this one.

I still had vivid memories of the first time I took them shopping a few weeks ago.

Kħadījah had barely left the house by the time we were on our way to pick up Nādirah.

“Oh, Mr. Durgesh. It’s so nice of you to take us shopping again. How can we ever repay you?” Nādirah breathed in my ear.

She was riding in the back seat behind me, because Fātimah took up the whole passenger side of the front seat so she could give me a few cheap thrills on the way to the mall.

Scratch that.

Nothing was going to be cheap about this trip, but it was certain to be thrilling.

In fact, if Fātimah didn’t put her skirt down and sit up, we stood a very good chance of my being thrilled into a ditch.

“Put your skirt down and sit up, Fātimah. A man can only take so much. Nādirah, why don’t you come up here with us? Fātimah is going to make me drive in a ditch if she keeps that up. I’ll pull over at the next intersection.”

“Oh, that’s ok, Mr. Durgesh. I’ll just climb over.”

Before I could object, there were a pair of long legs scissoring over the seat beside me as long, tall, lanky Nādirah climbed over.

It was damned lucky there was no traffic around us and the road was very wide.

It appeared that Nādirah shared Fātimah’s taste in underwear.

“Don’t either of you wear panties any more?”

“We could get some thongs at the mall if you prefer, Mr. Durgesh.” Nādirah settled beside me and laid her hand on top of IT.

Her skirt was still around her waist and Fātimah was walking her fingers up Nādirah’s thigh so slowly that I knew we would crash before she got there because I wouldn’t be able to tear my eyes away until she hit pay dirt.

Actually, there was little chance I could do it then.

“Please, Musalmān girls. You know I love it, but you’re killing me. Please just sit up straight like good little Musalmān girls until we get there. Otherwise, we’re all in grave danger.”

Just then, an 18-wheeler blew past with his air horns in a tizzy, which sobered all of us up a bit.

I knew I hadn’t been paying much attention to my driving, but I hadn’t realized how close to fact my prediction had been.

“Oooh, that was scary, Durgesh. I think I peed my panties. Wait a minute, I’m not wearing any. Can I borrow your hanky to sponge it up a bit?”

“I’ll help, Fātimah.”

We pulled into the mall parking lot with my eyes still glued to the seat beside me, while Nādirah tenderly sponged all traces of moisture from Kħadījah’s daughter’s tender lips.

How we avoided curbs, other cars and disaster of all types I will never know.

“Now. Can we get out of the car like civilized people and go do our shopping?”

Fātimah and Nādirah were giggling too hard to speak, but I finally followed their pointing fingers and realized that I had a raging Hindu hardon that was visible halfway across the parking lot, with a huge greasy spot on my pants from the gobs of precum that had undoubtedly been leaking ever since we left home.

Nādirah was the first to recover the ability to speak, but it was greatly hindered by her continued giggling and the fact that she was doubled over laughing and pointing at my Hindu crotch.

People getting out of other cars were beginning to look where she was pointing.

“Sorry folks. We nearly had an accident back there and I guess I lost my cool a bit.” I announced to the small crowd of onlookers.

The Musalmān women smirked at the thought that it could happen to Hindu men, also, but the Hindu men took one look at the bulge in my pants and the company I was traveling with and nodded wistfully, knowing that they would probably never have the chance to embarrass themselves in that particular manner.

We finally made it into the store and the Musalmān girls had a little whisper fest with one of the Musalmān salesgirls, who led us back to a special dressing room area that wasn’t visible from the rest of the store.

There was only one little old man back there, apparently waiting for his wife, although she must have been from a later generation than him.

It was hard to imagine any woman his age trying on the types of things that were sold in this particular emporium.

Fātimah and Nādirah roamed the store and picked out a few loads of clothes to try on while I made small talk with the old Hindu.

About the time they came back, I learned that he was, indeed, there to pamper his new Musalmān wife a bit, and yes he admitted that she might be called a “trophy wife” by some people, but he didn’t care.

When she came out of the dressing room to model her next selection for him, I didn’t much care what people called her, either.

If I had been in the market for a trophy wife, I would have gladly fought ten better men than him just for a chance with her.

Legs that went all the way up, a chest that just missed being too large, I draw the line at DDDD, and bright, sparkling eyes under a crown of golden curls.

It was enough to drive any man crazy.

She smiled at me to acknowledge my Hindu admiration, with only a glance at my wet pants.

About this time, my own Sunni Musalmān harem came dancing out of their cubicle expecting my undivided Hindu attention.

They had probably expected to get the same from the old geezer, too, but we were both still pretty intent on doing our imitation of dumbstruck.

The Musalmān girls didn’t like the competition one bit.

“Durgesh!” Fātimah almost screamed at me to get my attention.

The outfit she was wearing showed a lot of Fātimah.

Nādirah was beside her in a similar outfit.

Any other time, the two of them together like that would have finished the job on my pants.

As it was, I was so numbed by the overwhelming sensations of so many beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bodies so provocatively displayed that I sort of went into sexual overdrive.

I knew I must be leaking oil like an old pickup truck, but at least I was able to hold back the main load.

“Hi Musalmān girls, I’m Jamīlah.” she said, to defuse an obviously taught situation.

She was no doubt accustomed to dealing with jealous young Musalmān girls and recognized that she had no need to compete.

Better to stroke them a bit and keep the tone of the setting high.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t get as much out of the trip as she would like, either.

“Those outfits look really stunning on you. Someone must have given you a lot of good advice on how to dress.”

She went on for a bit in the same vein, stroking and complimenting the Musalmān girls until they saw that she had no interest in competing with them for attention–she simply wanted to get as much as she could out of the shopping trip, which happened to match their interests, too.

Jamīlah had one more trick up her sleeve.

She could see that the Musalmān girls were still a bit miffed at having my Hindu attention divided so she upped the ante a bit.

“Don’t you think they look ravishing, dear? See how the bustier raises the tops of their firm breasts even more and almost, but not quite, reveals their pink strawberries to us? Turn around dears. Durgesh is a true connoisseur of Musalmān beauty. Let him see how the cut of the bottoms is perfect for your firm derrieres. If your figures weren’t so perfect, those outfits wouldn’t work at all.”

Fātimah and Nādirah were too stunned to object as Jamīlah turned and posed them in all sorts of poses so that I could more fully appreciate their bodies.

I was enjoying the show immensely.

So was her husband.

The Musalmān girls must have been or else they wouldn’t have gone along with everything so docilely.

“As great as that looks on you, dear, there are a couple of minor tucks and nips we could take to make it even sexier. Would you like for me to show you?”

The Musalmān girls were still beyond words, but they allowed Jamīlah to continue.

“If we just roll this part here down a bit and tighten this, we can make more of a bubble on top, which is always exciting to a Hindu man. Doesn’t this excite you, dear? Durgesh always turns into a tiger after our shopping trips, don’t you, dear?” Jamīlah smiled sweetly at me and continued.

“Oops! Looks like we made the bubble just a bit too high there. One of our strawberries is trying to get away.”

Fātimah’s bright red nipple was now sticking out the top of the bustier.

My problem was almost sticking out the top of my bustier, too.

I looked like I might be on the verge of a memorable hardon, myself.

“Let’s just tuck that little scamp back in, shall we?” Fātimah stood as still as a statue while Jamīlah rubbed and patted her firm tits until her nipples once more hidden.

They were right on the verge of escaping, but not quite, and then she did the same for Nādirah.

It was the first time I had ever seen the two of them so quiet and obedient.

They must have sensed Jamīlah’s competence and were content to let her lead and instruct them.

“See, the object of seduction is not to show everything, but to merely highlight the possibilities. Darling, you simply must feel the velvet texture of their young thighs. You don’t mind, do you, Musalmān girls? Durgesh is such an expert on beauty. He has greater appreciation for perfection in the Musalmān female form than any Hindu man I have ever met. Don’t you agree with me, Sir? Don’t you think your womanfriend’s daughter and her friend are exceptionally beautiful?”

“Never mind. I can see that you do. Would it be all right with you if I were to demonstrate to the Musalmān girls some of the exercises I use to keep myself fit? They won’t need them for several years, but it’s always good to take advantage of useful information when it is available. Don’t you agree?”

As she talked, Jamīlah locked the door that led to the secluded dressing area.

As she returned she wriggled out of the top she had been wearing, revealing two of the most mouth-watering breasts.

Her husband wasn’t saying much, but he was definitely in favor of the show.

Perhaps he had seen it before and knew where she was going with it.

Facing the stunned Musalmān girls, Jamīlah lifted and massaged her treasure chest and showed them how she kept her muscles in tone to keep her tits high and firm at an age where most women started to droop a bit.

I could have watched her technique forever, but she had other plans.

“Here, let me show you.” She unzipped Fātimah’s bustier and reached around her to cup her bursting titties in a firm grip.

She made sure that I was treated to a good show as she taught Fātimah, then Nādirah; all there was to know about good breast health.

While she was at it, she taught them how to check themselves for problems.

All in all, she was so calm and matter of fact about the entire sequence that the Musalmān girls forgot to be embarrassed about showing their tits to a strange Hindu man and having his Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife caressing them at the same time.

“In fact”, Jamīlah went on. “The same sort of muscle stimulation will also extend the abilities of the male. May I show you?” Without waiting for an answer, and even without any ultimatum, Jamīlah unzipped my pants and drew my Uncut Hindu Prick out into the open.

I don’t know if it was the muscle stimulation or the sight of Kħadījah’s daughter’s tits that had me hard, but I was rigid as a crowbar.

It wasn’t all that surprising.

Fātimah and Nādirah made no objection, so Jamīlah went right on with her demonstration in a very professional manner.

“There will come a time when you Musalmān girls will be very glad to know some of these techniques, so watch very closely. In fact, you may wish to follow along with me and repeat the same techniques so that you know you are getting them right. You don’t mind, do you, Sir?” She smiled sweetly, playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick, as if she were really asking if I minded having two beautiful teenagers play with my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Jamīlah had barely begun her demonstration on My Uncut Hindu organ when Nādirah dropped to her knees and joined my musical instrument out to play.

Neither she nor Fātimah seemed to think there was anything unusual about the situation.

Maybe they didn’t, but my old buddy and I sure as hell did.

However, we were prepared to humor them as they maintained an interest in educational activities.

Jamīlah stroked and pulled and tickled and squeezed.

So did her students.

I shuddered and shook like a hound dog.

As unlikely as it might have seemed, I went over the edge.

I’ll bet it was my fourth time of the day.

My Hindu Cum flew everywhere until Jamīlah dropped her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over the tip my recital and my Musalmān girls did the same for me.

They were all so cute with all that Hindu cum in their hair and big grins on their extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān faces.

“Musalmān girls, you have been so great that I wonder if I can ask one more favor of you?”

“Sure, Jamīlah!” they chorused. “Whatever you want. We’re really having a blast. Thanks for teaching us all this stuff.”

“Well, Durgesh really enjoys fucking young Musalmān girls. Would it be too much to ask if you would let Durgesh fuck me too? ”

Fātimah looked at Nādirah and Nādirah looked at Fātimah.

Both were starting to grin.

Fātimah spoke first.

“How old are you, Jamīlah?”

“I’m 28 years old.” Jamīlah stated proudly.

“And you think you can satisfy Durgesh, the eversexy hypersexual Hindu?”

“If I can’t, I’ll be proud to die trying.”

“Well, don’t die on Durgesh, but if you can satisfy the eversexy hypersexual Hindu, Durgesh, we’ll tell everybody you did. Ok?”

“That’s a deal, honey. I’m bending over. Let Durgesh enter me.”

Jamīlah’s husband watched somewhat jealously as his beautiful young Sunni Musalmān wife, Jamīlah, bent over the arm of the chair and guided my 61-year old Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight 28-year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah and Nādirah stood behind me and watched me fucking Jamīlah.

Apparently, that implant did things for my technique that agreed with Jamīlah’s needs.

She was already starting to make bubbles and was having trouble getting enough air.

Of course, the Durgesh buildup with an unexpected twist at the end may have done something for her.

In less time than it normally took me to boil her juices, Jamīlah had a full head of steam.

I took a quick look at the door to see if anyone was likely to come in to check on the screaming but Jamīlah recognized my concern and reassured me that the room had been soundproofed for this exact reason.

Speaking of Jamīlah, she was wringing me dry.

If she was willing to continue divulging her secrets, we were going to be seeing a lot of her in the future.

Nādirah could hardly stand still.

She was so excited, watching Jamīlah get so royally fucked that she couldn’t get enough fingers in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to scratch where it itched.

Jamīlah was the first one to notice and made me stop enough to let Nādirah take her place.
As if I was going to argue with anything she suggested.

Hah! I slammed into Nādirah with enough gusto to powder my balls if they had been in the way.

I don’t remember ever having been so wound up.

Nādirah’s tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was so slick it barely hurt as I rammed deep into uncharted territory.
Then Jamīlah again replaced Nādirah Aħmad.
Suddenly, Jamīlah’s cries trailed off to nothing and I realized that she had passed out.
Now, I had Fātimah going about as quickly as I had done Jamīlah.

Maybe a little faster.

When all was over, we exchanged contact info and promised to get together again right away.

I left the mall with two very worn out but happy teenagers on my arm and headed for home and a nice three-way bubble bath, followed by a pileup in our big king size bed.

Nobody had any strength left for fun and games, so we just snuggled together and hoped that morning wouldn’t come before we were ready.

Just before she dropped off, Nādirah murmured something I didn’t quite hear, but it sounded like, “That was fun, Mr. Durgesh. Now will you fuck my Ammījān, Mrs. Aħmad, Tilāvat Sheikħ, too?”

Chapter 23

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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. The everincreasing infinite lust

109. The women in my life

110. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

111.  A Deep Conflict-1

112. I’m never ashamed of it

113. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

114. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

115. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

116. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

117.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

118. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

119. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

120. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

121. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

122. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

123.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

127. 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