Ahal-Al Bayt-30

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmmmnnnnn!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah groaned.

A shudder went through her.

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

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

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

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

Her belly was softly, gently rounded.

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

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

I looked at her,

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

She took a deep breath,

“But…” she began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel my Hindu erection bobbing as I did.

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

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

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

That trapped my Hindu erection between our bodies.

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

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

“Gnnnnnnhhhhh!” she groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

It felt so good I couldn’t be quiet,

“Yesssss!” I groaned, “Oh, yesssss!”

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

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

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

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

We exchanged another wild, wonderful kiss.

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

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

I couldn’t keep still.

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

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

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

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

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

Making love to Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt way too good.

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

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

“Nnnnnahhhhh!” she cried, surprising me.

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

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

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

Then,

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

Our bodies kept straining and twisting against each other.

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

Eventually our frantic movements began to lose their force.

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

Finally, we stopped moving entirely.

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

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

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

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

“So did you.” I told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, too, DURGESH.” she said.

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

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

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

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

She got hugged and kissed whenever we were alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I liked how the silky strands felt against my face.

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

“Did you like that?” I asked her.

She nodded her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

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

“It’s supposed to.” I told her.

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

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

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

She nodded.

My heart was starting to pound.

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

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

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

I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She pressed her face against my chest,

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

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

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

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

I shook my head and smiled,

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

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

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

She looked puzzled,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then how come I don’t know much?”

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

She blushed a little and nodded.

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

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

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

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

“You mean like about doin’ sex?”

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

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

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

“OK.” she said.

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

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

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

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

“OK.” I said.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Kubrah laughed.

I said,

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

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

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

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

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

I grinned back at her,

“Maybe.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mornin'” she replied.

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

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

“Wow!” I exclaimed when the kiss ended.

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

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

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

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

I kissed her and she returned the kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Kubrah giggled,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She avoided my gaze,

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

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

She nodded without speaking.

“Oh…sure…no problem.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m not one of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, yeah! Of course, darling.”

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

That felt way too good.

I let out a soft groan and shuddered.

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

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

“Oh, OK.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said.

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

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

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

Incredible sensations were whipping through me,

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

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

That drew another groan from me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I groaned.

My body jerked.

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

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

“Did I hurt you?” she asked.

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

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

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

“Go ahead.” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

She did keep stroking me, though.

My insides were churning and I was feeling better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I do that good?” she asked.

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

She continued to smile,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, did that ever feel wonderful!

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

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

Her nipples were as rigid as rocks.

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

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

She looked puzzled,

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

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

She did that, too.

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

I grabbed my Hindu erection,

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

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

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

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

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

“It sure does.” I told her.

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

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

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

The contractions happened again and I moaned again.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, chuckled,

“You like that?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her body went into a series of undulating movements.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually we lay still.

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

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

I felt her take a deep breath,

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

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

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

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

“Maybe they didn’t know.” I ventured.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she leaned over and kissed me,

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

“You complaining?” I asked.

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

“You know I ain’t.”

“OK.” I said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” she replied.

She turned and walked out of my bedroom.

Chapter 31

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 31

114. The everincreasing infinite lust

115. The women in my life

116. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

117.  A Deep Conflict-1

118. I’m never ashamed of it

119. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

123.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

124. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

128. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

129.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

133. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s gonna know, ain’t he?”

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

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

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

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, kissed me back,

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

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

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

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was a miner.

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

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

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

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

I became a barrister.

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

He didn’t like barristers.

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

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

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

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

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

However, I didn’t hate him, either.

He wasn’t very likeable.

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

We’ve had several major battles over the years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They are not backwardddddddddddd.” Muħammad bin Åbdullah.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah kicked him with her foot.

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

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

She had made him even to lick her feet.

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

“You slut—”

But he could not complete his sentence.

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

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

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

Muħammad bin Åbdullah was dumb stricken.

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

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

Muħammad bin Åbdullah started crying and weeping in frustration.

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

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

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

Muħammad bin Åbdullah was sent to Jail for three years.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He deserved no better.

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

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

Muħammad bin Åbdullah could not give her even a son.

She had seven daughters instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Instead, she said,

“I work and pay the goddamn bills.”

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

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

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

I enjoyed being with her.

She loved me without question.

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

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

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

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

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

In fact, she did the same homework I did.

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

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, loved hearing that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, not that I was aware of, anyhow.

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

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

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

His face changed immediately.

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

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

I loved his comment.

“I’ll feed you…”

Yeah, sure.

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

“OK.” Fātimah Al Kubrah said.

I didn’t mind.

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

She was renting her old room.

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

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

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

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

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

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, looked at me.

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

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

Muħammad bin Åbdullah thought the computer was totally stupid.

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

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

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

He refused to understand anything progressive.

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

I smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He claimed he was off hunting and fishing.

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

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

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

I found his conduct and attitude alerting.

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

Sex with her was strictly for purposes of having kids.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She needed me sexually more than I needed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It helped her beauty and youth to intensify very much.

She looked ten years younger, 25+.

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

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

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

“Are they mad, Durgesh?”

I only laughed.

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

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

And embarrassing me, too.

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

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

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

Her comment stunned me.

“What?” I asked.

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

How do you respond to a comment like that?

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

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

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

She frowned, blushed, then replied,

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

“What was it like?” I asked.

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

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, shrugged again,

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

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

“What about after that?” I asked.

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

She shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

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

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

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

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

I kissed her cheek and said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sexy, I mean.

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

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

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

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

I needed to keep on working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah…sure…I…I’ll…um…” I smiled.

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

What she might look like nude?

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

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

I was a young Hindu man after all.

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

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

It was natural.

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

She smiled at me and said,

“Eat up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a second, I had a problem breathing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“4125 to dispatch.” I said.

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

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

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

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

That’s the radio code for “on duty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me.

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

He must be punished.

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

That meant I was going off-duty.

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

I shook my head.

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

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

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

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

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

That caused an immediate reaction.

I could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening.

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

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

I visualized her walking through my door, completely nude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled at me,

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

“I couldn’t sleep.” I said.

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

“How did you sleep?” I asked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I squeezed her even tighter and kissed her cheek again,

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

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

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

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

“OK.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You get serious about any of ’em?”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s question surprised me.

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

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

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

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

That was a question I hadn’t expected.

I nodded,

“All of them. Yes.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Heck no.” I told her, “No way.”

“Then how come you did sex with them?”

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

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

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

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

“What is it like?” she asked.

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

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

I decided that honesty was the best policy.

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

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

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

I shrugged,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was surprised to feel her body stiffen,

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

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

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

“Why’d you do this to me?” she asked.

“Do what?” I asked.

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

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

I poured myself a cup of coffee – carefully.

My hands were shaking –I saw to it.

Then I walked over to the table and sat down.

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

I took a sip of my coffee,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

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

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

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

I could see a tremor run through her,

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

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

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

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

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

She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers.

Her mouth opened slightly and she pressed back against me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” she said.

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

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

I leaned forward and our lips joined again.

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

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

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

My body surged forward gently, pushing against hers.

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

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

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

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

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gasping for breath, we again pulled our faces apart.

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

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

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

“Want to go to my bedroom?” I asked.

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She bit her lip softly and nodded slowly.

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

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

Chapter 30

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

39. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

40.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

47. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25