An underworld Don:9

An underworld Don

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq

Dumbfounded

Who was this man?

It was a beautiful, sunny morning.

Despite the pull of the sun’s hazy rays filtering through the blinds, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t bring herself to get up.

Not yet anyway.

Saturday was her day to sleep in, even the first one of the month when her husband Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad celebrated his brief moment of manhood.

He had forgotten last month.

No matter, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had been given to pleasuring herself regularly on Saturday mornings, and even on Sundays — such a delicious sin — and now preferred it.

Even when Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad graced her sanctuary with his presence, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq always continued after his triumph, sometimes starting before he had even left the room though Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was careful not to be too obvious: Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was old enough to know that tI so-called stronger sex had certain sensitivities which were easily bruised.

On this particular morning, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was lying in bed waiting for her  husband, resigned to tolerate his fumbling and so refraining from actually touching herself .

Still, a pleasant glow was spreading between her hips in anticipation of her own slow, teasing manipulation.

Why didn’t Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad come in and get on with it?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had heard him leave his room and go downstairs.

Wistfully, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq remembered the days when Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad wanted to fuck first and then eat.

Now, fifteen minutes later, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was beginning to get more than a little impatient, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was becoming quite irritated.

Just come up and put your silly thing in for five minutes and get it over with, sI thought, so Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq can pleasure herself before having a nice long bath.

The front door closed.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t believe it.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq twisted around on her elbow to look at her closed bedroom door, listened intently until Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq heard tI sound of Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad’s truck starting, and then flopped down in exasperation.

In his haste to get to his precious boat, Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad had forgotten Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq again, for tI second time in a row.

Two months!

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was so angry sI bit her lip but gradually relaxed.

Who needs Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq don’t.

Musalmān Women can get along just fine without Musalmān men.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq scrunched up in the bed until, lying on her side like Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was almost in a fetal position.

Pulling her legs up like that forced the hand dangling over her right hip between her legs.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq straightened her  legs a bit so Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could retract her  arm but tI pressure of her  hand reminded her of what Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq’d been thinking about before Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad ‘s departure.

So who needs him? Now, where was she?

Her  hand nestled between her  legs as Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq let her  mind settle on that well-built young Hindu man who had given her the once over last week in the dress store while I was waiting for his pregnant Musalmān wife to come out of the fitting room.

They had exchanged smiles and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq noticed him checking her out while Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was appraising herself in the mirror.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t  know what had surprised her more, the fact that I was looking at a woman in her mid-forties, or tI sudden tightening in her  chest when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq saw his eyes roving over her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass and legs.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq should have been offended but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t.

In fact, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq liked it.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq primped and preened in front of the mirror until his wife came out.

When his wife began searching for another dress in the maternity section, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq misbehaved.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq picked out a daring little number and took it to the fitting room.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq changed quickly but didn’t exit until Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq heard his wife enter tI cubicle next to her.

Oh, what a bad girl.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq made quite a production in front of the mirror.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t believe how obvious Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was being, flaunting herself so outrageously, but I didn’t seem to twig to what was going on.

Just as well.

Otherwise, I probably would have approached Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq and made a proposition, just in time for his wife to come out, see it, and make an unpleasant scene.

His young eyes were glued on her perfect, firm, still wonderfully young, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was simultaneously proud and relieved that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq looked after herself .

When the girl came over, smelling a sale, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq stretched and twisted in front of her, discussing the dress, all for his benefit.

It was really enjoyable, an absolutely delicious feeling.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hadn’t had so much fun by herself for a long time.

The young Hindu man’s eyes kept straying back to her even after his Musalmān wife appeared so Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq decided to leave before sI discovered his indiscretion.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t want to hurt her feelings in her sensitive condition.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew how she felt.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq bought both dresses.

After all, if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq looked good enough in it to attract the attention of a good-looking Hindu man fifteen years her junior, it must look good on her, right?

Her mind flicked easily from memory to fantasy.

The young Hindu man was magically in their living room.

Somehow, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had let him in and I was admiring her perfect, firm, still wonderfully young, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body which for some reason was clad only in a nightie though it was the middle of the afternoon.

Her finger had been circling her pubes as her imagination ran wild, encouraged by her thumb brushing over her clit.

Oh, that warm feeling was spreading already.

Too quick, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq. Take your time. You’ve got all morning.

Despite her reverie, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq heard the faint noise of the doorknob twisting.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq slowed tI pace of her finger but didn’t stop it completely.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was sure Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad had left, why was I coming back?

Had Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq mistaken   Bill’s truck next door for his?

He hadn’t been downstairs all along, had he?

Well, yes dear, I could very well have been. You think you would have heard with your finger twiddling yourself and your eyes devouring a young Hindu man’s healthy body?

The door clicked open and was discretely pushed closed with the knob being carefully released to minimize any disturbance.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad was sneaking in, trying not to wake her.

Maybe he needed something in her room that he had forgotten and was trying not to wake her.

But why would I shut the door if I was just fetching something?

Oh Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad. Please, just go.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t want his impatient hands fumbling around with her, not now when her dream was just getting good.

As her mind began to lose the image of the young Hindu man her senses refocused and became more acute, so much so that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could tell Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad was barefoot.

The gentle lift of tI covers behind hee and the weight easing onto the bed confirmed her  husband’s intention.

The last wisp of the young man disappeared from her thoughts.

Ok, Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad, but please get it over with quickly, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq sighed to herself.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq pulled her  hand away from between her  legs and rested it on the outside of her  hip.

Her nightdress had been dragged up to her hips but it was too late to do anything about that now.

Anyway, if he found her bare and ready, maybe he’d get it over with even quicker than usual and leave her to her  own devices all tI sooner.

Yeah, right, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought.

The morning was ruined and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew it.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would probably just get up after Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad left to polish his boat, or whatever it was, I did all weakened at the marina.

What the hell was he up to?

He had shifted near her under tI covers but not close enough to touch.

Was it possible I was going to be super considerate and warm up before pressing his cold limbs against her?

No, didn’t be silly.

That’s not her  Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad .

Now that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought about it, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could tell I was holding tI covers up and looking at her.

What could I possibly be finding new to look at?

The young man had looked at her but this wasn’t anything like that.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t feel a tightening in her chest or any thrill zinging down her spine to warm her pelvis and tickle her womanhood.

Nope, this just felt weird.

Come on, Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad.

Shove your little thing in there like you usually do, huff and puff for five minutes, and be done with it, for Allah’s sake!

But Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad remained still, just looking at her.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was about to ‘wake up’ and spoil whatever game I was playing when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq finally felt the tentative caress of his fingers in tI crook of her  waist.

They waited there, as if seeking permission to stay, or to move.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t know what to do, so Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq stayed still as if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was really sleeping.

This was so different.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad  was usually quite matter-of-fact and just got on with satisfying himself.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was intrigued.

What had brought this on?

Had one of his boating buddies said something about how you have to treat a boat like a woman, gently, to convince her to do your bidding and bring you safely home, or some such nonsense?

What the hell was this?

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad ‘s hand suddenly moved, briefly upward until his fingers met tI swell of her  breast, then down, along her  waist and up onto her  hip where it stopped as soon as it slid off her  nightdress onto the bare skin of her  upper thigh.

There was a long pause, as if it was seeking permission to move again, then did, caressing the outside of her  leg all the way down to her  knee, leaving a strange, excited tingle all along her  outer thigh.

This was so unpredictable.

His familiar but strange touch was very exciting.

Frozen and inert on the outside, inside Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was a seething cauldron of intrigue.

What would I do next?

The hand dipped down behind her knee, swirled a finger around tI soft, pulpy tissue there, then trailed up the underside of her thigh to the bulge of her buttock.

There, it was joined by its brethren and, together with a palm, formed a cup which closed lovingly around her right cheek.

He held it for a moment, as if sampling its weight and taking its measure, before slipping up to grasp it more firmly, culminating in a gentle squeeze.

The jolt of that sensation was still bursting through to her tummy when the hand journeyed outward with a rubbery, clasping drag that pulled her cheek behind it, forcing her buttocks apart.

He held her spread like that for several long seconds before casually allowing the upper half of her  ass to slump back to meet its sister.

His hand rested again, inert on her hip.

TI slow, deliberate fondling of her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass raised the temperature in her whole pelvic region and set it aglow.

Ever since they had first tried tI spooning position years ago, Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad liked to enter her from behind while Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was lying on her side, but he never played with her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq think the only reason I liked doing it that way was so I could avoid eye contact because I became excited so easily and finished so quickly.

But this morning, he had definitely found a new game to play.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad’s other hand squeezed under her waist.

It startled her but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq managed not to react, in keeping with her pretended sleeping state.

The hand pushed further until it’s fingers were able to curl up to encompass her left breast, clutching it in a gentle grip.

The hand on her hip moved down but surprised her when it reversed direction and returned, underneath her raised nightdress.

TI surprise and the fact that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t wearing panties sent a jolt into her  juncture which, already sensitized by her  own ministrations, twitched uncontrollably and when the fingers on the hand holding her  breast closed around her  nipple which immediately stiffened in response.

Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh, God, Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad .

Don’t start too soon.

Keep doing this for a while, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq prayed.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad ‘s right hand slipped past her  secret area, teasingly skirting the outside of her  mound onto her  belly, then up until his fingers pressed between her  cleavage and closed around her  other breast.

He held her  tits without any further massage but her  nipples still became rock hard pinnacles in his fingers.

Pinch them, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq begged in her mind. Roll them around and stretch them out. You never do that and I’ve always wanted you to.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq almost cried out when his fingers pinched her nipples and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq bit her lip when they were rolled and tweaked.

Was he reading her mind?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t help but release a long, soft sigh when I pulled her  nipples out, stretching her  tits away from her  chest, and held them there.

The tension was sending bolts of ecstasy through her  breasts to careen off her  ribs and dart up to her  throat where they congealed in a lump that transformed into a low growl.

Allah Allah! Oh God how Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq loved her new Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad’s hands.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad backed away then.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted him to stay but his right hand slipped off her  tit and slid around to her  back, barely brushing tI skin that formed a shallow dish in tI small of her  back just above her  bottom.

Yes, play with her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass again. Slip your hand down through her crack and scratch the bottom of her cheeks, then push through her legs and cup her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq pictured the young Hindu man from the mall sliding his hand over her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass but forced it out of her mind with a vengeance.

Such thoughts now seemed a vile betrayal.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t mean it, Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad, her mind screamed. Do it, push your fingers in me from behind.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad’s hand remained still until her yearning eased and curiosity once again ruled.

When it moved, it went up rather than down, following her spine up to her neck, and then back.

Up and down, like a tickling caterpillar, his plucking fingers delving into the top of her crack but only far enough to tease before retreating up her spine.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t  know how long Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad  did that but her  urgent yearning softened and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq began to relish the feel of his platonic caress coupled with the more erotic pulping squeezing of her  left breast and tweaking of its nipple.

This was fine; Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew more would come and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq loved tI suspense.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad’s hand had likely been pressing her forward for some time before Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq yielded to its urging. As Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq leaned forward, his other hand, which had slipped unnoticed from her breast to grip her hip, pulled her back toward him.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad must have slid back in the bed too because her rump never felt him, never encountered the little stiffy that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq expected to be waiting to eagerly shove inside her.

Come get your reward, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought. You’ve earned it this time.

Lying almost doubled over on her side, her back parallel to the headboard, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq tensed her cheeks, trying to twist her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass up and back, offering her  Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot to her  newly endeared hubby.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was wet and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted to be good for him.

Later, after I left, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would treat herself to a good, long one, but it was his well-deserved turn now.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq arched her back and purred, actually purred!

His hand was on her upper cheek again, spreading her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass apart, stretching her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips wide.

The action was so blunt it was almost vulgar, and so different from everything else he’d done today; but it felt great.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad  always simply pushed his cock against her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass, bumping around until I slipped in or more often, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq reached back to guide him in.

But this time, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew there wouldn’t be a problem.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was so wide open, I couldn’t miss, and tI confidence in his approach warned her be ready for an immediate entry, a first-time bull’s-eye.

Oh yeah, I was there, right in her perfect, firm, still wonderfully young, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān slit.

Pushing, pushing.

Allah!

Allah Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

I was so big, so thick!

What the…?

Was I wearing something?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq started to turn her  head but his hand had slid up onto her  neck and was holding her  head so all Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could do was look straight ahead.

I was pushing in, stretching her like he never had before.

It felt so good, so good.

The head of his cock popped in, slightly relieving tI stretching strain but filling Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq with wonderful sensations.

Had I shoved a dildo in her?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq reached back to feel but his hips were close to her, not apart like they would be if I was pushing something into her.

Was I wearing something?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq slipped her hand between them and her fingers curled around the base of his cock.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t feel anything but real cock.

There was no telltale edge of anything slipped over it.

This was a real cock.

A big cock.

And it wasn’t her husband’s!

I lunged forward, pushing her head over the edge of the bed and closing the gap between them, trapping her hand.

Allah Allah!

I was so far inside Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq  it felt like I was up to her  belly button.

Lunging again.

“Unnnggghhhh,” Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq cried, unable to keep her joy inside.

Again.

“Unnnngghhhhh.”

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted it.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq needed it.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq pulled her  hand away and I lunged into her again, forcing another groan from her  throat.

Fuck me, whoever you are, and I’ll scream after.

Heave, heave, and heave.

Her head was lolling over the edge of the bed and the hand, not Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad’s hand Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq now knew, was gripping her shoulder to keep her on the bed, to keep her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot mashing against the root of his wonderful, big cock.

I was moving faster but not frantically, increasing his pace, but steadily, like a steam engine gaining speed as it slowly chugged away from tI station.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq fit into his growing attack, uncomplaining, even relishing each new thrust.

This wasn’t a rape by any means.

Her acceptance denied that interpretation.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq met every lunge as best Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could, angling herself  to take as much of him as Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had never been fucked so well.

His snowballing pace was sufficiently measured to bring her along, or more accurately, push her ahead.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq gasped and moaned and relished tI sound of his own efforts as they were expelled behind her and knew that they were enhanced by her  own reactions.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq felt like screaming but all Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could do was moan and groan.

I seemed to know exactly what Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted and how to give it to her.

Subħān Allah, and how I was giving it to her.

For how long now?

It seemed like forever.

I was moving so fast and hard even though he had increased his pace so gradually.

It seemed wild and ferocious but at tI same time, controlled.

His hips were slapping against her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass now, loudly, and thrusting her perfect round firm Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass back to meet him couldn’t muffle the noise.

Måshā Allah, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hoped I wasn’t home.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hoped I’d gone with her husband to help polish the boat or tinker with… whatever.

Nobody could mistake this sound.

A woman was getting roundly fucked in this house, and sI was loving it!

Allah Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Perhaps more than seven hours of nonstop fucking have already passed and even sI was enjoying it so much that even sI was not aware of it.

Great!

Isn’t it?

Yet, suddenly—

I was coming!

His cock was blasting his seed inside her and tI pressure triggered her own overdue orgasm.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq clenched around his ample rod, moaning even louder than before.

The grip of his hands on her shoulders was intense and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew they would leave marks.

Gasping, her climax subsiding, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq felt him soften inside her and made a note not to wear anything that would show the marks.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq waited for him to slip out of her, like Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad did, but though his cock was limp it didn’t fall out.

He had to pull back before it oozed out of her  soaked Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot, its sliding retreat making Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq want to keep it inside.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq desperately wanted to turn around but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t know why.

I was off the bed and walking quickly away.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq turned just as the door swung shut.

Quickly, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq leapt out of bed and rushed to the door.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted to see him again and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted to make sure that it was he, that young Hindu man at the mall.

How had me found Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq?

How could I so brazenly come in and do what he’d done?

What if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had screamed?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq yanked the door open and stepped through the door, turning right toward tI stairs, running to the edge to catch sight of his dark, curly hair before he got through the door.

Then Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would know, and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would go to the mall, to signal her need for more, as if I didn’t already know Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted him desperately, despite his poor pregnant Musalmān wife.

Afraid Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would miss him before I left the house, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq spoke for the first time.

“Young man,” Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq called.

Young man. Really?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq almost laughed at herself but it was stifled in her throat as Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq realized I was already gone.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was too late.

That’s when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq heard the door click softly behind her.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq turned and stared in shock at the bedroom door at the far end of the hall, on the right, opposite the bathroom.

My room.

Her Hindu son’s room.***

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t  know how Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq got back to her  bedroom.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t remember if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq walked or crawled.

Her mind was blank.

Feelings and thoughts — so tangled and intense — pure, raw… anguish.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq first became aware of her surroundings on her bed where Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq must have thrown herself.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wondered why Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t crying.

Then Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq rationalized that it wasn’t true, that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq’d simply had a disgusting dream, but the heavy Hindu Vīrý  oozing out of her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot put that fairy tale to rest.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq ran to tI shower and scrubbed herself  in steaming hot water but instead of feeling cleansed, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq became excited again and that unleashed another torrent of recriminations and feelings of unworthiness.

What had Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq done to make her Hindu son do this?

Nothing.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t think of anything Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had done to encourage me to do such a thing.

Was her need so great, so apparent?

Is that why that young Hindu man had surveyed her so daringly, not because Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was attractive but because Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq looked like Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq really needed to get fucked?

Did Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq look that desperate?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq ran the water so long it started to get cold.

TI shock made her realize Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t wash this away.

So Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq got out of tI shower and toweled herself dry.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq moved around the bedroom in a trance, dressing, fixing her hair, and applying the little bit of makeup, that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq typically used.

Everything Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq did was normal but in random order.

In the end, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq sat on the bed, unmoving, but eventually realized Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t hide there forever.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had to go out and face me.

Then a thought struck Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq.

Maybe it hadn’t been me at all.

Maybe the young Hindu man had simply made his escape through my room.

Of course, I wouldn’t just walk brazenly out the front door.

My window opened above the bay window at tI side of the house.

He must have jumped down onto it and made his getaway.

That would explain why I hadn’t come with all the noise Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was making.

I wasn’t even home.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq burst out of her room and stared at my closed door.

Uncertainty settled over her.

What if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was wrong?

With great hesitation, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq walked down the hall to my door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

Durgesh ?” Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq called quietly.

No answer.

“DURGESH ?” Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knocked again.

Silence.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq opened the door a couple of inches.

“DURGESH ?”

Nothing.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq pushed the door open.

My room was empty.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq went downstairs but I wasn’t there.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was alone.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was deluged with relief.

Her pseudo-rape was still a private affair, her own little secret.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq decided Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t going to go back to the mall to see the young Hindu man.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was done with it.

If Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq saw him again, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would tell him if he ever came here again, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq’d call tI police.

TI stress draining out of me made her legs weak and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had to use the handrail as Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq descended tI stairs.

To think, for a minute there, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought had made love with her  own Hindu son!***

It turned out that I hadn’t gone to the boat with her husband.

I came home just before noon.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t breathe when I came in the house and yelled ‘Hi Ammī’ as I took off my shoes.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was standing in the kitchen, face ashen, when I burst in and made a beeline directly for the fridge.

“I’m starved,” I said. “Are you making something for lunch?” I asked, grabbing a container of juice and a large block of cheddar.

I looked at her when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t answer.

“Ah, y…yes. Sure. … What do you want?” Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq stammered.

Why did Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq feel so guilty?

I didn’t know what had happened that morning.

Did some part of her think I did?

Or was it that fleeting thought when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq first heard the click of my door closing, that it was I that had been in her bed, and despite the horror that welled up inside Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq, there was a tiny part of her that didn’t mind.

That thought had nagged Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq ever since and it terrified her.

“Anything. I don’t care,” I answered, getting a sharp knife out of a drawer while opening the cupboard to grab a glass at the same time. “A sandwich, maybe. Not soup.”

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq got some tomatoes and mayonnaise from the fridge and watched me slice up some cheese.

I was a good-looking boy.

More of a man really, now that I was twenty eight, and just as strapping as the young Hindu man Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had met at the mall, and this morning in her  bedroom.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq blushed furiously.

“What’s the matter, Ammī? Mental pause?” I laughed.

Thankfully, my teasing put Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq at ease.

This was so typical of me.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew then for sure that it couldn’t have been I this morning.

There was no way I could act like this if it was.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would know.

There would be some sign.

And that guilty feeling, well, it was just that.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had never felt it, not really.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was just trying to make herself feel even worse than Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq already did for what Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had allowed to happen.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq put on a cheery face.

“Away with you. Go on. Get out of my kitchen while Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq make your sandwich, brat.”

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq shooed me out.

Darling Hindu boy.

I laughed and did as I was told.***

Doubt infiltrated her  mind several times that afternoon but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq banished it as soon as Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq felt its debilitating presence.

Dinner conversation consisted of listening to Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad reliving what he had done with my boat that day.

He had been monkeying around with my bow thruster.

The word thruster made Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq blush but Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad didn’t notice.

I blathered on about how I should have spent the money to get the one with twin 135’s instead of the single diesel, and blah, blah, blah.

Somehow, it seemed like her fault that my back was sore from fixing my boat.

I noticed her condition but attributed it to her age, a heat flash.

“Mental pause,” I whimpered.

“Eh?” Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. “I was talking to Ammī.”

“Oh.” Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad continued on, despite the obvious evidence that he didn’t really have an audience.

I smiled, amused by both her husband and me.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq scowled at me, smiled, and barked, “Eat your dinner before it gets cold.”

Several times after supper, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq found herself gazing at me.

I was ruggedly handsome, taller though less robust than her husband but that would probably change over the next few years.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq shook her head after the third such incident, suspicious of her own motives.

Yes, I was a good-looking young Hindu man, like her morning visitor, but her mind had no business going there.

Now that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew it hadn’t been me in her bed, the thought didn’t terrify Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq anymore.

The last thing Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted to do was turn me into a fantasy.

Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hoped her thoughts didn’t turn to me.

In the morning after Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad had left for my boat, her mind, and fingers, began to wander.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq stayed up late, reading in bed.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad came in to say goodnight before going to his own bedroom.

Sadness fell over her as Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq watched him go.

Why had ‘a good night’s sleep’ become so important that they needed separate bedrooms, let alone beds?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had to take the lion’s share of the blame for it.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was working then and had tired of his constant movement during the night and his evening ‘noises’.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad, fourteen years her senior, didn’t put up much of a fight.

Perhaps he had been relieved of tI pressure to rise to the task, when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq went to bed early and waited for him with the lights on, reading a book Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t really interested in.

When Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq looked back, it hadn’t taken long for the weekly visits to become bi-weekly then monthly, and now sometimes less frequent.

“Did you bolt the front door?” Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq asked.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad turned and looked at her oddly. “Of course,” he assured Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq. “Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq, I always do.”

That was true, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought.

Ållāmah Åbdul Ħabīb Al Muħammad was very consistent and thorough with everything he did.

He had looked at boats for three years before buying the Gypsy Lass.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could have strangled him near the end.

Silly her.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought, once he bought it, he wouldn’t have to listen about boats any more.

How naive is that?

“Thanks. Goodnight, dear.”

“Night,” he replied, quietly closing her door.

I knocked on her door half an hour later.

I popped my head in and said goodnight after Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq answered.

I didn’t pull the door completely closed.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq started to call out for me to close it but thought better of it.

I’ll just get it myself, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought, and continued reading.

Sometime later, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq put her book down and turned off the light.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq forgot to close the door.***

Her eyes popped open.

It was dark, very dark, and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t see a thing, but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq knew someone was in her room.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq lay very still, listening intently, trying to locate the intruder.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t want to run into me when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq bolted for the door, or alert me to her awareness.

It was he again.

It must be.

Why wouldn’t he come back after the welcome he received this morning?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hadn’t expected him until next Saturday, or at least until morning, but he was a man, a young man, and he had needs.

If there was a reasonable-looking woman that was willing and able, why not partake of her?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought she understood the young Hindu male mind well enough.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq also understood the adventurous thrill of sneaking into her room.

It wouldn’t be so scary now that he knew how accepting Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was.

In fact, it might be more thrilling.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq bet he was brimming with anticipation at the imminent prospect of another illicit fuck.

There was a rustle next to the bed, on the door side.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t escape that way but all Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had to do was speak.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t afraid.

He hadn’t hurt her this morning and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was sure he had no intentions of doing so.

All Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had to do was tell him it wasn’t going to happen and that he should leave, right now, or Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would call out.

But Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq didn’t say a word.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq simply listened to the rustling and tried to figure out what it was.

He was taking his undershorts off.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq smiled.

Had he already taken the rest of his clothes off before coming in or were they on a pile on the floor.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq bet they weren’t.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq bet he’d taken them off.

And in his eagerness to sample her wares again, he’d forgotten his shorts.

Would your wife be so exciting as to let a strange man sneak into her room and fuck the daylights out of her?

No, I imagine she wouldn’t and you know it.

 You’re intrigued, just like Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was.

The covers were lifting.

It was now or never.

His weight sank into the mattress and he carefully turned toward Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq.

As in the morning, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq lay still.

Several minutes passed without a touch but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could feel his silent breath disturbing the air.

What was he doing?

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq could feel her excitement, even over the tingling of her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wanted him.

Could Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq still feign sleep if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq turned over onto her  side?

He must know Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wasn’t really asleep, or wouldn’t be for long.

Would it ruin it if Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq moved too early to show her acceptance?

Did he want to savor the feeling of being in a strange Musalmān woman’s bed without her knowledge or permission?

Was he waiting until Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t stand it anymore, until he just had to touch her?

Unsure of what to do, Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq did nothing.

Another minute passed before Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq felt a tentative touch on her hip.

It was just a single finger pressed against her side, unmoving, for at least a minute.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq found it hard not to react but managed to control her breathing with some difficulty.

The finger became several before sliding up onto the front of her hip and then down, onto her thigh to her knee.

Circling her kneecap, my hand retraced the same path back to her hip, following just inside the bone, paused, and repeated the journey.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq had almost moaned aloud at his touch because it was only then that Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq realized Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hadn’t put a nightdress on or even panties.

Why Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hadn’t, was beyond him.

The young Hindu man was unable to stifle his own reaction and sucked in his breath, a sound that was music to her ears.

To be wanted so much was very satisfying.

He strummed her thigh for several minutes while Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq strained to see him in the dark.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq turned her head, in tiny increments, each time his fingers circled her kneecap when Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq thought his attention would be drawn away but Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq couldn’t see a thing in the black night.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq wished Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq hadn’t closed the blinds.

Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq would have loved to see his adoring face in the moonlight and wanted him to be able to see her body that was straining so hard to feel more of him.

His hand had stopped at the top of her hip again, folded over the bone.

Absolutely still and then, his fingers began lightly scratching, as if his nails were trying to gather her  skin in toward him.

His dragging fingers pulled her  skin, imposing a delicious tension that ran like a river of lava from her  hip bone to her  Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot, stopped by the yawning crevice there, but only briefly before the electricity of it vaulted the gap to the other side of her  labia.

He wasn’t even close to touching Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq there and Sajdah Al Noor Åbdul Ħaq was already lubricating.

Who was this man?

Who was this man??

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

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

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

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. 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.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. 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

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

181. The Extent: 7

182. The Extent: 8

183. The Extent: 9

184. The Extent: 10

185. The Extent : 11

186. The Extent : 12

187. The Extent : 13

188. The Extent : 14

189. The Extent : 15

190. The Audacity

191. The Audacity 2

192. The Audacity3

193.The Audacity4

194. The Audacity5

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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

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More 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 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2

38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

39. Saamved: Mantr 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 115

41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1

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

53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

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

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


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