Ahal-Al Bayt-28

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt

Under Shower

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

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

She was screaming out of sheer blinding sexual bliss.

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

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

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

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

“Bhogyantrānk?”

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

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

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

“How do you know?”

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

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

“Even if you are, I damn care.”

“Sālī!”

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

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”I groaned.

“Don’t say Farīdah Imām is right.”

Farīdah Imām?”

“You don’t know any Farīdah Imām?”

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

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

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

The feeling of the shower was wonderful.

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

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

She was only nineteen.

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

It’s just started at her eighteen.

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

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

Allah!

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

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

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

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

I could not get over how beautiful she was.

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

Her breasts were large.

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

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

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t turn away.

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

As if on autopilot, I was fiercely penetrating her.

I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

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

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

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

And fucked, and fucked, and fucked her madly.

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

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

They were so soft and yielding to my hand.

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

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

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

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

Her tone carried all the conviction in it.

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

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

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Is Durgesh so savage in sex?

But that’s the best thing happening to her.

Isn’t it?

She was unable to believe I was really sixty one.

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

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

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

Farīdah Imām winked at her lewdly.

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

Farīdah Imām smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

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

“So called friend?”

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

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

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

“Of course!”

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

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

“Åāýéshah Bī?”

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

“None knows it.”

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

Farīdah Imām held her head in pride.

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

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at Farīdah Imām.

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

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

“You are absolutely right, darling.”

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

Farīdah Imām managed to protect herself from it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was dumbfounded.

“W w what club?”

Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, yār!”

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

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

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

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

“You are a member there?”

“No, I want Durgesh only.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Allah!”

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

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

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

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

“Come in,” I called.

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

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

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

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

Her straight light brown hair fell almost to her bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding.

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

“All right,” I said.

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

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

“Let go,” I said softly.

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

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

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

The robe was still shut.

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

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God!” I exclaimed.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, quickly lifted her beautiful hands and tried to close the robe, but I put my hands on hers and stopped her.

“You…you think I…I’m ugly,” she murmured.

Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me.

“No, Ammī, Mérī Jān! Kħadījah Al Kubrah, it’s just the opposite. I think you have an incredible extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body,” I told her.

And she did.

She probably weighed somewhere around one-forty and her body was a nearly perfect combination of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves and valleys.

Her breasts were large, but not huge, and not sagged even a bit even though she had nursed her seven equally beautiful daughters when they were an infant.

What caught my eye were her nipples.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah had the smallest nipples I’d ever seen.

They were beginning to erect under my Hindu gaze and had to be at least one-tenth of an inch in diameter.

They were beginning to emerge from the large pale pink circles that capped her beautiful breasts.

Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body.

Equally lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs.

“You…seeing you…looking…at…at me…like that…it…makes…it makes me…feel funny,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, smiled. She never stammered. “We…we shouldn’t be…doing…this…”

I reached out my hand and lightly trailed my fingers over her belly, which was softly rounded and still showed faint stretch marks.

She shuddered and gasped.

“Yes, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, Mérī Jān!  we should be doing this,” I told her. “We both want to.”

Much as I wanted to grab my Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s breasts and play with those beautiful nipples, I didn’t.

I stood up and walked around behind her instead.

Then I took hold of her bathrobe and pulled it back.

Initially she stood there stiff, resisting me, but she finally relented and allowed me to take it off.

I tossed the robe onto a chair near my bed, and then I let my eyes roam over the rear of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Much of her back was covered by her straight, shiny light brown hair.

Her hair was her one vanity.

She combed if faithfully, a hundred strokes, every night.
Her bare bottom was every bit as wonderful to see as the rest of her had been.

I know I probably sound like a broken record, but perfect is the only word I can find to describe it.

Wide, but formed perfectly, I thought it was the epitome of womanhood.

I stepped closer to her and began running my fingers through her hair.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah moaned softly.

She liked to have me play with her hair.

I knew it was the safest way to start a process that I believed would lead to so much more…for both of us.

“You like having me do this, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers stole through her silken tresses.

I was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and my Hindu erection was already threatening to tear a hole in them.

“Yes! You know I do,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured in reply.

I played with her hair for a few more minutes, and then I moved my caresses to her neck and shoulders.

That brought a gasp from her and sent a shudder through her body.

I’d dreamed of this night for so long and knew exactly what I needed to do.

I kept my touch whisper-soft, barely letting my fingers touch her as they skimmed over her skin.

She had known little gentleness in her life and I knew she’d respond powerfully to being treated gently.

“You do like this, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers continued to glide up and down her neck, out onto her shoulders, and down onto her upper back.

“You…you’re makin’ me…I feel…all…funny…inside.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, whimpered.

“Funny good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes! So good! Nobody but you can…can make me…feel…like this, Durgesh.”

That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear.

I had spent the last six months getting to the point where she was willing to come to me.

I’d convinced her that I’d be gentle with her, would make her feel good, and got her to trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.

I expanded the scope of my caresses.

My fingers went from her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms to her beautiful hands, teased her palms and between her fingers, then slid back up to her neck.

After I’d done that a few times, I could hear the increase in her rate of breathing and could see her shoulders moving as her chest heaved.

I knew her heart had to be pounding as hard as mine was and that I would feel it if I put my hand on her chest, but I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

I could see how confident Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was.

So, I forced myself to go slowly and deliberately, knowing that in the end, we’d reach the outcome I wanted and both of us needed.

I spent quite a while caressing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s neck, shoulders, arms, and hands, then I dropped to my knees and let my fingers trail down the outside of her shapely legs.

As my fingers stole over the silky-smooth flesh, I saw goose bumps forming and could feel her still not trembling even a bit.

“Ummmmmm!Allah!” I heard her moan.

I smiled and caressed every inch of her legs and her bottom, to the accompaniment of a wonderful symphony of passionate sounds.

“Unnnnnn!” meant I was caressing her bottom.

“Ooooooooo!” said I’d moved onto the back of her thighs.

“Uhhhhhhh!” accompanied my caressing her calves.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” celebrated my fingers stealing up the outside of her legs, and “Ummmmmmm!” meant my fingers were sliding down the front of her thighs.

Her rapid breathing kept time for the wonderful sounds coming from her.

I hadn’t anticipated any of this.

Therefore I was both surprised and delighted.

It told me I was having the effect on her I wanted to have, maybe an even stronger one.

“DURGESH…Allah! DURGESH!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned after I’d been playing with her legs and bottom for a while. “My legs’re shakin’ so…bad I…I’m afraid I’m…gonna fall.”

“Lay down on the bed.” I told her. “On your back.”

She hesitated but briefly, and then did as I’d said.

I got to my feet and looked down at her.

It was a sight I’d seen in my dreams many times, now I was seeing it for real.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying in my bed, her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body flushed, her hair spread out on the sheets.

My Hindu erection, diamond-hard, lurched in my cutoffs.

The front of the shorts was soaking wet because pre-cum was almost gushing from me.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t notice, she had her eyes pressed tightly closed.

Her mouth sagged open slightly and she continued to gasp for breath.

Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were erect.

Her nipples had grown even harder and looked even bigger, conveying to me that she was enjoying my Hindu actions.

I’d guess they jutted out from the pale pink flesh surrounding them.

I walked around to the other side of my king-sized bed, got on it, and crawled across so I was kneeling next to my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Her extremely beautiful eyelids were still down, but she turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head to the side of the bed I was on.

I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers gently.

Since her mouth was partly open, I caressed her lips with my tongue.

That caused a soft moan and, very tentatively, her tongue touched mine.

When that happened, it was almost as if her lips and mine softened and the kiss turned into one unlike any kiss I’ve experienced before or since.

Waves of warmth and bliss spread through me and, for a second, I was afraid I’d come in my shorts.

I felt Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand come to rest gently on the back of my head and the kiss continued.

At long last, it ended, and I think both of us were equally saddened when that happened.

“Oh, DURGESH.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured. “What are you doin’ to me?”

“I’m showing you what it’s like to be loved.” I replied.

“Oh, DURGESH, darlin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

She closed her eyes and a blissful smile curved her beautiful crimson lips.

I’d never in my life seen a smile like that on my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face and felt a rush of pride at having put one there at long last.

I began kissing my way gently down over Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s body, from her mouth to her neck, and then to her upper chest.

At the same time, I trailed my fingers over the gentle swell of her abdomen.

Once again, I was treated to the sounds of her symphony of passion.

Her body began twisting and turning gently, too, almost as if she was lying on a waterbed.

It was as if she could no longer bear to lie still.

After kissing a considerable expanse of lovely, silky flesh, I was finally about to achieve my first objective of the day.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s rigid nipple was so close I could reach out my hand and touch it, which I did.

“Gnahhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried her back arching. “Oh, DURGESH! Yā Allaaaaaaah!!”

I pinched her nipple again and again she reacted violently.

And she reacted exactly the same way when I did it a third time.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, DURGESH, you’re makin’ me feel too good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I don’t think she was aware of it, but her hips had begun a rocking motion.

I was toying with the verge of her pubic hair with my fingers, but didn’t move them any lower.

“That feels way too good. If you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna go crazy!”

Despite her protests, I kept doing what I was doing.

In fact, I did more.

I slid my palm over a little more, wrapped my fingers around her right nipple, and pinched it.
“DURGESH! Oh, no! Oh, no! I’m gonna go crazy…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh…uh…uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh!” The sounds coming from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s mouth were passionate, as was the motion of her body.

She grabbed hold of my head and didn’t seem to be able to decide whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer while what was probably the first orgasm she had ever in her life flooded her.

In the middle of it, I moved my fingers from her right nipple to her left, and that seemed to cause her yet another powerful flare-up.

When, finally, her motions began calming and the volume of her passionate cries began to lower, I lifted my palm from Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast and, kneeling next to her, pushed down my shorts, then kicked them across the room.

I turned back to Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and gently tugged her legs apart, then moved so I was kneeling between them.

I shuffled forward until the head of my Hindu erection brushed the forest of light brown Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hair covering her middle.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who’d been lying there with her eyes closed, opened them and gazed up at me with almost the same wide-eyed look she had when she first walked into my bedroom.

“DURGESH, you ain’t gonna hurt me, are you?” she murmured.

I leaned forward, supporting my upper body on my outstretched arms, and lowered myself so I could kiss her.

“There’s no way I’d ever purposely do anything to hurt you, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said after the kiss ended.

I pushed myself back up, grabbed my Hindu erection, and slid the tip down through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.

She was, as I expected, sopping wet with the fluids of her excitement.

“Did that hurt?” I asked.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, no!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

I repeated my action and this time a soft groan came from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Then I placed the tip of my rock-hard Uncut Hindu shaft in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān opening and pushed my hips forward a little, until the entire Uncut Hindu tip was inside her.

I looked down at her face and saw an almost angelic look, so I slid myself into her a little further.

“DURGESH! Allah! That feels so good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned.

I’m not sure if it was that I am that big – I have an average size Uncut Hindu Lund, I think – or if it was because she was so tight.

I do know that I was now in an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman who was as tight, or hot, as my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I kept sliding myself farther and farther into her until, at last, I could go no deeper.

I was so close to erupting I was afraid to move any more.

I held myself there, over my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, my arms stiff, fighting the urge to explode with every fiber of my being.

“Feel…good?” I asked Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, as I looked down into her passion-filled face. I’d never seen her look more wonderful.

“Didn’t…know…doin’ sex…could…feel…like…this.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, gasped. “Didn’t never…know…I…could…feel…so…good.”

“You’re going to feel even better soon.” I assured her.

I pulled out until just the head of my Hindu erection was in her, then shoved it back in slowly.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! !” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned. “DURGESH! If you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna make me go nuts again!”

“That’s the whole idea, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my darling, Mérī Jān!” I told her.

Fighting the urge to come every second, I began moving my Hindu erection in and out of her with steady thrusts.

Each one sent me up one notch higher on my own mountain of joy, and each notch took me a step closer to losing control.

Then I had no more control.

“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah!” I groaned as my churning insides unleashed and a torrent of my hot Hindu fluids began gushing from me.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! That’s so hot! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I felt her beautiful hands clawing at my back and her hips shoving up against mine as her second – or maybe third – orgasm rocked her.

When, at last, we had spent our lust, we lay in each other’s arms, settling down, I still buried deepest into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Chapter 29

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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