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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