Sixty One Eighteen in love-13

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

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Chapter 13

Durgesh Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl

Durgesh Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb

The Original Live in Relationship Partner

I sat thinking about her.

And as I thought, I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis starting to harden.

As I pictured the sexy little blonde, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock push against my trousers trying to escape.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and felt it.

It was rock-hard.

Each day the skirt had been a little shorter.

I knew Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was deliberately trying to seduce me.

As my Uncut Hindu Cock leapt, I began to massage it through the material.

Each day the top had been a little tighter — I could feel my pre-cum.

Today, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl had definitely batted her baby-blues at me whilst wriggling that tasty little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass of hers — and I could swear I’d had a glimpse of a naked Wahābī Musalmān bottom!

I unzipped my trousers and my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock leapt out.

I began to squeeze  it as I imagined putting it between her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.

My breathing became labored.

I imagined it was her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy that I was plundering, her dark little hole that I was fucking.

I wondered whether or not Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was a virgin.
So there I was — in my office at work — wondering about her! A grown man of 62! Well no woman, let alone a little tart, had had that effect on me in a very long time.

BUT my Live in Relationship Partner here, of some 30 years, had been away for a week, visiting her sick mother, and we did normally have a very active sex-life so ……..

I decided to ring her and see when she  was coming back.

I missed her like hell — especially at night!

“I’m sorry Durgesh  — but Ammī still needs me, you understand,” Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb was saying as I tried to persuade her to come home, “She’s old and she needs me at the moment. You’re a grown Hindu man — you can cope without me for a month or so! Enjoy my extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān girlfriends, yaar. They are crazy for you. Aren’t they? And they are also around thirty as I am.”

A month or so!!

I’d just proved I couldn’t even last a week on my own — how on earth would I manage a month?

I got through the rest of the day and then alone in bed that night, I had decided to do something about it.

So, the very next day, when the sexy little blonde, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl, had deliberately sidled up beside me, feeling very brave I had slipped my hand under her little white skirt.

I had caressed her naked Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks – sure enough, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl wasn’t wearing knickers.

But instead of pulling away, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl had pushed herself against me.

So with my other hand, I had caressed her flat little belly under her skirt, coming to a stop at the top of her legs.

Her warm little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān haven was just inviting me to plunder it as Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl parted her legs and leant back a little.

As I looked down, I could see that her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mound was covered in pale blonde hairs.

As I looked closely, I could just see her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips protruding.

I had slipped one finger tentatively up inside her hole — expecting her to slap my hand away. Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl hadn’t and it was soaking!

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl had leant into me and smiled.

So I had used my other index finger to find her tight little rosebud and I had started to play with that too, as Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl began to writhe.

I ripped off her little crop top and discovered; that Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl had no bra on — didn’t Musalmān girls wear underwear anymore?

Good!

That’s the important news for me.

Her fair sized Wahābī Musalmān breasts bounced out.

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl pushed her chest into me and so I dropped my hand, took one nipple into my warm hand, and started to squeeze and play with it.

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl began making little mewing noises, a bit like a kitten.

I continued.

I now had two fingers in her ass and three fingers in her soaking wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl unzipped my trousers and released my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Penis.

As it sprung out, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl murmured,

“Oooooooh, you’re big, bigger than I expected. I don’t know if I can take all that! Ammī can really take it all inside her?”

I didn’t answer her, only smiled proudly.

As far as I was concerned, ‘not taking it inside now’ wasn’t an option — not now we’d come this far!

I unzipped her little skirt, which dropped around her ankles and there Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl stood – naked but for high heeled boots.

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was 18, tall, blonde and beautiful.

As I wondered what on earth Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl  saw in me, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl  leant in and kissed me full on my mouth with her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue forcing its way between my Hindu lips.

As I reciprocated her little hands were working on my Uncut Hindu Cock — and I could feel the pre-cum.

I pulled her over with me to a chair and I sat down with my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock standing to attention sticking out of my trousers.

Still with her high boots on, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl straddled me with one foot each side.

Then looking me deep in the eyes, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl lowered herself onto the very tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I grasped her Wahābī Musalmān hips and pulled her straight down hard so that my large, Uncut Hindu Cock went all the way up inside her wet, tight, young little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy — all in one go!

Due to my size, I could feel it tearing at her soft tissue.

But as Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl cried out with the force of it, I just pushed my tongue deep into her mouth.

I continued to plunge my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy — holding her hips and bouncing her up and down on my knee as Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl squirmed — there was no turning back now!

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was a virgin and Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was very tight — heavenly! After a little while, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl relaxed and started to enjoy the ride — bouncing up and down herself on my rampant Uncut Hindu Cock.

After about 30 minutes, I started to withdraw but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles tensed around me.

Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl whispered,

“No — don’t leave. Cum inside me, It’s alright. I want to feel your Hindu cum there. We are Live in Relationship Partners now. Don’t think you can get rid of me now ever. Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was not born yesterday. I am eighteen and a legal adult now.”

I smiled at Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl in agreement.

Well, I needed her.

Being exactly duplicate of her Ammī, Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb she could provide me what only her thirty years Ammī, Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb could.

I couldn’t object Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl was just eighteen only, barely legal adult.

With no further encouragement needed and looking into her blue eyes, I shot my Hindu load deepest up into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

As we sat there, panting, her still sitting on my knee with my now again rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis still inside her, I said,

“you’re not a virgin now. And you’re on the pill? You said it was alright. You’re protected?” and Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl laughed!

“No Daddy — I’m not on the pill and I’m not protected at all. I want your baby inside me. I’ve always wanted your baby inside me! You see I love you very much. And it was I who praised you day and night, when Ammī was around me. It was I who dreamed of you initially and made Ammī too to dream of you.”

I was dumb founded.

Yes! I had just had unprotected sex with my very own 18 year old stepdaughter – for the first time!

But – it sure wasn’t to be the last time!

Her Ammī ended up being away for another 13 months and for all that time, Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl slept with me in our marriage bed every night, her warm little body tightly wrapped around mine — my Uncut Hindu Penis deepest inside her tight, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy!

We fucked at every opportunity we got.

Every morning before work and all evening too — in fact, all we did when we were together was fuck! It was like a holiday romance — and unexpected bonus!

For thirteen long months!

Imagine.

And sure enough, by the time her Ammī, Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb, returned Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl’s young, fertile little womb was full of my baby and her little belly was beginning to plump out nicely!

Her Ammī was told that Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl’d been knocked up by another college student and that Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl had decided to keep the baby! Her Ammī had no reason to doubt it.

I still fuck my beautiful, young, sexy, little scheming brilliant stepdaughter almost daily, even though Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl  is now heavily pregnant, and we’re already planning a little brother more  for the new arrival so ………

And I don’t mind at all now, when my Live in Relationship Partner, Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb, goes to visit her Ammī!

Well, originally Al Tayyabah Al Kamāl loved me and was my original Live in Relationship Partner.

She made her Ammī, Nauhīd Åbbās Ħabīb, to love me too, and to leave her Abbū, Al Aħmad Al Kamāl Farīdī.

Chapter 14


Sixty One Eighteen in love-12

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

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Chapter 12

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I both lay in bed still now.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was still buried deepest into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s 29 year old evertight Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

One complete year has passed now.

We were in live in relationship.

Nafīsah Salmān never objected.

She knew better.

I closed my eyes and my mind flashed memories of last night, like a movie almost but only the best parts.

I was on my back and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had just climbed off of me.

In the dimly lit room, the candle light illuminated her extremely attractive Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body just enough to see that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really wet and her pussy lips glistened as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan eased herself up from my Uncut Hindu Penis.

I loved that she fucked me herself mounting me.

She was violent in fucking me that I was glad I had her.

That shaved Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always drove me wild and now I knew what was on her mind.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went down and turned herself around, hovering over my Hindu erection.

Looking up at me with her sexy face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began lightly to move her wet eager, greedy, Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue along my Uncut Hindu Cock, not touching me with her hands at all.

I loved to watch her.

The tip of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue moved around the swollen head already wet with those big shiny drops of my pre cum and her vaginal lubrications.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lapped them up and smiled,

“mmmm…”

Licking her lips seductively.

Then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan took the end in her hot wet mouth.

It felt so good- the gentle teasing with her tongue, her warm mouth began to suck on the head of it and I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock getting bigger and tighter, swelling with that hard on that ached for release.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slowly let me go deeper, inch by inch, until I was all the way in, snug and hard – her mouth was like another Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I began to move and made my Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out, as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tightly gripped the base with two fingers.

Her moans vibrated into the stiffness and sent shivers up my spine.

“mmmm…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began to bob up and down creating a rhythm with my pumping that made my balls so ready to shoot their load right in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slide off and whispered, “Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, – fuck my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth- I want you to cum right in it- cum in my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth” and went back to her amazing Uncut Hindu Cocksucking.

Her lips tightened down and the sensation of her suction, wild tongue and fingers made it happen.

I felt my body tense up, the feeling building, rising for the climax.

“Yess Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan- cumming-yess don’t stop-”

I held her extremely beautiful head in my hands and in seconds my balls shot my hot Hindu cum down her throat-

“Mmm-” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan moaned feeling my sticky Hindu sperm spurt into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I came in waves— each one a little less than the one before.

My hot sticky Hindu cum pumped from the end of my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was a huge load, creamy white Hindu cum dripped from both corners of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, sliding down to her chin.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached up and her finger caught the drips.

Smiling Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan licked it.

“Love your Hindu cum—so good…”

Back to reality, I felt the familiar sensation of a morning hard on.

As I lay on my back, it poked up all big and stiff, lying on my stomach.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached down to feel it and began to stroke me.

I could hear Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slow breathing.

Not stirring, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had no idea that her legs were apart, exposing her sweet, sweet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass was facing me, and her face was in the pillow.

I slowly eased up and crawled between her legs, looking at the soft curves of her sexy Sunni Musalmān ass.

On my knees, I held my Uncut Hindu Cock and stroked it as I gazed at her vulnerable Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy below.

Once hard enough I rubbed the tip until it was wet enough with my lubrication and I lowered myself down, the head only inches away from her competently shaved pink Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I edged the head inside, slowly awakening her.

“oh yess…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered and lifted her hips up to let me all the way in.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy felt sooo good as I moved forward, until I was up inside her hot wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

“Morning DURGESH DARLING, MÉRÉ HINDU PIYĀ! HINDU AL BUÅŪLATUL MUSLIMĀT, MUSALMĀN ĦASĪNĀON KÉ HINDU KĦASAM, HINDU HUSBAND OF MUSALMĀN BEAUTIES,—I could wake up to this every day.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and held her ass with both hands, spreading herself open so I could really go deepest.

I pushed in more and more with each pump of my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock until Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was feeling as good as I was.

“Fuck me- fuck me -” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said over and over, and I sped up the motion, getting deeper with my every powerful Hindu thrust.

I looked down and watched her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as I pulled back.

They stretched out from her as if sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock— all slippery and wet.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was amazing.

I gripped her ass and pounded away.

I could feel her fingers playing with my balls and rubbing her clit as I fucked her.

“I’m ready Durgesh!” Gonna cum.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried almost in pain.

I glanced down as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slammed backward onto my reddened Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her bubbly cum and juices from her squeezed out as I went in her tight hole.

They oozed down along the sides and drip onto her Sheets.

I couldn’t hold back.

We wildly fucked.

It suddenly came like a dam opening.

My hot Hindu sperm exploded into her wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pinkness.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan arched her back to feel me as the sticky juices filled her- all hot and gooey.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a loud violent orgasm.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy clenched down and waves of pleasure spread from our two parts entwined.

My balls continued, squeezing out their load, pumping out and up inside her, until Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried out and dropped her head into the pillow.

We were both coated in a cool sweat.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was still in her deepest as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan let her hips relax.

I let myself down and rested on her soft wet back.

Her ass felt soft and comfy pressed into my loins.

I felt the cum as it leaked out of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, down onto my balls and it was cool now.

The sunlight bathed us as we rested, and I knew it would be a great night later.

We were enjoying Hawaii, the beach at Waikiki was quite an experience.

Pretty ladies everywhere, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I just basked and took in the sights.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, are you watching these pretty ladies?”

“Of course, darling!” I kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “What else there is to watch except you and these pretty ladies?”

“All of the age group you love very much.”

I allowed my eyes to look at the pretty ladies present there, once more.

I smiled.

“Are you joking, Naåīmah?”

“Certainly not. What gave you that impression?”

“What age group of the beautiful ladies you think I love very much?” I smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Despite my repeated requests Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t agree to let Nafīsah Salmān accompany us.

“28 to 50, isn’t it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.

“Entirely correct, but darling, there are at least 20% teen agers too.”

“They are with their Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās and/or sisters. Sorry, the Ammīs, Kħālās Buās and/or sisters refused to join us without them.”

“Refused to join us without them?” I was surprised, “What do you mean?”

“Darling, all these pretty ladies present here are Musalmān Beauties, without even a single exception.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me cunningly.

“What?” I was really surprised now.

“I said you once it could be arranged.”

We decided ultimately that we wanted to see the rest of the islands, though, so we booked a flight to Kailua-kona on the big island.

We had a handful of brochures and a suitcase when the plane landed, that was it.

We will always remember that landing, we hit so hard that the overhead doors popped open and bags went flying everywhere.

Just a bit harder and it would have had to be called a crash landing.

Lucky there was only a dozen of us on board, no one was hurt.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I walked over to where the car rentals were.

A whole row of them was there to serve a dozen people.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I got a beat up little Toyota and off we went to see the sights.

It was a couple of miles from the airport to the little town.

The place was quiet back then.

“Sleepy little fishing village.” the brochures said.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I pulled into the motel down by the seawall, got our room.

It was right there on the ocean.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I settled in, looking sidelong at what was supposed to be a bed.
Across the street was a restaurant.

We wandered over and ordered some food.

There was a few couples, some locals snuggled up to the bar drinking out of tiny little Miller’s bottles.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I sat over in the corner by ourselves, just enjoying the warm weather, trying to figure out where to go and what to do next.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had on dark glasses, and a matching short wrap around her bottom.

Pretty, I looked her over, noticing one beautiful young lady coming to us.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned her head my way just as she leaned in and whispered something to her, glancing at my direction.

Just then, I realized that the sun pouring in lit up her legs, and the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was sitting I could see nearly all the way up her little wrap.

I did my best not to be caught looking.

It was tough to do since she was sitting right in front of me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan made an odd motion, rolling her hips first one way, then the other as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached into her purse for a cigarette.

Somehow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had scooted her fanny forward on her chair a few inches.

Some more of the dark shadow came into view.

I realized I was looking at what was probably pubic hair, but the way the sunlight hit I couldn’t be sure. Just then her knees parted a couple of inches.

Now I was sure!

Still, her crotch was in shadow, so I wasn’t getting a perfect view.

Then it hit me that my back was to the afternoon sun, and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was facing into it.

The awning hung out towards the seashore, shading most of the restaurant except for the area we were sitting in.

The edge of the shadow it cast came halfway up her thighs under the table.

More whispers between both of them, another glance my way, a hint of a grin on the stranger girl’s face made me realize they were doing it deliberately.

The sun slowly settled lower, that band of light moved higher up her bare legs.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did that odd roll of her hips again, now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was scooted another couple of inches forward in her chair.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was trying so hard to appear completely oblivious to me sitting there that it was obvious Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was watching for my reaction.

It was getting bigger with the passing moments.

What the Sālī was after this time?

Was that stranger girl someone conspiring some mischief with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always after some sexual mischief when she was with me.

The band of light now reached far enough that I could see for sure that there were no underpanties, nothing.

Her legs were far enough apart that I knew that when the sun settled a bit more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would be in clear view.

Guess I must have been leaning forwards in expectation or something, because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan seemed to realize and closed her legs.

I leaned back, seemingly disappointed.

I wanted to play game myself now.

Could only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan do it?

The moment I did, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened her legs again, this time even farther.

It was enough.

The sun now shone right on her, it was like a flashlight on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

As everything unfolded into view, I was looking at huge swollen lips protruding from a trimmed bush.

I knew now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was shiny and wet looking.

The girl at her side had a huge grin.

She was watching me intently.

I lost all pretenses and just stared, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really was spectacular.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat like that for a good 10 minutes, just letting me look.

Then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gave a little shudder, almost as if she was having a small orgasm.

Her legs began to open even more.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was looking right at me as she spread them as wide as they would go!

Despite the fact that I was already fucking her more and more for almost one year now, my Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard in my shorts I knew it would be several minutes before I would be able to get up.

That was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She had brains.

And she used it always to compete with my other Musalmān Beauties, as well as with her own Ammījān, Dr. Nafīsah Salmān, D Sc in Islamic Sciences from Harvard University.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan relaxed, closed her legs, we finished our respective drinks and got up to go.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached in her purse, as both of them passed me on the way out.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dropped a card on the table in front of me, grinned, and they were gone.

I picked up the card, read the words.

It read, “She likes to watch, call me.” and a phone number.

I dropped the card in my pocket.

This was beginning to look like a fun vacation.

Let’s face it.

It isn’t every day a girl gets a beaver show in a public place, but I had just sat in a restaurant and watched a pretty little Brunette spread her legs and let me look.

This while her newest girl friend or whatever she was sat by her side.

I sat there nursing my juice, fingering the card Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had dropped on my table as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan walked by with her new woman companion.

The invitation was obvious.

I wandered around Kailua-kona for several hours.

It really didn’t take long to walk from one end of the town to the other.

As the brochures had said, it was a sleepy little fishing village.

I wandered down and took a swim in the ocean right off the seawall, the water wasn’t really deep.

It was interesting to stand on a huge mound of brain coral while the waves rolled by, picking me up and setting me back down.

I suppose I played in the water for a good hour or so.

Once when my foot came down, I felt a stinging but thought nothing of it.

Finally, I swam back, just taking my time in the tepid water.

I found a little restaurant and ordered a fish dinner.

It came as the whole fish.

A funny looking red thing on a bed of some kind of plant leaves.

I realized quickly that I was supposed to just pick the meat off with my fingers.

Odd we didn’t even clean the thing, we just flopped it on the plate, steamed I think.

Kinda good, actually.

I still have no idea what the bowl of white goo we served with it was all about, that wasn’t food to me although others around me were eating that with their fingers too.

One bite was enough.

Tasted like fucking library paste.

I went back to the motel as the sun finally settled and it began to get dark.

I spent a couple of miserable hours trying to rest, finally I got up.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come with me here but she had noted brilliantly that I was interested in that girl also.

She was trying to consent her for our threesome.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had proved in her one year company so far, she was also good at cultivating other Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Beauties for me, even for group sex, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan being with only me, strictly, no matter how the events take their terms.

I pulled out the card Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given me, thought about it.

Hell, I didn’t even know her name.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Sālī was so possessive of me that she hadn’t written even her name on the card, only her phone number.

Damn her!

I had a little struggle with myself.

Finally, I just reached for the phone and dialed.

A soft female voice answered, “Hello.”

No, it was not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Either she was not there, or she had deliberately allowed the Brunette to take my call.

“Hello.” I said, feeling victorious. “Are you the lady from the restaurant?”

No answer.

“Oh, are you the big girl that was there?”

No answer once again.

“Yea, I’m Durgesh.”

” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.” her voice was soft as silk.

I hesitated, calculating what to say.

“Want to come over?”

“Maybe, what’s the deal?”

“Just some fun.”

“Your…friend?”

“Oh, that is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan , she doesn’t mind. She likes to watch.”

I did some mental gathering up.

This was strange as hell.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hadn’t told Saåīdah Salāħuddīn she was maintaining live in relationship with me for one year already.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was after?

What was her actual hidden game this time?

Yet, I smiled.

“Ok.”

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn gave me an address.

Glancing at my map I knew it was a Hotel not more than 2 blocks up the hill.

I had actually checked on that one, bit rich, but not for my blood.

I had deliberately booked at the crummy motel.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted me to play it her way.

“Let’s try not to tell anyone that you are a Multibillionaire.” She had smiled impishly.

On the phone, I said.

“30 minutes.”

This was going fast.

I took a quick shower, noticing my foot still had that stinging sensation from earlier.

I put that out of my mind.

I knocked on the door 30 minutes later, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn answered.

She was wearing a white robe.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn smiled at me.

I realized it was the first time I had seen her eyes, as blue as the ocean I had swam in earlier.

Best way I can describe the moment was entertaining.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not anywhere there.

Eīshāno Vishvvédasah, what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually after!

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn showed me to the main room.

There was a couple of doors off to the side, bedroom, I assumed, and the bath.

I sat on the large couch.

No sign of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is out on the balcony,” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn said, reading my mind. “She will probably come in later..”

I smiled in acknowledgement of the information.

Eīshān!

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan monitoring some movie camera?

It maybe.

She was always alert against any future possible blackmail attempts.

It could have been the reason she managed that Saåīdah Salāħuddīn must herself attend the phone.

Suddenly I realized, even the phone number was not in the writing of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She had managed even it to be written by Saåīdah Salāħuddīn herself.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was proving herself one of the best companions for me.

She knew I loved Beauties with Brains more.

She was proving her competence.

She was telling me through her activities that she deserved my company more than the rest of the Musalmān Beauties.***

Chapter 13

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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. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. 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

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sixty One Eighteen in love-11

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10


Chapter 11

It was raining that Saturday, washing out Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s plans to spend the day doing yard work.

Still, when Imām Muħammad Ħasan was home alone on a weekend, as he was that day a little more than a week ago, He liked to make himself useful around the house, so He decided it was time to tackle the basement.

It hadn’t had a good, thorough going-over in at least seven, maybe eight years, and over that time, boxes of junk had accumulated.

He was home alone that weekend because Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s wife, Nafīsah Salmān, was in California on business, and wasn’t due back for several days.

They’d been married 3 years, and they’d both worked, with the exception of when she was out having their daughter, very early in her career.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was head of the Islamic Organization for Jamåt-al-Ahl-e-Sunnat, while Nafīsah Salmān worked for a major manufacturing corporation based in midtown Manhattan.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan used to work in the city, as well, but about 12 years ago, he sought a little slower pace and took a job with Jamåt-al-Ahl-e-Sunnat located closer to their home in suburban Westchester County.

H’d had this house for 25 years, it’s fully paid for, and Imām Muħammad Ħasan always thought it was a happy, cozy home.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was pretty quiet and mild-mannered by nature, and the slower pace suited him.

Nafīsah Salmān, however, was a lot more outgoing, a lot more assertive and a lot more career-oriented.

She started with her company right out of college, and had moved steadily up the ladder.

Seven years ago, she received a promotion to a junior vice-president position, which she currently held, and that job required a fairly significant amount of out-of-state travel.

Nafīsah Salmān went on business trips about every four to six weeks, sometimes more often, usually to Chicago, Washington D.C., Miami or Los Angeles, places where her company had major clients that she was required to visit periodically.

The lengths of the trips varied, from a couple of days to four or five days.

Nafīsah Salmān and Imām Muħammad Ħasan met when He was in high school, when He was a junior, and she was a freshman, which at that time was junior high.

It was love at first sight, at least for him.

She was, and still is, a natural blonde, with penetrating steel-blue eyes, a ready smile and a lean, compact Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body that she worked hard to maintain.

She’s now 39 and looked at least 10 years younger.

They were a matched pair all through her high school years, and it was a wonder she didn’t get pregnant before she did, not long after she graduated from high school.

Nafīsah Salmān was hot for Imām Muħammad Ħasan from the beginning, but Imām Muħammad Ħasan managed to wait on sex until right before He was started college, after they’d been together for two years.

Once they took the plunge, though, they were insatiable.

Nafīsah Salmān was, and is, a firecracker in bed, an energetic lover who had never denied Imām Muħammad Ħasan anything he wanted sexually.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan went to college close to home, so that He could be close to Nafīsah Salmān, and they fucked just about every chance Nafīsah Salmān got.

She was all the woman Imām Muħammad Ħasan had ever needed.

Getting pregnant only postponed Nafīsah Salmān’s college ambitions for a couple of years, however, because once he graduated from college and went to work, Imām Muħammad Ħasan dutifully put her through college, the way Imām Muħammad Ħasan had promised her Abbū He would when they married.

They had their daughter not long after she graduated from college, then she had her tubes tied and set about making a career.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a little disappointed, because He was hoping to try for another daughter, but Nafīsah Salmān had always gotten what she wanted, and she was adamant about not having another daughter.

Their daughter was grown now.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan took a lot of pride in her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned out well, although Nafīsah Salmān wasn’t as big a part of her life as most Ammīs, one reason why Imām Muħammad Ħasan decided to get a job closer to home.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was far more domestic than Nafīsah Salmān was.

It was just the way their marriage evolved.

As Imām Muħammad Ħasan sat there and tried to figure out what went wrong, Imām Muħammad Ħasan had put all of these little pieces together from their past and came up with some vague explanations for why she did what she did, but they really weren’t sufficient.

Certainly, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was not the young stud he once was, not that He was ever what one’d call a stud.

But when He was younger, Imām Muħammad Ħasan had a full head of thick brown hair, now gone gray and thinning rapidly.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had always been told He was nice-looking, and he guessed that hadn’t changed.

However, over the years, Imām Muħammad Ħasan had put on about 25 pounds that no amount of yard work will take off, and Imām Muħammad Ħasan hadn’t been inclined to spend a lot of time at the health club, the way Nafīsah Salmān did.

Occasionally, he’ll go with her to the club and walk the track, while Nafīsah Salmān attacked the Stairmaster and the treadmill, but that’s the extent of Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s interest in exercising.

That was mostly because Nafīsah Salmān preferred to get her workout in during the evening, after Nafīsah Salmān got off the train from work.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was usually at home by then, and not all that willing to get back out.

He never realized he was becoming the second person in the household, Nafīsah Salmān becoming the first.

Their sex life, though, had remained pretty good, from his viewpoint, or at least he thought it had.

Nafīsah Salmān still made love to him two or three times a week, which Imām Muħammad Ħasan thought was quite good for a man of 51.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan guessed in terms of their respective biological clocks, he hadn’t been able to keep up with Nafīsah Salmān, but he never got any indication from her, at least not anymore, that Nafīsah Salmān was less than satisfied with their sex life.

He was working in the basement that rainy summer afternoon, trying to clear out some space, when He came across a box that had been sort of hidden away in a corner, under some bags of old tax receipts.

When Imām Muħammad Ħasan opened the box, He saw that it contained some of Nafīsah Salmān’s work documents, including her logbooks.

Now Nafīsah Salmān was very meticulous about her life, and Nafīsah Salmān was very well organized, especially in relation to her job.

So she kept detailed logs of everything Nafīsah Salmān did on the job, day in and day out, both in the office and on the road.

And, as He was soon to learn, Nafīsah Salmān didn’t leave anything out.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan honestly wasn’t snooping, because he had no reason to snoop.

Never in the whole 3 years they’d been married have Imām Muħammad Ħasan had any reason to suspect that Nafīsah Salmān was cheating on him.

Nafīsah Salmān had always behaved in a loving manner toward him when they were together.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had never heard any whispers of scandal about her, no “knowing” looks, no anonymous letters or tips, nothing that would have led him to believe that Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s wife was anything other than a happily married wife.

They were very well thought of in their community, and they had a modest circle of longtime friends who thought they were the perfect couple.

He wasn’t in any way suspicious about Nafīsah Salmān’s job-related activities.

But He was curious to see what was in her logbooks, since Nafīsah Salmān had never been one to talk a lot about the details of her job, especially when Nafīsah Salmān traveled.

After what Imām Muħammad Ħasan discovered, he could understand why.

Each logbook covered a calendar year, beginning in 1998, when Nafīsah Salmān got her promotion, so Imām Muħammad Ħasan started there.

At first, the log entries were pretty mundane, details about meetings with clients and contracts with companies Nafīsah Salmān was dealing with here in New York, then in other cities.

After about six months, however, Imām Muħammad Ħasan noticed that whenever Nafīsah Salmān was in Chicago, one man’s name kept showing up, a Durgesh.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan read with concern, then mounting alarm, then dismay as the entries became more and more intimate.

It started with routine meetings in his office, then progressed from there to dinner at her hotel to late-night meals at fine restaurants to nightclub visits until Imām Muħammad Ħasan finally came across the entry that began the process of shattering his world.

It was dated in early November, about eight months after her promotion, and it was quite detailed…

One can put a gun to her head, and Nafīsah Salmān still won’t be able to tell anyone exactly why she started cheating on Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

There were a lot of reasons, and none of them by themselves would have been enough to push her into adultery.

But all together, they built up an unstoppable momentum, to the point where Nafīsah Salmān freely and willingly chose to enter into a series of sexual relationship, with me, outside of her marriage.

Let there be no mistake.

Nafīsah Salmān was the one who decided to step out on her husband.

He wasn’t coerced into these relationships.

She was relatively sober when Nafīsah Salmān took that path, and by now, she had made them such a part of her life that she was not sure she could give them up, even to save her marriage.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had spent many a sleepless night listening to her snore, knowing that Nafīsah Salmān was betraying him.

He was the father of her daughter and they’d made a home together for 3 years.

He had supported her career every step of the way, yet, honestly, he did deserve this.

The plain, unassailable truth was that Nafīsah Salmān needed more sex than she could get from him.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had always had a very high sex drive, even when they were younger and he was a lot more vigorous.

He’d always struggled to keep up with her sexually, and now the discrepancy between their respective sexual urges was quite pronounced.

While Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right now at or close to her sexual peak, and had been for several years, he was well on the down slope, and had been for several years.

And he just couldn’t satisfy Nafīsah Salmān the way I could.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan tried, and Nafīsah Salmān did appreciate him for it.

He hadn’t given up, and that was to his credit.

When Nafīsah Salmān and Imām Muħammad Ħasan made love, it was nice and she got a lot of affection from being with him.

But he couldn’t stay up longer, and when he came, that was it.

He was through for the night.

Yet, Nafīsah Salmān was very certainly not.

She wanted more, and more and more.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had said once in irritation.

“Only Durgesh can satisfy you sexually, none else, at least no Sunni Musalmān, I’m sure. You need an Uncut.”

Nafīsah Salmān had now come to need SO much more, than what Imām Muħammad Ħasan could give her, more than he could ever give her, and now she knew that was true even at the start.

Nafīsah Salmān needed more than just nice, sweet lovemaking for 5 minutes two or three nights a week.

I fucked Nafīsah Salmān.

I fucked Nafīsah Salmān hard, I fucked Nafīsah Salmān good, I fucked Nafīsah Salmān long and I made her come, over and over and over.

Then I fucked Nafīsah Salmān again.

It was just raw animal passion.

I always gave her all Nafīsah Salmān could handle and more.

No way Imām Muħammad Ħasan could match that.

Truth was, sex with Imām Muħammad Ħasan hadn’t given Nafīsah Salmān an orgasm ever.

Used to, he could at least get her off when he went down on her, but over time even that had failed to light her fuse.

The lust Nafīsah Salmān once felt for him had pretty much died.

Having been taken to the heights of ecstasy, having experienced what truly awesome sex is all about, and having gotten it on a pretty regular basis; Nafīsah Salmān just couldn’t get a charge out of Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s pedestrian sexual prowess.

If that made her a bad person – a slut, as the Musalmeen claimed – then Imām Muħammad Ħasan had also told her once in a fuming argument, Nafīsah Salmān was a slut.

Honestly, however, Nafīsah Salmān did not set out to cheat on Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and Imām Muħammad Ħasan had tried hard to keep him from being hurt.

Nafīsah Salmān didn’t have another lover in the city – no workplace romances for her – nor did she mess around with anyone here at home.

When Imām Muħammad Ħasan was home, Nafīsah Salmān belonged to Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and she truly enjoyed being in his company.

Except for sex, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was rather a good husband.

But on the road, it was a different story.

When Nafīsah Salmān was traveling on business, she became a sexual creature who couldn’t get enough.

She had done things in other cities that would curl the hair of their conservative, suburban friends, if they were somehow to find them out.

Nafīsah Salmān didn’t intend to cheat on Imām Muħammad Ħasan, but a potent combination of frustration and temptation made her ripe for the plucking and Durgesh swiftly and skillfully seduced her not long after Nafīsah Salmān started going on these out-of-town business trips.

I was the Chairman, and CEO too, of one of their company’s major suppliers, and I was a powerful, dynamic person.

Frankly, I was one of the sexiest man Nafīsah Salmān had ever encountered.

He’s well built, with a right complexion and a full head of dark hair with just enough gray to give her a distinguished look.

Nafīsah Salmān had never asked me my age, but she’d say I was about her age.

But I was much, much more virile and far more aggressive than Nafīsah Salmān could ever be, and that was what ultimately attracted Nafīsah Salmān to me.

I think we both knew from the first time that we met what was going to happen.

There was just this sexual energy that crackled between us from the moment Nafīsah Salmān first met me.

Nafīsah Salmān had been in her job about four, maybe five months, and my company was her first really big account.

Dealings with My underlings had not been going well.

Nafīsah Salmān thought maybe they thought that because of her relative inexperience, the fact that she was a woman and due to her eagerness to bring in the account, that they could lowball her.

Nafīsah Salmān had some flexibility on how low she could go in order to land the contract, but the numbers they were insisting upon were ridiculously, unacceptably low.

Nafīsah Salmān refused to be intimidated, so she seemed to be at an impasse.

The thing was, Nafīsah Salmān knew without a doubt that if she could just reach an agreement with me she could do some profitable business.

Our respective industries were so compatible and our companies were so much alike that she believed if we could just agree on a price, everything else would fall into place.

Finally, in frustration, Nafīsah Salmān insisted on a personal meeting with the CEO, hoping he could bring her company around.

To say I was dazzled by Nafīsah Salmān’s sexual magnetism would be an understatement.

I could actually feel myself getting wet just from the way she fixed her extremely beautiful eyes on me as Nafīsah Salmān first walked into my office.

But Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t get where she was in the business world by letting her emotions get the best of her, so she quelled her budding arousal and got down to making her presentation.

I had to admit, Nafīsah Salmān dressed for success, wearing a snug business suit with a skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees.

Nafīsah Salmān gave me just enough of a look at her slender legs to make me sit up and take notice, without being overtly flirtatious.

Nafīsah Salmān had always known just how to dress for any occasion, and Nafīsah Salmān was extremely skilled at skirting that fine line between showing just enough and showing too much.

I made my pitch, and when she was finished, I asked some questions.

Nafīsah Salmān gave me some answers.

By the tone of my questions, Nafīsah Salmān believed she had made some serious inroads, so she left the prospectus with me for my perusal.

On her way out of my office, I went over and shook her hand warmly, and held the touch just a split-second longer than normal.

“Thank you so much for seeing me today, Mr. Durgesh,” Nafīsah Salmān said, with a slight flutter in her voice.

“Please, call me Durgesh, Miss Nafīsah Salmān,” I answered smoothly.

“It is Mrs. Nafīsah Salmān, but please, call me Nafīsah Salmān, without any ‘Miss’ or ‘Mrs’.” Nafīsah Salmān said.

“Nafīsah Salmān, then,” I said finally, “We’ll be in touch.”

That night, Nafīsah Salmān flew back to New York in a horny daze, and when she got home, she practically attacked poor Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

Nafīsah Salmān woke him up out of a dead sleep by sucking his small cut cock up to its whatsoever full hardness, then Nafīsah Salmān climbed on and rode him as if He was some out of control Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cowgirl.

But Imām Muħammad Ħasan was so tired that he kept losing his erection repetitively, until Nafīsah Salmān finally gave up and let him roll over to go back to sleep.

Then Nafīsah Salmān found out her vibrator and imagined that it was my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It didn’t take her long until she was thrashing on the bed in one of the stronger self-induced orgasms, Nafīsah Salmān could ever recall having.

Two weeks went by, during which time Nafīsah Salmān kept trying to tell herself that she was a happily married woman and that she shouldn’t be having these wicked fantasies about Durgesh.

Nafīsah Salmān finally told herself that she was acting like a schoolgirl and that a powerful man like Durgesh wouldn’t be interested in her.

Durgesh was already surrounded by countless extremely stunning Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauties.

They were already after Durgesh like honeybees.

But the moment Nafīsah Salmān’s boss came into her office and told her to run home, pack a bag and catch the red-eye for Jabalpur, her stomach did cartwheels and her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lurched in response.

The next day, Nafīsah Salmān met with my board of directors and me, and repeated the pitch she’d made two weeks earlier.

Nafīsah Salmān also noticed that the bean counters who had treated her with such disdain earlier were now falling over themselves to be solicitous of her.

She knew right then that Nafīsah Salmān had the contract, but we didn’t reach an agreement right away.

Nevertheless, after the meeting, I invited Nafīsah Salmān to lunch, and that’s when Nafīsah Salmān really started working her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān feminine charm on the Hindu playboy.

Honestly, being in my presence was intoxicating.

I was a smooth conversationalist, skilled at eliciting information from seemingly casual questions, and I was dazzled by her sexiness.

By the time, we left the restaurant and Nafīsah Salmān got in her taxi for the trip to the airport, I knew just about everything about Nafīsah Salmān that I needed to know.

About three weeks later, Nafīsah Salmān flew back to Jabalpur for the purpose of nailing down all of the loose details and getting me to sign on the dotted line.

Nafīsah Salmān was there for the better part of a week, and after the third day, we had an agreement.

To celebrate, Nafīsah Salmān and I had dinner at her hotel, and it was quite apparent by then that we were on a fast track to seduction.

Dinner lasted quite a long time, and Nafīsah Salmān had several glasses of wine, so I was feeling very mellow, very sexual.

Finally, I sat back in her chair and fixed Nafīsah Salmān with an even gaze.

Nafīsah Salmān felt a lustful shiver run through her body from the way I looked at her.

“Tell me, Nafīsah Salmān, are you really happily married?” I asked.

Nafīsah Salmān hesitated before she answered, and that was when Nafīsah Salmān knew I had her.

“Y-yes,” Nafīsah Salmān said slowly, “Yes I am. I love Imām Muħammad Ħasan and we’d been together a long time.”

“But you’re not satisfied, are you?” I asked pointedly.

Nafīsah Salmān just stared at me, because Nafīsah Salmān had never revealed the inner workings of her sex life with Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

“How do you know that?” Nafīsah Salmān I asked, then quickly wished I could have taken the question back.

“Nafīsah Salmān, I can see it on your face, in your body language,” I said softly, “You love your husband, but he is not fulfilling your needs. He is not giving you what, deep down inside, you know you want, what you know you need.”

“And what do I need?” Nafīsah Salmān asked in an equally soft voice.

“You need a Hindu man who can match your Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān sensuality, someone who can bring out your sexual beast, someone who can make you come, and make you come again and again,” I smiled, “Be honest with yourself. Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not that man, is he?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan‘s a good, decent man, and we are quite happy together,” Nafīsah Salmān said, trying to work up some righteous Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān indignation, but failing miserably.

“I don’t doubt that for a moment,” I said, “But you’re not happy with your sex life, are you? How long had it been, Nafīsah Salmān, since you really and truly had great sex with Imām Muħammad Ħasan? How long had it been since he made you come?”

“Durgesh, what are you saying?” Nafīsah Salmān asked. She wanted me to be direct, “Are you saying that you can do what Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t?”

“Me, or someone like me,” I said, “Face it, Nafīsah Salmān. You want me, and I want you. You want the kind of sex that drives you beyond the boundaries of passion, and you’re not getting it at home. I can take you there, but only if you’re willing to go. You are one of the sexiest, most beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women I have ever come across, and I’ve had countless of them. I want very much to please you, to give you the kind of passion you deserve.”

It was true.

Nafīsah Salmān wanted me, wanted the kind of sex Nafīsah Salmān had always dreamed about, but hadn’t gotten in a very long time.

But Nafīsah Salmān wasn’t ready to pull the trigger, wasn’t quite ready to cheat on her husband.

“Durgesh,” Nafīsah Salmān said finally, after we had stared at each other for long, pregnant seconds, “You’re a handsome Hindu man, one of the sexiest Hindu men I’ve ever met. I’ve no doubt that you can give me what you say I need. But I’m married to a good man that I love, and I’m just not ready to cheat on my husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”

I let the matter drop right then, as we ordered dessert.

But as Nafīsah Salmān was standing on the street with me, waiting for the valet to bring her car around, I pulled Nafīsah Salmān to me and kissed her.

And, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Nafīsah Salmān responded, kissing me back with a great deal of her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān enthusiasm.

“When the time is right, and you’re ready, you’ll know,” Nafīsah Salmān said softly, after we broke our embrace, “I’ll see you tomorrow. You get plenty of rest. You have a big day ahead of you.”

Nafīsah Salmān and I played it cool the rest of that trip, since the top brass from her company flew over the next day to sign the contract.

It was her first big success, and Nafīsah Salmān was the star of the company for the moment.

As autumn descended, Nafīsah Salmān found herself wrestling with her conscience.

She was battling, really, between her loyalty to Imām Muħammad Ħasan and her desire for me.

Nafīsah Salmān made two more trips to Jabalpur before she finally succumbed to the temptation and accepted the sexual satisfaction I was offering her.

Both times, Nafīsah Salmān was in Jabalpur, she went out with me on more than one occasion.

I took Nafīsah Salmān to a play, to a late-night dinner at one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants, and we went to several nightclubs, including one where we danced until the morning.

Nafīsah Salmān wasn’t much on dancing, so Nafīsah Salmān had the time of her life.

And not once did I try anything sexual toward Nafīsah Salmān, although when we danced, our bodies were molded as one, and Nafīsah Salmān could feel my Hindu hardness poking into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān abdomen.

Nafīsah Salmān was sure I could feel her rock-hard nipples.

Nafīsah Salmān’s resistance was crumbling, and I knew it.

Finally, in November, Nafīsah Salmān was told she would be going to Jabalpur for four days to consult with my company on implementing details in the contract, and Nafīsah Salmān knew in her gut that this was it.

The night before Nafīsah Salmān left, she enticed Imām Muħammad Ħasan into bed early, hoping against hope that he would do something that would light her passion and make her forget about me.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was very attentive that night, very loving, but in the end, it was the same old, same old.

He came way before Nafīsah Salmān was anywhere close to a climax, then rolled over and fell asleep.

Like always.

As he snored in blissful ignorance, Nafīsah Salmān actually held her in her arms and cried, because she knew that when she came back from this trip, Nafīsah Salmān would be a changed woman.

She would be an adulteress.

When Nafīsah Salmān got to Jabalpur, though, her course was set, and it was unbelievable.

Nafīsah Salmān thought Imām Muħammad Ħasan was ready for some good sex, but nothing could have prepared him for what Nafīsah Salmān experienced that first night with me.

Nafīsah Salmān arrived that morning, and was driven straight to my building.

Of course, I met her, and Nafīsah Salmān could tell that the time had come.

We took care of some business for several hours, then we adjourned fairly early in the afternoon.

On their way out of the conference room, Nafīsah Salmān made it a point to catch up to me.

Nafīsah Salmān looked me straight in the eye.

“How would you like to meet me for dinner at my hotel?” Nafīsah Salmān asked, “Say about 7 o’clock?”

I just arched my eyebrows at the time, for it was considerably earlier than our usual dates, and it was the first time that Nafīsah Salmān had initiated an evening together.

“Seven o’clock it is,” I said, and shook my hand, but then held it for a long second, “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” Nafīsah Salmān answered eager to be on her way.

Nafīsah Salmān’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was drooling, her clit was throbbing and her heart was pounding at the prospect of sex with me. I would be the first man in her life other than Imām Muħammad Ħasan to fuck her, and now that Nafīsah Salmān had set her course, she couldn’t wait.

On her way back to the hotel, Nafīsah Salmān stopped at a boutique and bought a dress that had caught her eye earlier that day, a short, sexy number that left very little to the imagination.

Nafīsah Salmān went back to her room and drew a bath, and while she was in the warm water, Nafīsah Salmān took a disposable razor and a pair of scissors and severely trimmed back her pubic bush.

Nafīsah Salmān usually kept it pretty trim anyway, so there was nothing out of the ordinary about the way it looked.

When Nafīsah Salmān was finished, she slipped on the dress, a pair of thigh-highs and her high heels.

Nafīsah Salmān wore nothing else.

Nafīsah Salmān wanted there to be no mistaking her intentions when she met me that evening.

Nafīsah Salmān did her makeup in exquisite detail, methodically brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair, then called up to room service for a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses.

After the champagne had been delivered, Nafīsah Salmān stopped for a moment in front of the mirror and looked deep into he own eyes.

The expression on her face was a little inscrutable.

There was excitement, apprehension, some guilt and a little sadness.

Nafīsah Salmān was about to break her marriage vows, willingly and her emotions were in turmoil.

Then Nafīsah Salmān sighed heavily, took a deep breath and walked out to face the future.

Nafīsah Salmān could feel the stares of every man she encountered on her way to the hotel bar, where she was to meet me.

Somehow, this gave her a thrill, to know that she could have that effect on men.

It was – and remains – an intoxicating feeling to have strange men lust after her, and it was one of the factors that had driven Nafīsah Salmān in her adultery.

I was already in the bar when Nafīsah Salmān arrived, and her eyes sparkled as I swept my gaze up and down her body.

We embraced, and we kissed, long and slow, with lots of tongue.

Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t remember ever being that horny.

After a glass of wine, we went to dinner, and Nafīsah Salmān ate light.

Truthfully, Nafīsah Salmān was so nervous, she couldn’t have eaten much anyway.

While we sat at the secluded corner booth, Nafīsah Salmān finally set about learning a little bit about me.

I had grown up in India.

I myself had founded the company.

I had started it as a teenager in the mailroom.

I  worked at every level in the company, learning the business inside and out.

Along the way, I had been married and not divorced.

I explained candidly that monogamy wasn’t for me.

If I saw a woman I liked, I invariably pursued her, and I always had several girlfriends, most of them being Musalmān Beauties.

Nevertheless, I was always on good terms with my unmarried Musalmān wives/sex partners.

They had been generously dealt with, and I was fairly active in the lives of my sons by all of my ‘wives’ whether duly married with me or not.

Finally, dinner was finished, and there wasn’t much left to say.

We were sitting next to each other, and my hand fell onto her thigh.

Nafīsah Salmān’s fingers just brushed the subtle outline of my Uncut Hindu Cock, as we just sort of melded together and kissed.

Nafīsah Salmān lost herself in my lips and tongue, and I felt my hands slide around her back, which was naked save for the straps that held her dress tightly across her unfettered breasts.

My eyes were dewy when we broke our embrace.

“Would you like to come up to my room for a nightcap?” Nafīsah Salmān whimpered.

“Of course, my dear,” I answered softly.

Just the way I talked and the way I looked at her made Nafīsah Salmān’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gush.

Right there under the tablecloth, I slid a hand up her thigh to the hot delta between her legs.

My fingers brushed her labia and caressed her clit, which was standing fat and tall.

Nafīsah Salmān groaned when I penetrated her with my middle finger, as I kissed her again, and her hips lurched forward, trying to capture as much of my invading digit as possible.

“You are so hot,” I whimpered, panting as we broke again, “Let me show you what I can do for you.”

Nafīsah Salmān barely remembered signing the check, hardly recalled walking arm-in-arm with me to her room.

It wasn’t until we closed the door and came together in a passionate embrace that her focus returned.

Nafīsah Salmān molded her body to her, almost dry-humping her soon-to-be lover.

Nafīsah Salmān could feel the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and she cooed in response.

Nafīsah Salmān wanted me right then, worse than she’d wanted anything, in her whole life.

At length, we broke apart again, and that was when she discovered the bucket of ice, with the champagne bottle chilling.

I sauntered over to the desk where Nafīsah Salmān had set the bucket containing the bottle.

I stopped shortly to pull off her jacket, which I draped over a chair, and to pull off my tie.

I looked and acted like I owned the place, which, Nafīsah Salmān guessed, I did.

Then Nafīsah Salmān skillfully opened the bottle and filled her glass with the sparkling elixir.

She filled my glass with juice.

We toasted each other, and Nafīsah Salmān downed her glass pretty much in one huge gulp, while I took several sips of my glass before setting it down and pulling Nafīsah Salmān to me.

Again, we kissed, but this time our hands were busy.

I quickly loosened the straps of her dress and it fell to the floor, revealing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nakedness to my gaze.

I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt, then unhooked my belt and let my slacks fall.

We both gasped at our first sight of each other in an almost-naked condition.

Nafīsah Salmān could hear an audible intake of breath as I drank in her body.

Nafīsah Salmān was not bragging when she said that she had a splendid body.

She worked hard to keep herself trim and fit, and there wasn’t an ounce of excess anywhere on her.

Nafīsah Salmān had slender; dancer’s legs; a round, shapely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and her tits were just full enough to be enticing without being floppy.

Yes, it was a nice body, and it had been her ticket into a world of hardcore sex that she could have only imagined just a few years ago.

But Nafīsah Salmān had to say that her body was every bit as enticing as any fantasy I could have had.

My chest was well defined, with a dark carpet of hair that gave me a tremendously manly look.

I had a bulg to die for, and powerful legs.

And between those legs, sprouting from the hole in my boxer shorts, was a beautiful, well-sculpted Uncut Hindu Cock.

Until that moment, Nafīsah Salmān had only laid eyes on one hard dick other than Imām Muħammad Ħasan‘s, and that was when she was a teenager and accidentally walked in the bathroom one time when her Abbū was jacking off.

Her Abbū wasn’t nearly as big as either Imām Muħammad Ħasan or Durgesh.

And I had Imām Muħammad Ħasan beaten in the girth department.

“This is what you do to me,” I whimpered as I slid my underwear to the floor.

Nafīsah Salmān had to touch it, had to play with it, had to feel its pulsing power.

She stroked my Hindu meat softly, slowly, while I filled my hands with her tits, and rolled her nipples between my fingers.

One could have cut glass with her nipples, that’s how hard they were.

But better was in store, for I slid a hand between her legs and softly massaged her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, slipping my fingers between her bubbling labia and curling my thumb around her obscenely bloated clit.

Nafīsah Salmān gasped and groaned in pleasure as she surrendered to me.

Gone was any feeling of guilt or sadness.

Nafīsah Salmān wanted to wallow in her wickedness, to revel in her sin.

I was climbing higher and higher as I kissed her hard while I fingered her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Before Nafīsah Salmān could cum, though, I backed away.

Nafīsah Salmān drained her glass of champagne then bent down to remove my socks, which were all I had left on.

She poured her another glass and Nafīsah Salmān gulped it down just like the first.

Nafīsah Salmān knew the heady liquor would go to her head, but that was what she wanted.

I realized immediately that irrespective of her immense physical need, Nafīsah Salmān was still fighting with her conscience.

Nafīsah Salmān was still a better wife than Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a husband.

Nafīsah Salmān was still loyal to her immensely incompetent husband.

What a miracle it was!

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was also a modern highly educated Musalmān.

Yet he never understood what his eversexy, yet still Panjvaqtā Namazī, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife wanted from him.

He never even tried to.

He always took it for granted that Nafīsah Salmān was his wife and she must be faithful to him.

“Lie back on the bed,” I said, “I want to make you come.”

Nafīsah Salmān didn’t need any more urging.

She pulled the covers back and lay on her back, her legs spread lewdly.

She still had on her stockings and her heels.

Nafīsah Salmān thought that gave her just the right touch of sluttiness.

She could not forgive herself still now for what she was doing.

Chapter 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

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. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. 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

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sixty One Eighteen in love-10

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

I stopped in surprise with my Uncut Hindu Penis embedded deepest in the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd seemed to turn herself inside out as she attempted to hide my Uncut Hindu Penis into her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and cover her wet nakedness, all the while yelling and sputtering.

“What the –Hell! Allah! Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an! What were you –! Get out! You can’t be here! You can’t see us like this!” Al Nasīm Al Waħīd seemed to shout all of these words at the same time.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an’s face was screwed up with panic.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an suddenly had doubts about what she had just done, but she couldn’t stop now.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had to have me.

She didn’t answer Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

Instead, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an addressed me.

“Dad – it’s okay,” she told me in a voice that tried to sound both soothing and seductive. “I want to be here. I want to be with you in place of my Ammījān’s worst enemy, if you can’t live without a willing Musalmān Beauty.”

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd stopped struggling but covered my erection with both of her buttocks buried into my nude Hindu lap.

She stared at Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an in disbelief.

“You can’t be in here! We can’t –”

“You can!” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an interrupted. “Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an is an adult now, Dad, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an is allowed to make her own decisions. And I’ve decided I want you. Can you honestly tell me that you don’t want me too? Wasn’t it I you were just thinking about when you are fucking her even?”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was moving toward us now, a mischievous smile on her face.

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd seemed to shrink against me.

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an I didn’t try to leave, and she was starting to steal glances downward at my wet, naked form.

“That’s it, Dad, take a nice look as I’m doing boldly. I know you’ve been watching me from the window, and it turns me on to know that you’re hot for your little Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl.”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was inches away from me now, and she started running her hands over my strong shoulders and arms.

I was being tortured, in her opinion!

Here was one of my beloveds’ only child, naked before me, practically begging to be fucked.

Yet, I was still not as still not as a statue, every muscle rigid.

My eyes, even yet, were perfectly able to look into Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an’s.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an ran her hands across my chest and around to my back, delighting at the feel of my skin, bemused at my inner struggle, in her opinion.

She didn’t know how wrong she was.

I was furious at her disturbance, not ashamed of me.

The silhouette she saw was not mine at all.

It was that of Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

She was eager to watch Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an to what extent she could go.

Would she go to the extent to call her Ammījān even?

“Tell her, Daddy. Tell her the truth. You want me as much as I want you, in her place. Maybe more,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an cooed as her hands slid down my slippery back toward my hard little butt.

She leaned in to me and started kissing my neck and upper chest while pressing her teenage flesh against me.

“Ohhhhh, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an,” he said gravely. “I can’t believe this is happening. I swear I never would have –”

“But you wanted to, didn’t you Dad?”

“Well, yes. You are too beautiful. I couldn’t help but look at you. I’ve been trying not to, but you’re so beautiful. I can hardly keep my eyes off you.”

“You don’t have to anymore,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an answered in a near whimper.

Looking me straight in the eyes, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an I moved her hands around to my Hindu crotch.

I gently grasped her hands and moved them away from my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Finally, after a month of fantasizing about this moment, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an took my sex into her hands.

Her left hand cupped and stroked my heavy balls.

The palm of her right hand began sliding along the underside of my shaft.

I had lost part of my erection in surprise.

But I could feel it getting longer and harder in her hands now, and it was everything I wanted.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an and I both looked down at the same time to watch her hands feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.

I sighed with contentment and began to stroke her hair.

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd smiled.

I had already managed to explode deepest into her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She was mighty glad.

“Best of luck, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, my dear.” Al Nasīm Al Waħīd wished her, “I’m not your Ammījān’s enemy. She’s mine. However, enjoy. Durgesh, fuck her as much as she wants. Remember, please, that even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Fuck her. Satisfy her. I’ll see you afterwards.”

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd took shower majestically, dressed herself and left us wishing again a happy union.

“Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, honey, that feels so good. I can’t believe you’re touching me this way.”I smiled.

“This is just the beginning, Dad. Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an is gonna make you cum so hard you’ll pass out.”

“Where did you get that potty mouth, little girl?” I asked with a laugh. “I thought your Ammījān  taught you better manners than that.”

“I do have good manners, Daddy. I promise I won’t talk with my mouth full.”

My eyes widened and mouth gaped at her words, knowing what was about to happen.

I watched in delight as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an dropped to her knees in front of me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was inches from her face, throbbing and twitching with excitement.

I brushed her hair aside and looked up at her, remembering that guys of all ages love that.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an grasped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and realized that her fingers couldn’t quite reach all the way around the thick Hindu meat.

Then Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly, teasingly dragged her tongue against the sensitive underside of my Hindu shaft, all the way from the base to the head.

I gasped and groaned with delight as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an kept licking my Uncut Hindu Prick like a popsicle.

My hands gently stroked her hair as I watched her taste my Uncut Hindu Cock for the first time.

Her tongue danced its way up to the swollen head and swirled around it for a few moments.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had never been so fucking hot in all her life.

She was acting out her forbidden fantasy, the one that kept her awake and stroking her clit at night for the past several weeks.

Her nipples were almost painfully erect, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an used her left hand to squeeze and pull at them.

The sensation was like lightning bolts of pleasure, racing from her tits down to her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was so ready to be fucked, but willing to wait and show me how much she could please me.

Looking up at her once more, I parted her lips and eased the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an began bobbing her head up and down, taking a little more of my shaft inside her each time.

My thick Uncut Hindu Prick stretched the lips of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and I wasn’t sure she could get it all in.

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was horny and determined.

Little by little, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an forced more of my Hindu meat inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth until she nearly gagged.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was proud of herself for nearly deep-throating me, and she was obviously in fucking heaven.

Ever the gentleman, I never pushed her head down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

But I couldn’t keep my hips from thrusting against her eager Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, and it turned her on even more to feel me losing control of my lust.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an started to hear it too.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl,” I groaned. “Suck My Uncut Hindu Cock. Take it all it. Suck it! Oh fuck! I can’t believe you’re sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an loved hearing my dirty talk, and she would have joined me.

But she couldn’t bear to take her lips away from my amazing Uncut Hindu Dick, and she couldn’t wait to make me explode.

So Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an just kept moaning in pleasure and smiling as much as her stretched lips would allow.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t know how I lasted as long as I did, but my Uncut Hindu Cock impossibly swelled even thicker.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an realized just as I warned her,

“Baby, oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I can’t hold off any more. Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, I gonna cum!”

Her naughty fantasies always had her swallowing every drop of my Hindu cum.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an suddenly had the urge to watch her blow my load and feel it splashing into her open mouth.

She pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock from her lips and began squeezing and jacking it with her hand.

It was literally dripping with her saliva and my pre-cum as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an stroked it.

“I want to see it, Daddy,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an smiled. “I want you to cum all over into my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth openly! Come on, give it to me!”

Her hand was pumping furiously as I was cussing and groaning and calling her name.

Finally my whole body tensed, and a second later the first stream of cum shot out of my swollen Uncut Hindu Prick-head.

The first one was a thin strand that landed on the base of her tongue.

I adjusted my Uncut Hindu Cock and tilted her head back as I kept ejaculating.

The second, third and fourth blasts were thick ropes of my Hindu cum that landed into Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an’s open, eagerly awaiting, Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth more and caught every drop of my Hindu seed on her tongue.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an instantly loved the taste of my Hindu sperm, and again sank her head down on my spasming Uncut Hindu Cock.

Several more loads shot into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān mouth and down her throat, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an happily swallowed every bit.

“Fuck, yes!” I grunted. “Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, you little Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān slut! Swallow my Hindu cum. Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God! You are so fucking hot, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an!”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an literally sucked me dry, and my entire body slumped.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t pass out as she promised, but her knees buckled and she had to catch herself on the wall of the shower.

“You like?” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an asked with a grin, then licked her lips.

I smiled only.

“That was amazing, Dad! I can’t believe how much cum you made for me. That must have been a quart!”

“I can’t believe it either, honey. I’ve never cum so hard. It was all you, baby.”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an shivered hard, and we both realized that the shower was quickly getting cold.

Without another word, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an helped herself rinse the sperm off her face and out of her mouth.

Her body was still shaking as I wrapped her in a large, soft towel.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an shook partly with excitement, partly with cold.

But she knew I would soon take care of both.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an lay on the bed like a gift to her loving Hindu father.

Naked young Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān skin wrapped in a fluffy white towel, hair cool and damp, Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy warm and wet.

I sat on the bed beside her, wearing only a matching towel around my waist.

My left hand supported my weight on the mattress as my right hand gently stroked her cheek.

As I gazed at my body, I wondered why Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an hadn’t noticed earlier.

My tanned skin, nearly hairless chest, muscles well defined from years of dedicated workouts.

But as her eyes lifted to my face, I saw it etched with gravity.

“Daddy… please don’t be upset,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an urged me.

She tried to keep her voice relaxed and soothing to calm my jangled nerves.

“Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, I… we…”

“Snap out of it, Dad!” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an pleaded.

Sitting up next to me, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an looked me in the eye and told me the entire story of the past month.

How she accidentally caught me in the shower, found herself incredibly turned on and made it her mission to seduce me.

“Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was not a child or a virgin anymore. But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was not a slut either. And I don’t have some psycho ‘daddy’ fetish. I love you very much, and want to please you. I obviously did.”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an and I shared a smirk at that last comment, but Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wasn’t finished fighting her urges.

Somehow, that resistance made her desire me even more.

“But I think” I argued, “I should have stopped you. I should have controlled myself.”

“Nonsense, Durgesh darling,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an smiled, and told me firmly, “What just happened, is exactly what I wanted to happen. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens.”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an leaned into me, planting several soft kisses on my lips.

I was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned her embrace.

Emboldened, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an kissed me more forcefully, more like a lover would.

Gradually my lips softened and opened, and our tongues met.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an draped her arms over my shoulders while her tongue explored my mouth.

I felt the towel loosen and drop to expose her tits.

The cool air reached her still-damp skin and hardened her nipples.

Then as I broke our embrace and leaned back, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an realized that she had pulled the towel open.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could almost feel the heat from my lusty gaze as my eyes traveled across her excellent Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

I tugged at the towel around her waist and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an raised her hips, allowing me to remove it completely.

“You are so beautiful,” I slowly whimpered. “You look so… perfect.” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an beamed at the compliment and lay back on the bed to give me a full view of her magnificent Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an did not feel the least bit embarrassed or exposed.

Being naked beneath me felt… natural.

“It’s all for you, Daddy,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an purred. “Please touch me. I want your hands on me.”

My resistance gone, I bent down and kissed her with full, pent-up passion.

My lips then worked their way across her face, nibbled her ear lobe and kissed their way down her neck.

My right hand gently caressed the skin of her legs, belly and back.

I wasn’t touching her breasts or Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound just yet.

I was a patient lover, perhaps because I was fresh off a huge orgasm.

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was aching for release and tried to speed me along.

She reached underneath my towel and searched out my wonderful Uncut Hindu Prick.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was surprised to find it already rock-hard once again.

As if to make sure I stayed in control, I moved her body further down the bed, my Uncut Hindu Cock just out of her reach.

I bent my head down to her nipples and kissed them lovingly.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an felt a surge of electricity that caused her to arch her back, forcing her hard nipples against my mouth.

“Kiss them, Durgesh,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an stopped calling me ‘Dad’, after all I was too her Hindu lover now, she was not alone in love with me anymore, “Kiss my tits! Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah!! that feels soooooo good, Durgesh darling.”

I swirled my tongue around her big rosy areolas and kissed hard on one nipple while I squeezed the other.

It was too much!

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an bucked her hips and shoved my face into her chest as a small orgasm shook her body.

Gentle waves of pleasure rolled over her and she couldn’t help but reach down and rub her clit to prolong the feeling.

“Oh, you’re ready, aren’t you baby?” her extremely experienced Hindu lover smiled with a bemused look on my face.

With that, I slithered down the bed, making a trail of kisses down her breasts, belly button and upper thighs.

I raised her knees and leg.

Her legs fell open for me.

I draped one leg across my shoulder and back and simply stared for a moment at my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān girl’s neatly trimmed Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I gasped. “I’ve rarely seen anything so beautiful, so sexy. You are amazing, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an.”

I kissed the insides of her sleek, tanned thighs just as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an imagined I would.

I placed kisses on her furry little mound and the outer lips of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Then I used my thumbs to open her flower, and began rubbing the inner folds.

Her lust was out of control now.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an gripped the bed sheets and tossed her head in pleasure.

I caught a glimpse of her, and realized Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had a nearly full view of our Ashvinātam scene in the mirrored closet doors.

I enjoyed watching us for a moment reveling in the nasty, forbidden sight of a Hindu kissing a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young woman’s delicate young Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

It was at this moment that my lips clamped down on her clitoris, sending her over the cliff.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me tightly into her sex, humping my talented mouth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! ! Fuck yesssss!” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an shrieked as I rubbed on her clit and flicked it repeatedly with my tongue. “Fuck me Durgesh! Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! ! ! Yes — Fuck my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy! Ooooooooh! You’re making me cum! Yessssss!”

Taking that as a cue, I slipped a finger inside her snatch and fucked her while I kept rubbing her clit.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was thrashing on the bed, howling in delight.
Her orgasm roared through her like a hurricane or freight train or some other huge, powerful force.

Crashing waves pounded her against the bed as she released a month of pent-up need and desire.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could vaguely feel juices flowing from her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as she came.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t know if it was a series of orgasms or just one terrific one.

But it seemed to last for precious, perfect hours before she finally began to come down to earth.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an struggled to catch her breath as her body twitched in aftershocks.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an opened her eyes as I was lovingly once again kissing her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound and thighs.

I crawled back up next to her.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was grinning wide.

“How’re you feeling, babe?” I asked tenderly.

“That was… the best ever,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an stumbled. Not usually at a loss for words, she simply couldn’t think of a higher compliment. “I’ve never felt anything like that, Durgesh darling. That was unbelievable.”

I stroked her hair out of her flushed face, and we just lay together for a few minutes catching our breath.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an glanced down to see my long, fat Uncut Hindu Cock fully erect.

It was twitching with anticipation and dribbling with pre-cum.

She looked up to see me gazing into her eyes with fatherly love — and most unfatherly lust.

“Durgesh, were you going to fuck me now?” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an asked in a teasing, childlike voice.

She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know, Durgesh,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an continued, “I’ve never seen anything so big before. Are you sure it’s supposed to fit in there?”

We both laughed, but Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could see the little-extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl act was turning me on furiously.

“Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, I’m not so sure, darling.” I teased, “maybe it’s just too large. Maybe we’ll have to try someday when you’re a bit older.”

“Not so fast, pops,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, answered.

Sitting up quickly on the bed, she swung a leg over me and pinned my shoulders.

“You’re not getting out of this, Durgesh, so easily. You’re going to ease that celebrated big Uncut Hindu Cock of your’s inside me and fuck me until we both, Hindu husband and Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wife from now on, collapse.”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an lifted one leg up so we both had a clear view as she grasped the base of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick and aimed it toward her snatch.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an lowered herself until I felt the swollen Hindu head against her equally swollen Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān folds.

Rocking her hips for a moment, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an savored the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Dick rubbing against her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

I could actually see her juices starting to run down my shaft.

Inch by inch, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an lowered her body down onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

We both gasped as my amazing Hindu thickness stretched her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips apart.

I was filling her completely, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was astounded at how much my Uncut Hindu Penis differed from the young Uncut Hindu Pricks of her Hindu boyfriends.

The fit was incredibly tight, but my Uncut Hindu Cock gradually worked inside with the help of her slow rocking and her oozing wet snatch.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an balanced herself by placing her hands on either side of My head.

As Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an kept moving her hips, forcing more and more of my huge Uncut Hindu Dick inside her, her tits swung tantalizingly in my face.

I stroked and kissed her nipples as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an settled down fully on my nude Hindu lap.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was completely buried inside her now, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had never felt such intense heat and pleasure in her life.

We both just stopped for a moment, enjoying the sensations of our first fuck.

“You are an amazing young woman, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an,” I told her. “I still can’t believe this is happening. Hell, I can’t believe you want this to happen. You are so beautiful, so incredibly hot and sexy. And you’re fucking me!”

“The key word here is ‘fucking,'” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an answered with a dirty grin.

She raised her hips up until only the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock was inside her.

Then Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slammed down again, screaming out at the delicious stab from my long, hard shaft.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an ground against my lap so the base of my Uncut Hindu Prick rubbed her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an and I were moaning and gasping with delight as she began working her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy up and down and around my magnificent Hindu erection.

I remembered the mirror and pointed to it.

We were greeted with the sight of a hot young teenage extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl riding my Uncut Hindu Cock, tits bouncing, hips thrusting, ass cheeks quivering.

We were the stars in a big-screen, high-def porno flick.

We watched ourselves fuck for several amazing hours.

Hours!

Not minutes!

Her best friend Kulsūm was right on both points — older Hindu guys could last a lot longer, and knew how to please their teen Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beloveds.

Kulsūm had to be so jealous if she could see us now.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an turned her attention back to me when she felt another orgasm begin to boil over.

“You fuck me so good, Durgesh,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an told me, assuming I loved her dirty talk. “You’re gonna make me come again. Don’t stop fucking me… oh, make me cum… yesssss!”

I released her breasts and planted my hands on her waist.

I forced my Uncut Hindu Cock deeper inside her as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an arched her back.

With each thrust my thick shaft rubbed her sensitive Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! ! ! Oh fuck! I! I! Ohhhhhhhh!” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an moaned.

I could feel her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy clamp down on me, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock and flooding it with her juices.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was in a cold sweat as another powerful orgasm rocked and rocked.

When Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an finally began to come down from her peak, she realized that I was still buried deepest inside her.

I was fucking her slowly and surely, allowing her to enjoy the sensational pleasure.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an collapsed onto my chest and buried her face against my neck, panting and gasping, fully satisfied.

I allowed her to catch her breath and then rolled us over on the bed, my Uncut Hindu Prick still planted in her deepest.

I smiled and looked down at our beautiful Ashvinātam coupling.

My Uncut Hindu Cock looked and felt massive inside her, and my face was full of lust.

“Your turn to cum,” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an told me as she rubbed her hands across my sweaty chest. “Come on, Durgesh darling, fuck me hard!”

It was as if Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an flipped a switch as I transformed from patient, tender lover to wild fucking beast.

I began thrusting into her, slow but hard, making the bed rock and her tits bob on her chest.

Every stroke sent shivers through her body.

As Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an urged me on, I gradually increased the speed and power of my fucking.

Her legs were widely splayed, feet in midair as I hammered her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy again and again.

“Ohhhhh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I finally groaned after complete seven hours of nonstop fucking.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an’s eyes were wide with incredible amazement.

I could still fuck her so much?

Non stop?

For seven hours more?

Allah!

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an would never marry anyone else!

She wants Durgesh.

She too wants Durgesh now forever!

live in relationship?

OK.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an does agree.

“Oh fuck, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, I gonna cum! You’re making me cum baby, my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān girl!”

“Do it Durgesh! Harder!” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an pleaded.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock swell impossibly larger.

“Fuck me good, Durgesh! Fill me up deepest! I want to enjoy the shoot always inside me deepest. Will you please?”

My long strokes became sharp stabs as I felt the first jet of cum deep inside her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was moaning and cussing and calling me name as another and another load of my Hindu cum shot into her.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could feel the intense warmth of my Hindu sperm as it bathed her inner walls and touched off yet another climax.

“Fuck, Durgesh , Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an is cumming again!” she moaned as her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I humped her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab  Sunni Musalmān Clit against the base of my ejaculating Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was less intense than her last two orgasms, but I was delighted to join her at the heights of our great Ashvinātam coupling.

Afterward we lay together on the bed, our legs entwined and My Uncut Hindu Cock slowly shrinking inside her.

Again I caressed her face and whimpered gushing compliments that Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an never tired of hearing.

“Can you believe we just did that?” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an asked me, not needing an answer. Not needing anything but me inside her.

She must have gone crazy.

An eighteen-year Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young woman!

So intense in love with a sixty-one years old Hindu?

Allah!

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could not believe herself she forced me to fuck her.

She blackmailed me to fuck her.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

As Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an nestled against me she felt fully satisfied, fully fucked.

And hungry.

It was dinnertime, and still only Friday evening.

This would be one hell of a weekend with Durgesh.

Chapter 11

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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. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. 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

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sixty One Eighteen in love-9

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was so excited and naïve, all of 28 and I was fucking her so beautifully that soon she could begin to feel those sensations building up inside her.

I could not help it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had decided to keep live in relationship with me forever.

“I don’t want to go away anywhere from this house, Durgesh darling.”

I was not her ‘daddy’ anymore.

I was her ‘Durgesh darling’ now even though she was only 28 now and I had already completed my 61.

“Naåīmah!”

“We are now husband and wife, as my Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān and you are.”

“Naåīmah, you are 28 only.”

“So what?”

“I’m already 61.”

“It’s immaterial.”

“But—”

“In foreign countries, there’s it is normal now that even the teenager Beauties have live in relationship with experienced mature men.”

“They are after their money.”I said curtly, “Are you too?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Why not?”

“Naåīmah!”

“I’m not a saint. I also need money.”

“Your Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān, is herself a millionaire now. You don’t need to maintain a live in relationship with me even for money.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.

Durgesh darling, my Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān, is only a millionaire. You are a Multibillionaire. There isn’t any comparison even.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan normally was only able to do that with her own fingers or from being orally stimulated.

Never just from having my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.

But luckily, that night she never had such problems.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wondering what the experience of having my Uncut Hindu Penis would feel like.

She’d heard so much about what it would be like.

And now here she was straddling her own Hindu father and his beautiful long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

For a few minutes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been on the brink but had held herself back.

Now she was ready to go over the top.

So she closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite feelings brought on by my subtle upward Hindu thrusts.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pictured that long handsome Uncut Hindu Cock of mine completely filling her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal canal, pushing back the walls with my thrusts, the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock slamming against her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb as She rode me.

The image of all that was so wonderfully intimate, and yet so obscenely twisted, knowing that it was not the tip of any old Uncut Hindu Penis pressing against her cervix, but mine!

When she was right on the brink of her pleasure spasm, as she was now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan liked to have her partner stop moving.

That’s when she just wanted my whole Hindu thing inside her as I made all the moves.

So that’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did, sinking her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt over the full length of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pressing down so I was buried inside her, filling her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.

“I’m close, dad, I’m almost there…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gasped, pressing down on it hard, twisting her pelvis to massage her twat with my Uncut Hindu Cock, just the way she always thought it should be.

“Any second, dad, any second…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan panted, beads of sweat pouring off her forehead.

She looked down at me.

I was staring up at her intently, knowing She was about to explode.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was about to climax, impaled on my big Uncut Hindu Cock!

In the first wave of passion-fueled lust, I caught her furiously.

The orgasm was so intense that combined with the inebriation Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t sure where she was.

I was straining, pulling her by the hips with my hands down hard into my body as I released.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had never felt so ‘hot cum splashing’ inside, but she did feel a tide of warmth and wetness surge from her, coating both our bodies.

Her cum brought a secondary after- shock raging through her and we squirmed against each other, groin-to-groin.

Then came the next wave washing over her and I felt my come pouring into her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was feeling delirious and stated to shake.

She planted herself firmly down on my groin and paused, which seemed to make her feel the pulsations of my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock spewing every last bit into her.

Slowly she lifted herself off me and lay beside me, immediately taking hold of my Uncut Hindu Cock, as hard as ever and now slick and wet from her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and my come.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan held it in her hand, her head settled on my chest, as it slowly softened, marveling at how beautiful it all was.

We both drifted off probably within minutes, partly from the lust.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could barely remember how she ended up on top of me, on my couch, late on a cold, rainy Saturday night.

Next, she remembered waking up, I stirring in my bedroom.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was sore and had come encrusted in her bush and on her fatigued thighs.

She smelled of sex.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided she should put her shirt and sweat pants on.***

The moment Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an caught her Hindu father, Durgesh, fucking her Ammījān’s worst enemy, Nasīm Waħīd, was the moment Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an knew she would fuck me.

Or at least try.

Her Ammījān especially requested her Hindu father, Durgesh, not to fuck her worst enemy, Nasīm Waħīd.

Nasīm Waħīd was her best friend.

Yet, she criticized Nādirah Ħabīb for leaving her husband.

“You are criticizing me, because Aslam Waħīd is your elder brother.” Her Ammījān, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, charged Nasīm Waħīd.

“Of course, that’s the reason.” Nasīm Waħīd rejoined, “What do you think? I’d honor you for your infidelity?”

“My infidelity?” Her Ammījān, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, was angry, “My infidelity? Didn’t we both fucked Durgesh, even when I was not married to your bastard elder brother, Aslam Waħīd?”

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd cooled down somewhat.

“Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb! That was another matter.”

“Oh, that was another matter? That was another matter?? May I ask why?” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb asked sarcastically.

“Till we are not married, we can enjoy our life as we damn please. But when we marry, it’s our duty to be loyal to our husband.”

“Even if he isn’t loyal to me?”

“Well, he can marry four Musalmān Beauties legally.”

“I don’t agree with you.” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thundered at Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

It was exactly two days after Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an turned 18.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had only about six weeks left in high school, and was staying with me on a lazy, sunny Saturday.

The day was unusually warm, allowing her to get a head start on her summer tan.

I had been watching mowing the lawn.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an watched me while she sunned and listened to her iPod.

I was wearing gym shorts and a loose tank top, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an remembered vaguely thinking that her 61-year-old Hindu father was surprisingly not aging at all.

I ate sensibly, and left for work early five days a week so I could hit the gym.

I was nicely built, and barely broke a sweat even when pushing the mower around in 80-degree heat.

A couple of her girlfriends called me a DILF.

Kulsūm, her best friend since elementary school, was the most blatant about it.

She told her straight up that she wondered what it would be like to get it on with her Hindu dad.

Older guys like Durgesh are supposed to be the best,” she told her matter-of-factly. “They last a lot longer, and they’re mature and experienced enough to give us teenager Musalmān Beauties more pleasure.”

I was a veteran television celebrity even.

I had so many television reporters too, my girl friends that worked for one of the local network affiliates.

Kulsūm was a self-professed groupie who lusted after me whenever she saw me on TV.

And it was actually every now and then.

“I’d like to surprise Durgesh during one of his live reports, drop to my knees and give him a blow job,” she joked one time. “Do you think he’d stay professional on camera during that?”

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an chastised Kulsūm for being so rude and dirty, though Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was strangely proud that I had such a hot young secret admirer.

But even after that revelation, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t really think of me in a sexual way.

Anyway, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had the music pretty loud, and was not aware of my presence until I intentionally blocked the late afternoon sun from her face.

“Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an!” I shouted.

I waited until Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an removed the earphones. “I’m finished with the grass. As soon as I get cleaned up, I’ll start on dinner.”

“Cool, Dad, thanks.” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was not much of a cook, but I appreciated the fact that she tried to supervise the cooking.

We had a great relationship, even though we were not real father and daughter.

Most of my such half daughters were already maintaining their live in relationship with me.

They boldly refused to leave me ever.

“I hate even the concept that the daughters must leave their parental house forever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had said, “When the sons don’t have to, why the daughters only? If there isn’t any sex prejudice—”

“Nonsense.” I cut her in the middle, “Are you suggesting incest as a remedy for it?”

“Of course, darling, of course!”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and started to play with it, “Why not? If a father is as hot as you are, if a father is as DILF as you are, why not?”

“Are you mad?”

“Not at all. I’m just trying to bring you in our 21st century.”

“Your 21st century?”

“Of course! The century belongs to us young people, not to you older ones. You just fuck us, enjoy yourself and let’s enjoy too in our own way.”

“Naåīmah, you mean— ”

“Yes! It’s our century, a century of complete sex emancipation.”

“Naåīmah— ”

Durgesh darling, sex is not such a problem we devote such a long time debating on it. We have so many more serious problems of life. I suggest incest as a new social order.”

Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was looking at her daughter dumb founded.

Even she could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really meant what she said.

Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was against her.

She could never digest Nafīsah Salmān left her duly married husband, Muħammad Ħasan, to maintain a live in relationship with me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved her Abbū, Muħammad Ħasan, so much, that she decided to punish her own Ammī for what she did to her Abbū.

She decided to snatch away me from Nafīsah Salmān.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in getting me as her own man too.

She tried to keep me away from Nafīsah Salmān as much as she could by providing me young and wild sex with herself.

“Naåīmah, you should not do it.”Nafīsah Salmān had touched her daughter once.

“What shouldn’t I do, Ammījān?”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked her sarcastically.

“You are trying to snatch away Durgesh from me.”

“Oh, is Durgesh your husband, Ammījān?”

“Naåīmah!”

“You can’t say ‘Yes’. Can you?”

“Naåīmah!”

“I’m not breaking your home. Instead, you are breaking the home of Saiyadā Fātimah PhD Bājī.”

Saiyadā Fātimah PhD Bājī is old enough to be your Kħālājān, not your Bājī.”

Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza never called Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrahrza Kħālājān. Did sherza ever?”

“I don’t want to debate with you.”Nafīsah Salmān said curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“You are intelligent enough, Ammījān, not to do such a fatal mistake ever.”

“Why are you so anxious to destroy your own Ammī’s life, Naåīmah?”

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“Only because you are younger than me, you think you can snatch away Durgesh from me?”Nafīsah Salmān smiled toxically.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s smile was evenly more toxic.

“You deserted my innocent Abbū to enjoy sex with Durgesh. Didn’t you? Now let me see how can you get it.”

“Naåīmah,”Nafīsah Salmān addressed her 28 years old, PhD, daughter gravely now, “You were too young to understand these matters when I left your Abbū. But you are yourself an ultramodern young woman of 28 now. Now you can understand my problems then. I need more sex, Naåīmah, than your Abbū could provide me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, scornfully.

“Are you getting it now?”

“Yes. Durgesh is a wild lover.”

Durgesh is communal.”

“What?”Nafīsah Salmān never anticipated this from her daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had herself seduced me.

I was never interested in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sexually.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately kept on watching me.

She managed to access my porn DVDs.

She managed to keep watch on my sex life with her Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately provoked me for having sex with her, and offered herself to me by design.

Yet she was saying that I was communal.

If I was really communal in her opinion why did Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself seduce me, provoke me, offer herself to me?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said scornfully to her Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān.

Durgesh is a wild lover with us Musalmān Beauties because he is communal.”

“Nonsense!”

“He loves to disgrace Musalmeen by fucking us Musalmān Beauties.”

“I can’t believe you, Naåīmah.”Nafīsah Salmān looked at her daughter contemptuously herself now, “You think so, yet you deliberately— ”

“Don’t try to act moral now, Ammījān. You’ve already proved, with your every action, you haven’t any.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eyes were blazing now with intense venom for her own mother, “You are not a lady, not a kħātūn. Not honorable by any woman at all. You are only a cunt.”

“Naåīmah!”

“You are only a cunt” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated with more intense hatred, “that needs an animal’s sex kicks only, no matter what you have to sacrifice for it.”

“Naåīmah!”

“You are a blot on entire womankind.”

Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t bear her own daughter’s wild accusations anymore.

“Not more than yourself, bitch.” she blurted out.

Now it was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s turn to be dumb stricken and open mouthed.

“You—you called me, ‘bitch’?”

“Even a bitch is better than you.”Nafīsah Salmān had lost all her self-control, “A 28 year old PhD, Panjvaqtā Namazī, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young woman, seducing a Hindu who is old enough to be her father—”

“Old enough to be my father, not my father.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled contemptuously, “Ħuzoors was 49 and Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza was only 6 when they married. If their sex is sacred, why not mine with Durgesh? He is 61 and I’m 28, PhD, better aged, adult and understanding even than Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza herself. Am not I?”

Anxious Nafīsah Salmān talked with me at night when both of us were naked and fucking each other vehemently.

“Naåīmah is deliberately trying to snatch you away from me.”

I smiled.

My Uncut Hindu Penis was deepest inside Nafīsah Salmān’s evertight Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

It was throbbing there wildly with all my Hindutv.

“Don’t worry Nafīsah darling. 25 years ago, when I was only 36, Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s another extremely beautiful daughter also offered herself to me. She was almost 20 then.”

“Imāmzādī Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan?”Nafīsah Salmān asked, “I know.”

“She is still in live in relationship with me.”

“Yes, and you have now even seven handsome sons from Tauħīd.”

“25 years of live in relationship with me. Tauħīd is 45 now. She never hated her Ammī for deserting her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”

I looked at her gravely and fucked her wildly.

My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating Nafīsah Salmān’s extremely attractive, Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, deepest.

Nafīsah Salmān was happy.

Yet she cursed her PhD daughter once again silently.

The bitch had succeeded in keeping me away from her for an entire month.

It was her ‘Honeymoon’ with Durgesh.

Honeymoon, my foot!

The bitch wanted her keep away from Durgesh.

She knew her Ammījān was obsessed with Durgesh’s powerful Hindu Sex Kicks.

Nafīsah Salmān was not even normal if she could not get it.

Moreover, Nafīsah Salmān loved Durgesh’s powerful Hindu Sex Kicks into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass too.

Yes, she loved anal sex with Durgesh very much.

How Nafīsah Salmān had pleaded with her husband Imām Muħammad Ħasan for anal sex.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan was dumb founded.

Completely flabbergasted.

“What? Anal sex? Are you crazy, Nafīsah Salmān?”

“All my women friends are enjoying anal sex, Ħasan!”

“What?”

“What’s so incredible in it?”

“I can’t even imagine that a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman—”

“Enough!”Nafīsah Salmān raised her right hand.

She could not control herself any longer.

“We Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women do so many things you idiots can’t even imagine. Stop the hypocrisy now. We were not born in Jannat-e-Firdaus, nor we live in it.” she said furiously.

“You are really a Dr. of Islamic Sciences?”

“You doubt it?” Nafīsah Salmān asked sarcastically, “Why don’t you confirm from Harvard itself?”

“You get these animal desires developed in Harvard?”

“Ħasan, are you mad? It’s normal.”

“No, it’s not normal. Yesterday you wanted to suck me and today—”

“Oral sex is normal as well as the anal sex. You are living in 21st century, not in the seventh, you damnfool.”

“You are rotten, Nafīsah Salmān. The only man who can provide you your desired sex is Durgesh.”

“Shame on you. I am your wife.”

“You are right. I’m immensely ashamed of you that you are my wife.”***

I made it to nearly all of her basketball and volleyball games, even though I was never interested in games personally, and called her every couple of days just to chat.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was a sucker for old heavy metal, and was listening to AC/DC’s “Back in Black.”

When that album finished up, I decided to head inside.

On the way in, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had a craving for pizza, so she figured she’d ask me if we could get some delivered.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an yelled up the stairs but I didn’t answer.

As Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an approached my room, she could hear the shower.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an figured she’d just stand outside the bathroom door and ask me her question.

But the door was open halfway and angled so Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could see Al Nasīm Al Waħīd and me in the full-length mirror.

The rippled glass of the shower doors afforded little privacy, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an clearly saw I was fucking Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt very very much.

She was my Al Burrāq.

We both were nude.

I was standing with my hands on my hips proudly.

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was motioning her extremely beautiful nude gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks back and forth on my glistening Uncut Hindu Prick, standing proudly and visiting her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an jumped back in surprise and shock, standing with her back against the wall as if she was hiding from a crazed killer.

But it was mere seconds before her curiosity lured her back.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly positioned herself to get a view of her naked, obviously horny proud Hindu father.

I was turned sideways and leaning toward the wall of the shower, with my weight almost on Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

Her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was gripping my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly sliding back and forth the glistening shaft.

My was only the third Uncut Hindu Penis Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had seen in her life, but she felt reasonably sure it was about nine inches long and quite thick.

It was in fact my girth that made her want my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an curled her fingers as if holding my Hindu erection, and she wondered if she’d be able to reach all the way around it.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an felt her skin flush with excitement.

Even her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy instantly warmed and sent a small tingle of electricity up her spine.

Her nipples began to harden to stiff little peaks.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was so conflicted!

Here she was peeping in on Al Nasīm Al Waħīd  and me like some kind of back-alley pervert.

This was a total invasion of privacy.

And I was me!

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an couldn’t help her body’s reaction.

As she watched Al Nasīm Al Waħīd leisurely, yet feverishly, swallowing my Uncut Hindu flesh between her extremely smooth thighs, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an ran a hand down and pressed against her mound.

She was quickly getting very hot, and could feel her juices beginning to flow.

Then Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an reached up to rub her erect nipples through the thin orange fabric of her bikini.

Her bikini!

I was beating off with thoughts of her!

After all, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had just been lying out in front of me, clad only in a skimpy swimsuit and smoothing lotion all over her bronzing skin.

She pictured her walking back and forth behind the lawnmower, allowing my eyes to wander across her firm flesh with each pass.

The more she considered it, the more she was sure.

I went inside probably 20 minutes before Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an did, and could have been gazing down on her from the bedroom window.

Maybe I fantasized about coming back outside, ripping off her swimsuit and slamming my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight young Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

All at once, she was shocked, embarrassed — and more than a little turned on by that thought.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an scolded herself.

Surely, I was not jerking off to thoughts of incest.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was my half daughter at least.
But what if I was?

Was that so wrong?

After all, I was not her real father.

And was it so wrong that I suddenly wanted to make my fantasy a reality?

We’re both adults now.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wanted to keep watching us, keep lusting after my gorgeous Uncut Hindu Cock until it blasted cum into the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an knew that I could easily see her if I simply turned my head.

So Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an snuck back to her room and grabbed a towel before heading to the other shower.

As the scalding water pulsed over her skin, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly ran her hands across her breasts, teasing and pulling at her nipples.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an imagined that those fingers belonged to me.

My hands were rough and strong, but I squeezed her tits ever so gently and told her I looked so beautiful.

I slid those hands down around her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, gripping the cheeks as I worked my thick Uncut Hindu Penis inside her.

As her orgasm approached, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an dropped her head onto my shoulder, urging me to pound her harder and harder.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an opened her eyes and pulled two fingers from her sopping-wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had cum very hard, but was not satisfied.

She needed to be fucked, and it had to be Durgesh.

With only a few days alone with her each month, seduction would be quite a challenge.

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t stand a chance.

She was convinced that no man would.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was a tall, athletic brunette with perfectly straight hair that fell to her shoulders.

Her breasts were barely a C-cup but just the right size for her body.

Her two previous Hindu boyfriends were fascinated with her nipples.

They get very pointy and very hard when Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was excited, and they were surrounded large, dark pink areolas.

But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was most proud of her body from the waist down.

Her legs were long, sleek and toned, and they tanned easily.

Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass was full and round and looked great in a thong.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an decided her healthy collection of thongs would be a nice weapon to use on me.

From the moment Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an got out of the shower that afternoon, she vowed to wear nothing under her clothes except those skimpy strings.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had to go braless whenever possible.

I was the smartest guy she knew so Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t want to be too overt.

But she just had to find out if her suspicions were true, and at the same time tease me mercilessly.

I did double-take when Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an came downstairs wearing only a long light blue t-shirt.

But her glance was subtle and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t say anything.

All that evening and again Sunday Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an tried to keep a sideways eye on me, hoping to catch me sneaking a peak at the sexy teenaged Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body on display.

But I never did.

Was Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wrong about all this?

The weeks dragged on as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an went back and forth to University, back and forth between Ammī’s house and her Abbū’s.

It wasn’t until the middle of May that Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an realized her teasing was noticed.

She went straight from University to my house on Friday afternoon and took advantage of the late-spring sun.

Once again, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wiggled into her orange bikini and stretched out on the chaise.

I said I had some research to finish on the computer, so I stayed inside.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an suspected I might watch her through the window, so she put on a show.

She took extra time and care applying the sunscreen, making sure I didn’t miss an inch of her warm skin.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an started out lying on her stomach, unhooking the straps of her top and tugging the bikini bottoms slightly into the crack of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

When she flipped over, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an “accidentally” lost her grip on the top and allowed her tits to jiggle free for just a moment.

As she settled back, into the chaise, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an realized just how horny she was making herself.

Her nipples were easily visible through the thin swimsuit, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had the urge to rub her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound.

Now that Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was turned over, her eyes searched the windows of the house from behind her sunglasses.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t see anything for a moment.

But then she thought she could make out a faint silhouette, a few feet back from my bedroom window.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t really need any more lotion, but put some on anyway.

Again, she slowly ran her oily hands over her tight little body, hopefully teasing me and definitely teasing herself.

Every few seconds Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an checked the window, and sure enough was able to make out some subtle movement.

Finally, the silhouette disappeared, and the open windows allowed her to hear the shower start up.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an couldn’t take any more.

She had to release her pent-up lust.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an dashed into the house, tiptoed up the stairs and entered my bedroom again.

This time the bathroom door was closed, but Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was too horny and too desperate to see my big Uncut Hindu Dick again.

So Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly turned the knob and opened the door just enough to peek into the shower.

She was at it again.

This time I was leaning again on Al Nasīm Al Waħīd underneath the shower spray.

Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was once again my Al Burrāq.

And I was again fucking her from her behind.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was extremely angry that all her show was being wasted on her Ammījān’s worst enemy.

She seduced me all the time and yet, she was not being rewarded, Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was being rewarded.

Yet even so, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was mesmerized as she watched me slowly, patiently work my Uncut Hindu Penis into the warm inviting Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an started to reach for her burning snatch, thinking she might bring herself to orgasm at the same time as me.

But then Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an made a snap decision.

Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an quickly stripped off her bikini and slipped in through the barely open door.

Chapter 10

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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. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. 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

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Sixty One Eighteen in love-8

Sixty One Eighteen in love

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad said,

“Well you’re gonna have to do something because we can’t share a bed with that thing!”

“What do you suggest? You want me to whip it out right now and whack off?” Replied I sarcastically. Forgetting it was Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad lying next to me.

“If it makes it go down, then why not?” Fātimah said, almost regretting it as soon as she had.

“With you in the bed next to me? yeah right! You’re Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad, my half daughter; we shouldn’t even be talking about this!” I said, already thinking it through and realizing I didn’t totally hate the idea.

I had been gagging for a release for too long now.

I looked at Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad and noticed how big her breasts had gotten; also I could make out the shape of her nipples starting to poke through her thin top.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen a guy jacking off before, dad. It’s not like I’m gonna watch either I’ll just roll over and let you get on with it ok?”

The thought of Fātimah watching her husband jack off brought on another twitch from my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, which didn’t go unnoticed by either of us.

“Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad might have even jacked him off herself.” I thought, and then silently alerted myself for thinking such things.

Fātimah rolled over and closed her eyes.

“Go on just get on with it. Then we can both get back to sleep.” Fātimah was expecting to feel the bed move with My movements, but after a minute had passed with no sound or anything from the other side of the bed Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad rolled back over.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was shocked to see I still lying there with my shorts up and a look of turmoil on my face.

“I just can’t. Not with you here.” I said, noticing Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s slightly annoyed look.

Fātimah did understand, but she thought the situation desperately needed rectifying and so decided to take drastic action.

Before I could say anything Fātimah grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees.

“Just stroke it like this!” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad said gripping my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and running her hand quickly up and down with short strokes.

I looked like I was going to object, but my facial expression soon turned to one of deep pleasure as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad gripped my now throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah had planned just to get me started then let me finish myself off, but the feeling of My Uncut Hindu Cock in her small hands, having me under her control was too intoxicating.

“Oh… baby… that’s soo…. Good, but… it’s so… wrong.” I panted.

Fātimah just mewed in pleasure; My Uncut Hindu Cock was the best Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had ever seen.

“Just this once daddy, I swear, after this you have to do it.”

Hearing Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad calling me ‘daddy’ as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad stroked me off pushed me over the edge.

Before I could say or do anything, my Uncut Hindu Cock erupted spewing out shot after shot of my hot thick Hindu cum.

My large balls had been filling up for sometime at least and it showed.

When Fātimah finally squeezed the last of my sticky Hindu sperm out of my still hard Uncut Hindu Dick,  my balls, stomach, chest and Fātimah’s hands and thighs were covered with it.

Fātimah remained kneeling next to me.

She could feel my warm Hindu cum running over her thighs, between her legs, dripping onto her calves before pooling onto the bed spread.

We were both panting yet neither looked at each other in the eye.

The silence seemed to last an age before it was broken by me.

“We should get cleaned up.”

I got up, grabbed a couple of towels from the cupboard, and handed one to Fātimah.

As Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad wiped herself down Fātimah couldn’t help but notice how long My Uncut Hindu Cock was even when soft, and it still looked so stunning.

I got back into bed after putting on my shorts again.

“We should try and get some sleep.”

“Good night daddy.”

“Sweet dreams baby.”

Little did I know how sweet Fātimah’s dreams were.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad thought she was horny before, but when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad woke the next morning her shorts were pretty much soaked through.

“Baby, what happened last night was a once off I swear. If it needs to be done again I’ll do it.”

“Ok dad” she replied simply almost running to the bathroom to try and ease her urges as best Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could.

The next night things were a little different.

Fātimah wasn’t woken by the feeling of My hard Uncut Hindu Cock pressing into her, but of quick movement from my side of the bed.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad rolled over and what Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad saw made her eyes bulge from their sockets.

The duvet covering my crotch area was tented up, rising and falling as my hand stroked myself beneath.

Fātimah could see my eyes were closed.

I was trying to concentrate.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad watched me for a couple of minutes, her excitement growing at knowing what I was doing and before she knew it, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was pulling the duvet off the bed.

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips at the sight of my huge member being gripped and tugged by my large hands.

“What the?” I started.

“Sorry daddy I just wanted to see you were doing ok.”

“Thank you baby, but we promised that I’d do it myself from now on.”

“I know daddy.” Fātimah said sweetly, her mouth and Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy watering. “But if you wanted me to do it for you just once more I don’t think I’d mind…” before waiting for an answer Fātimah removed my grip from my Uncut Hindu Cock and replaced it with her own.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, baby… ok, but really this has to be the last time.”

“Sure daddy.” Fātimah replied not really listening.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was too busy concentrating on my large throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock to care.

Neither of us spoke.

The grunts from me were enough for her to know Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was doing a good job and her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was on fire!

Fātimah added a twisting action to her stroking and it wasn’t long before Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could feel my balls tighten.

Although Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had more warning it was coming the volume of cum that ejaculated from My Uncut Hindu Cock still came as a surprise.

I groaned out loud as my first spurt shot straight up and landed on Fātimah’s small top, followed by a second and a third, the rest splattered wildly over our bodies.

When we had both calmed down I looked at Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad looks so hot covered in my Hindu cum.” I thought to myself.

Fātimah started to take off her top.

“What are you doing?” I asked quickly.

“Well I can’t sleep in this now, can I?” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad replied.

Peeling off her cum soaked top, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could feel her breasts were a little sticky too from where it had soaked through but Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad didn’t want to say anything.

We both cleaned up again, Fātimah staring at my softening Uncut Hindu Cock and I looking at Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s breasts.

“When did they get so big and beautiful?” I wondered to myself as I tried to sleep.

The next morning Fātimah woke up first.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could already feel her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was soaking.

During the night Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had rolled over and was spooning with me, her arm draped over me resting her hand on my firm chest.

Before Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad knew what she was doing her hand wandered down over My stomach and was gripping my soft Uncut Hindu Cock.

I still asleep rolled onto my back and my Uncut Hindu Cock grew in Fātimah’s hands.

By the time I woke Fātimah was already well into my morning hand job.

“Fātimah…no….” I whimpered, but the sight of that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān little girl jacking me off again, this time with her large breasts bobbing free took over what little self restraint I had.

“It’s ok daddy, we can’t get it on my top again.” Fātimah giggled.

“Baby this is wrong, I’m your father, even if not real..”

“It’s just a hand job daddy, it’s not like we’re having sex or anything, and if you close your eyes I could just as easily be Ammī.”

I sighed an agreement, but I knew that if I closed my eyes I’d still imagine it was Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad expertly playing with my large Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.

Fātimah knew how to please me now and it really wasn’t long before once again I was covering us both with my sticky Hindu spunk.

Fātimah didn’t even flinch.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was really beginning to enjoy the feeling of my Hindu cum ALL over her.

I bravely got up and went to go to the bathroom.

Fātimah took the opportunity to scoop some of my Hindu cum off her breasts and lick her fingers clean.

To her immense surprise, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad loved the taste very much, and ate as much as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could.

Fātimah heard her Ammījān catching me outside the bathroom, poor old Durgesh, Fātimah thought.

That would be one awkward conversation, but Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad didn’t care.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad knew what she wanted and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad wasn’t gonna stop until Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad got it…

Throughout the day, Fātimah tried her best to brush up against me as much as possible out of the view of the rest of her family.

I pretended not to notice, but it was becoming unbearable to the point that I was looking forward to bedtime and even suggested an early night.

I said it was to let my wife get some rest in the hope her condition would improve quicker.

Fātimah’s Ammījān had never seen her daughter so happy about bed time, but she was still too ill to think anything of it.

I was hard before I even got into bed and Fātimah burst into the room while I was just putting on my shorts.

“Why bother? We’re just gonna come off again.” Fātimah smiled slowly walking towards me.

“Now… now c’mon, Hunny we agreed last time was the last time…” I admonished her.

I could feel my heart rate increasing.

Fātimah stood behind me and reached around me stroking my chest.

My hard Uncut Hindu Cock began to throb wildly.

“Oh daddy, it’s just a little helping hand… we’re not doing anything wrong.”

“But you’re Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad. I’m your father…”

“A hand is a hand daddy, and an Uncut Hindu Cock is an Uncut Hindu Cock. Whether it’s my hand or yours this — ” Fātimah gave My Uncut Hindu Cock a small squeeze ” — is gonna get wanked off.”

I let out a little sigh of pleasure and Fātimah could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock give a twitch when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad used the word ‘wanked’.

“So he likes me to talk a little dirty?” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad said to herself.

I was not only enjoying the feeling of Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s small hands expertly working my thick, hard Uncut Hindu shaft, but I could feel her pert, firm breasts pressing into my back.

Inner turmoil raged through me, but as Fātimah started pushing me back onto the bed, I felt myself succumbing once again.

As I lay there, Fātimah stood next to the bed and peeled off her small t-shirt.

Her nipples were already hard and I had to stare as her breasts bobbed up and down slightly.

My eyes almost popped from their sockets when Fātimah continued to undress and pulled down her little shorts.

“Oh… oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.

“You approve daddy?” Fātimah asked as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad saw me staring at her bare Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy in all its smooth shaven Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān glory.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could feel it getting wetter and wetter and tonight Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was going to get it sorted!

“Would you like a closer look?”

Before I could answer, Fātimah jumped onto the bed and straddled my chest.

Her hairless wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy centimetres from my face.

I could smell her sex and it intoxicated me.

If he stretched my mouth out, I could kiss her.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! no! Saiyadah Fātimah,  Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad!” I cried to myself and turned my head away.

Fātimah could see it would take a little more convincing.

“So shall we sort this out then?” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad asked with a giggle.

Kneeling next to me Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad took my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand and stroked it with long slow strokes.

Before long, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had me totally under her control and I was moaning and groaning quite loudly.

Fātimah started to worry that her aunt and uncle in the next room would hear.

“Oh baby! Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā. What if your Ammījān found out?” I managed to moan between deep heavy breaths.

Fātimah’s answer came as a grip-twist to my straining Uncut Hindu Penis and a squeeze of my heavy balls. “oooooooooh FUCK!”

Fātimah felt my balls literally churn.

“Well if I can’t cum I’m sure as hell not going to waste my!” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad thought to herself.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad looked up and saw My eyes were closed in ecstasy and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad took her chance.

I was not prepared for what Fātimah did next, but as I tried to say something, anything, I found my voice had deserted me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was engulfed by a warm wet sensation.

I looked down and saw Fātimah’s head swallowing my Uncut Hindu member whole.

“No Fātimah! That’s too far… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā … no stop… ser…iously…”

Fātimah looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes. “Just one little suck daddy. It’s so big and tasty. One little suck wouldn’t hurt anyone. Please…” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could see the annoyed expression on my face as I fought within myself.

The urges towards Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad with the morality of the situation.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad helped me make up my mind by gently stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock continuously.

“OK baby. Just one suck, but only one ok? Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, we shouldn’t be doing any of this. I’m your father!”

But Fātimah didn’t hear my last words.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was too busy sucking hard on my big thick Uncut Hindu Cock!

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had promised only one suck, so Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad made it long and slow.

Taking My entire length into her throat, sucking all the way, then stretching her little tongue out to tickle my balls before withdrawing even slower.

I had received blow jobs before, but none like this.

“Fuck, baby, where did you learn that?”

Fātimah let out a girly giggle at my use of the word ‘Fuck’ and smiled sweetly at me,

“Same place I learned this.” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad replied, gripping the base of my meat and sucking my heavy balls into her hot mouth.

Fātimah not only felt my balls swell at the attention, but my Uncut Hindu Cock throb close to cumming in her hand.

I looked down, there was still a little, tiny voice inside me that wanted to do the right thing,

“O…ok now, Fātimah, I think you should stop… and let me finish it now…”

My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, and with Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s mouth surrounding my balls, her cute, firm breasts were pressing into my thigh.

“Are you close, Daddy?” Fātimah asked, absent-mindedly stroking my thick Uncut Hindu Cock, knowing full well the answer.

I tried to remove Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s hands, “Ba…baby, pl…please.”

“You didn’t answer me, Daddy,” Fātimah replied, her innocent voice making a comeback, “Are-” another suck “-you-” another suck and a lick “-close?” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad didn’t have to wait for my answer.

Fātimah felt My Uncut Hindu Cock grow, swell in her hand and immediately swallowed my large soft head.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Fātimah NO!” I shouted as I couldn’t hold it any longer, the sensation of Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s warm, wet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth surrounding just the head of my presently under-used Uncut Hindu Cock was too much.

Straight after the first shot of hot, thick Hindu cum exploded from my Uncut Hindu Dick I, sub-consciously, raised my hips, allowing my throbbing, spewing, meat to push deeper into Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s mouth.

Fātimah was in heaven, her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth was full to bursting with My Uncut Hindu Cock and was having my thick, tasty Hindu cum pumped deeper and deeper down her throat.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad tried swallowing as much as she could, but when I raised my hip, jamming yet more of my manhood into her, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad couldn’t keep up!

Cum started leaking out of the corners of her mouth and when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad finally felt the last of the spurts of my Hindu cum hit her tongue Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad pulled away.

I was gob-smacked.

Partly from the best blow job I had ever received, partly due to the best blow job I had ever received coming from Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad.

All I could do was watch, gasping for air, as Fātimah scooped up the cum that had dribbled from her mouth to her curvy Sunni Musalmān breasts.

I felt my deflating Uncut Hindu Cock twitch at the sight of my cum dripping over Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s body.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad seemed to enjoy showing me my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth before swallowing it all, a proud look on her extremely beautiful face.

Before I knew what was going on Fātimah leant down and kissed me hard on my Hindu lips.

I tasted Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s lips.

Yet, even the shock of the kiss hadn’t stunned me.

“Thank you Daddy!” Fātimah squealed, like a little girl getting the Eidul Fitr present Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had always wanted.

Then she realized what she had just done.

Blowing me was one thing, but kissing me hard on the lips, even Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had not planned.

Fātimah and I laid in bed, naked, before either found the words to say anything, it was I who went first, “Baby, what we just did…”

“Was amazing?”

“No!… I mean yes, I mean…”

Fātimah started to pout, secretly loving my unease. “What DO you mean, Daddy?”

“We really have to stop this baby, or we might get too carried away…”

“How do you mean, Daddy?” but before I could respond Fātimah rolled on top of me, her breasts digging into my chest.

I could feel her nipples harden and the warmth flowing from her young Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy onto my lower stomach.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad wrapped her arms around my neck and started gently to move back and forwards on top of me.

“Do you mean like this?”

I looked at the pouting little girl on top of me and felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to harden once again.

I couldn’t help it, I needed sex and this girl was all but pulling my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but it was Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad!

The fact I was married hadn’t even occurred to me, and not even a pang of guilt flowed through me.

It was Not only at the thought of cheating on her Ammījān, but my more outrageous thought of,

“Is it really cheating if it’s Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad fucking me, Not I fucking her?”

Fātimah could see the turmoil I was going through and loved it.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could also feel my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to grow again and loved at how many times I could get it up.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad thought it was only young Hindu men who could perform more than once a night.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad decided to end the cruelty.

Besides, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad knew she could have me now.

So Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad cut me some slack,

“Well we wouldn’t want to get carried away would we, Daddy?” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad smiled and pulled herself off of me.

Pulling her body up first so her hard nipples brushed my lips, sending a jolt of electricity through her young, horny body.

“Err, no, you’re quite right…” I replied, confused, but thankful the temptation was gone.

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.” Fātimah smiled as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad turned over and went to sleep.

I couldn’t help but dream about the fantastic blow job I had received before we went to sleep and wondered if things would ever go back to normal between me and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad.

My thoughts were short lived as the dream started feeling more and more real.

I woke slowly, the duvet had been tossed aside and there was Fātimah, cradling my balls, my throbbing Hindu shaft buried in her small mouth.

I couldn’t say anything; I knew it would be a futile effort if I tried.

I reasoned that I would have a talk with her after.

Fātimah knew I had awoken and the fact I had not said anything was working in her favor.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad swallowed as much of my Uncut Hindu Cock as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could before switching to sucking on my balls once again.

We were both naked and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad could feel her nipples were harder than ever.

Once when Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had been very horny, Ålī had made her cum from just sucking her nipples groping her breasts.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was way past horny right now and intended to get a lot more than just a suck and a fumble.

Kneeling beside me, Fātimah licked up and down my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock, knowing I was close, and then stopped.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had to stifle a giggle when I sat up right almost asking why Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had stopped before remembering I was meant to be the voice of reason.

“Wh…what is it baby?” I asked, worried that Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad now saw this for the wrong it was and was about to run out screaming and crying.

Instead, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad did something much worse…

Having planned this out in her mind Fātimah’s heart was racing at the thought of actually going through with met…

“Do you think I’m sexy, Daddy?”

Caught on the verge of another great orgasm inside Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s mouth, my mind was not running with clarity.

I looked her in the eye, my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching as Fātimah started stroking my balls with her finger-nails,

“Why…Why do you ask, baby?”

“You always have your eyes closed, and always saying no, we shouldn’t do this…”

I knew I was caught now,

“It’s not that I don’t think you’re sexy, baby, I…”

Fātimah cut me off,

“So you think I have nice breasts?”

I had to admit I had stared at Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s breasts and noticed my mouth watering every time.

They were perfectly proportioned and the thought of just cupping them and kissing on those perky erect nipples made my heart race.

“I…I… well of course, I think they are very pretty.”

“Pretty, Daddy?!” Fātimah was smiling inside, this was going perfectly, “I want you to find them sexy!”

“I do!” I almost shouted.

I couldn’t help it and alerted myself straight after for my lack of control.

“Then I want you kiss them for me, Daddy? Just a little?”

I was not dumbstruck.

I knew it was coming.

It had to come.

I had already gone further than I knew was right, but those breasts were just too irresistible.

“What’s one little kiss?” She asked me.

Fātimah had now re-started stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock in long, slow strokes, causing my little brain to take over once again.

“OK, just a few kisses though…” Knowing I had to stop at just a few.

I leant in and ever so softly kissed the breast nearest me.

Slowly I planted several more around the nipple, then one last one on the tip of her erect nub, before stopping.

Fātimah couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the contact of my warm Hindu lips with her breasts and instinctively leant into my mouth, but it was over too soon. Letting out an audible huff Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad started at me.

“What about the other one, Daddy?” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad asked, offering her other breast to me by raising it slightly with her free hand.

This time the reaction was more what Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad wanted.

My defenses crumbled, I allowed myself a little more than a few kisses, but no more!

I raised my hands up and cupped Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s breasts.

Kissing softly the second breast, I squeezed them slightly to another moan from Fātimah.

I loved her soft mews and allowed myself to go just a little bit further…

I took one of Fātimah’s nipples in my mouth and sucked.

Softly first, but then harder and harder.

I was welcomed by Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s hand gripping my Uncut Hindu Cock tighter as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad continued to stroke me off.

The damn of my resistance had been burst and I had now convinced myself that sucking and kissing her breasts was no longer such a big taboo.

Fātimah seemed to agree and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad shifted her position to straddle my waist, my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock poking up between our stomachs.

“I err… don’t think that’s such… a good idea.” I managed to say as I felt Fātimah’s hot, wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy almost dripping onto my balls.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was so close.

“Quiet, Daddy!” was her only response as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad pushed her breasts into my mouth.

“It’s only sucking…” I reminded myself as I feasted on the perfect mounds in front of me.

This felt better than Fātimah had even dreamed of.

Ålī was good, but he kissed and sucked her breasts like a pro.

Where Ålī was sometimes a bit eager and rough, I was patient and gentle, keeping her on the boil, bringing her to the brink slowly.

I hadn’t had such a pert, gorgeous pair of breasts to suck and nibble on for as long as I could remember and in my actions I didn’t seem to notice how Fātimah had leant us both down, so I was now on my back with Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad laying atop of me.

I just continued to squeeze and caress her beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad rubbed herself up and down.

Although this was in the plan, she didn’t realize Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad would lose control like this.

It was going to happen now, no matter what Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had to do.

Slowly but surely Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad managed to lower her body, rubbing her dripping Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy up and down My Uncut Hindu Cock.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad felt the large, soft Hindu head open up her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labial lips, and then, when I was sucking hard on one of her nipples Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad sank herself down!

At first I had no idea what had just happened, I felt the heat from Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad massaged my Uncut Hindu Cock with met, then all of a sudden a totally new sensation.

Realization hit me like a ton of bricks; I was INSIDE Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad!

I tried to get free, but Fātimah used her weight to keep me pinned down and my struggle only caused me to thrust my thick Uncut Hindu Cock into her deeper, more and more, deepest eventually.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

She let out a squeal as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad felt me open her up and forced all her weight down on me to stop me from pulling out.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad pressed her breasts into my face, smashing me with them.

When Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad felt me stop struggling for a second Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad sat up right, still clenching the first couple of inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad lied, “I couldn’t help it, I got soo turned on and your Uncut Hindu Cock was just there, waiting for me to slide over it…”

“Fātimah, baby, you have to get off, this is more than wrong!”

Fātimah slid another inch down my Uncut Hindu Cock before continuing,

“I know, Daddy, but it feels so good. Doesn’t it? Just a few thrusts, daddy, please? I just want to see if I could take all of your Uncut Hindu Cock…”

I was trying my hardest to remain in control, but I couldn’t deny that my Uncut Hindu Cock had never been squeezed like this before.

I NEEDED a fuck, even if it was Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad.

“Just a few thrusts…” I told myself.

Fātimah started rocking her body, squeezing another inch inside herself.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had never felt so full!

“Just a few thrusts baby, then we have to stop.” I conceded, thinking it was the only way I would get Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad off me as quick as possible so we could regain a sense of normality.

“Oh thank you, Daddy!” Fātimah squealed, her giggles of joy causing her body to rock back and forward again.

I tried not to cum right there as I watched Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad slide her little Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body down over my engorged Uncut Hindu Penis.

Perhaps, I had never been so hard before in my life!

Fātimah didn’t take long to stuff her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy full of My Uncut Hindu Cock.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad knew she could never go back to Ålī, not after this Hindu monster.

She wanted me there now forever, never Ålī.

Never Ålī.

Anymore.

If her Ammījān can enjoy me, why can’t she herself too?

The hell with everything else!

Durgesh has to fuck her now on.

Durgesh has to fuck her now on.

Durgesh has to fuck her now on.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad placed her hands on my chest, which also served to squeeze her breasts together, and began to fuck me.

All pretence of being an innocent little girl was lost as Fātimah felt her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy stretched by my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Oh yes! Fuck me! Oh harder, Daddy, harder! Fuck your baby, Allah that’s it!” Fātimah growled again and again.

I couldn’t help but be more turned on than ever before.

Not only was I fucking a beautiful young woman, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was talking dirty to me as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad rode my fat Uncut Hindu Cock.

The fact it was Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was lost on me for now and I just enjoyed fucking the tight Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy surrounding my Uncut Hindu shaft.

I loved the sight of her firm breasts bobbing around and was amazed at how her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy got hotter and hotter.

The few thrusts turned into a hot session of fucking, which ended for Fātimah in a screaming climax that could have woken the dead!

Having only had her fingers to satisfy her for the past few days, yet still having access to a beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock, meant Fātimah was bursting for a proper orgasm.

And My Uncut Hindu Cock did not disappoint.

It filled her to capacity as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad plunged it deeper and deeper inside herself.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad rode me hard, letting out all her pent up frustrations and didn’t hold back when she felt her orgasm brewing.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad let it wash over her like a wave of high voltage, before screaming as her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy clenched my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her juices leaked out, covering my Hindu balls, squirting yet more over my stomach.

I was not shocked to see Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad squirt.

Instead, the sight of it triggered the start of my own Hindu orgasm.

It also brought me back to the stark reality of what was happening.

And for some reason the thought of cumming inside Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad was too much right now,

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I can’t hold on! Get off baby, Fuck Get OFF!”

Fātimah would have been more than happy to continue riding the huge Hindu shaft of meat throbbing inside her, but as Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad came down from her orgasm, Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad felt my large hands on her hips, lifting her off.

In her dreamy state Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad allowed it only to feel moments later my cum squirt up between the two of us.

Nine powerful shots Fātimah counted.

We landed, splattering both her and I with hot thick spunk.

It dripped off her saliva covered breasts and mixed with her cum pooling on My stomach.

To Fātimah the sight was one of the horniest Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad had ever seen and Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad couldn’t wait to ask.

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad climbed off me, knelt beside me and licked our cum from my body, swallowing it hungrily.

I looked to the clock.

It was just coming to seven in the morning.

Hopefully the rest of the house had slept through it all.

Fātimah climbed up my body and snuggled against the man who fucked her Ammī as well.

“I’m sorry I got a bit carried away, daddy, but you can’t blame me when you have this incredible Uncut Hindu monster between your legs!” Fātimah smiled and giggled at me.

I looked Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad in the eye.

She knew that it was wrong and that she should never have let things get this far, but I also knew I could not stop it now.

Next time I might not even be able to get Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad off me when I came…

“That’s ok, baby,” I smiled back, “but we have to have more self control…”

“OK, daddy.” Fātimah said, massaging my Hindu cum into her breasts, wondering when she could fuck me again.

I lay there, trying to think of how I could control Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad’s urges, but as I was about to find out, that was the least of my worries.

Chapter 9

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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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