Midterm 2012: 8

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the excitement of summer as she finally graduated from University.

Finally, she was going to enter the real world.

She was now 28 years old and lots of course, but she was just glad to get University over with.

She’d graduated with a computer programming degree in hopes of finding a good job.

Her parents lived in Saůūdī Årab.

She had left Saůūdī Årab as most of the highly educated sophisticated Musalmān Beauties were doing nowadays.

Now she needed a job and most jobs were in the city, which was a long drive for her from where she lived at present.

Usually long drives wouldn’t matter to her, except that she had a small, old Honda accord that she drove, which usually broke down a lot.

It was passed down to her from her Ammī.

Since it broke down often, she didn’t want to risk driving over an hour every day to a job.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was currently looking for a place to stay until she found a job.

She knew me, lived in my own apartment in the city.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were only four years apart and very close.

I already had my own job of writing, law firms, social service, and sex therapy etcetera and was well off for the meantime.

“Please Durgesh. Can I move in with you? It’ll be just temporary, I promise!” Arzumand Jahāngīr begged me as she visited me on Saturday afternoon.

We sat in my living room as I was watching an ashvinātam movie.

“Aww Arzumand Jahāngīr, if you move in with me, I won’t be able to bring girls my home,” I teased.

Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Please? Please? Please?” She continued to plead.

I had to smile.

My little maternal cousin looked so cute begging.

Her pretty hazel eyes glowed as she implored.

Her hair was a light shade of brown and shoulder length.

She wore blonde highlights to bring out her pretty face.

“Oh, alright, but only a few weeks. I do have a life you know.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr got up and hugged me.

“Oh thank you! You’re tI best! I promise as soon as I get a job I’ll leave.”

I was proud of my decision to let my maternal cousin move in with me.

Besides, my love life was dry at the moment.

I was busy with work and hardly had time for cute Musalmān girls now.

Moreover, having my maternal cousin around, I would not be so lonesome.

I liked having someone there to talk to.***

By Monday of that week, Arzumand Jahāngīr had already moved in.

Since I had a one-bedroom apartment then, Arzumand Jahāngīr had agreed to sleep in the living room.

I had a sofa bed.

Therefore, that was where Arzumand Jahāngīr would be sleeping.

I hardly saw Arzumand Jahāngīr, as she would get up very early in search of a job.

By the time I came home though, she had managed to cook up some good home cooked meals.

She had learned to cook from her Ammī, who was an awesome cook.

Luckily, she had passed on that talent to her beautiful daughter.

“Why are you so nice to me and cook my dinners?” I asked Arzumand Jahāngīr one night as we sat eating homemade lasagna.

Arzumand Jahāngīr beamed with pride.

“Well, because you’re letting me stay here for free. I mean this is the least I can do, right?”

She sat and watched as I ate.

I was a grown sixty-two years old, yet still marvellously handsome Hindu man.

They thought I was thirty-two only.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was painstakingly adamant to prove it due to her own vested personal interests.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hair was light brown like hers and she had the honey hazel eyes.

I was sophisticated and still muscular incredibly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to prove her point.

I’m sorry to admit that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was so observant of me that I never suspected she was doing something wrong to my mature Musalmān Beauties.

I thought she hated her Ammījān Nafīsah Salmān only.

While basically my thinking was not wrong, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s strategy to fight with her Ammījān Nafīsah Salmān, was ultimately appeared to be detrimental to my mature Musalmān Beauties’ interests.

When I became aware of met, it was too late to cope with the dangerous strategies Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan adopted against my mature Musalmān Beauties.

I was still fighting with it, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has masterminded it so proficiently that now it was not easy to undo what she had done deliberately keeping me in the dark.

Arzumand Jahāngīr remembered how her friends used to talk about how they had crushes on me.

She still recalled when I used to take care of her when her parents went off to a usual business dinner.

She always looked up to me not just as a Buāzād Cousin, but also as a mentor and a friend.

Arzumand Jahāngīr thus reminded me Sāimah Al Ħaider* * *

As the days went by Arzumand Jahāngīr struggled to find a job.

She’d go from business to business in hopes of someone needing a computer programmer.

She was getting frustrated and knew she was wearing out her welcome with me.

I on the other hand, loved the fact that Arzumand Jahāngīr was living with me.

I hated coming home to an empty apartment.

She would entertain me with her wacky University stories and silly jokes.

I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time with any companion.

One night, I had gotten home late from hanging out with my lady friends.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was fast asleep on the couch.

I looked at her sleeping peacefully since I could see her from the dim light that reflected from my room.

Her soft hair was in her face and the covers were not completely covering her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body.

I stared closely as Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nightgown was all the way up.

She wore small bikini white panties that brought out her tanned skin.

I felt my Hindu erection growing my pants.

I wanted to stop staring, yet I couldn’t keep my eyes off my maternal cousin.

I never imagined she would look so sexy underneath her clothes.

I wanted to reach over to touch her legs and run my hands up and down those long legs until I reached her excellent smooth Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

I could only imagine how warm she was between her legs.

Would sI ever want me  to touch her?

Ok snap out of met! I told myself. She’s your maternal cousin for crying aloud.

But I am already fucking most of my maternal and Kħālāzād Cousins maintaining even my Live in Relationship with them.

In fact, my wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is also my maternal cousin.

Kħadījah Muħammad was also my maternal cousin and she is famous to be my Sex Queen and Out Queen, my Outdoor Sex Queen actually.

Yet, ultimately, I forced myself to take my eyes off Arzumand Jahāngīr and went into my room.

I took off my clothes leaving just my boxers on as I always did.

I looked down to find my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock  wanting to slip out of my boxers.

Arzumand Jahāngīr had really excited me.

Deliberately?

Well, I simply couldn’t decide.

I let my mind run wild with images of my beautiful maternal cousin, Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I started having a sexy fantasy about Arzumand Jahāngīr waking up and desperately needing me.

She started to lift up her nightgown and slip out of those tiny panties she wore, in my fantasies.

Arzumand Jahāngīr would then slide her wet Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock requesting me to cum in her for.

I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

I confidently and sophisticatedly put my Uncut Hindu Cock back in my pants and grabbed a long t-shirt to try to cover up my excitement.

It was Arzumand Jahāngīr standing outside my bedroom door in that short little nightgown of hers.

Durgesh? Are you OK?”

I was not panting.

I was all my sweet self.

I was sixty-two already despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s all the fabricated deceitful claims.

I had already faced similar situations so many times before too.

I was totally prepared therefore to meet them.

“Yeah. Everything is fine, darling. Why do you ask?”

I found Arzumand Jahāngīr’s extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes gazing down at My Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was up and the t-shirt didn’t really hide anything.

Then quickly she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Nothing. I just thought I heard some noise. Sorry. I’m going back to bed now.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr scurried over back to the sofa bed wrapping her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body around the covers.

She felt herself blush yet proud of herself as she could still see my Hindu erection through my boxers.

I was a guy after all and it had to be normal for me to have an erection.

She just never thought she’d catch me.

She smiled as she ran her hands down her own body.

She’d been so wrapped up in looking for a job, that it’d been a while since she masturbated.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was now rubbing herself between her legs.

My erection had excited her beyond control.

Her hand could feel her soaked Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy over her panties.

She closed her eyes feeling her own pleasure.

All of a sudden, she had thoughts of me coming to her.

She couldn’t seem to get my erection out of her mind.

She kept wondering what my Uncut Hindu Cock looked like.

It was too famous now for fucking every Musalmān Beauty available to me.

She felt her excitement rush as she thought about the fact that I was right in the next room having an erection myself as well.

Arzumand Jahāngīr pulled her panties down taking them off and putting them to the side.

Her finger was already finding itself inside her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hole.

She let out a very quiet whimper as sI began to finger fuck herself.

I back in my own room kept trying to stay quiet not to be discovered by my maternal cousin.

Arzumand Jahāngīr now had two fingers up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt   as she squirmed around pleasuring herself.

She lifted up her nightgown with her other hand letting her tits out.

Her nipples were already hard as she ran her hand across them.

She licked her lips as she felt herself coming to an intense orgasm.

I couldn’t get Arzumand Jahāngīr and her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body out of my mind.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s little body was shaking, as she was cumming on her fingers.

“Oh I’m cumming on your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” She said in her own mind.

Her juices leaked out of her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy hole leaving her sheets wet.

SI envisioned herself riding My Uncut Hindu Cock and cumming on it.

It was hard to keep quiet but she managed.

Her orgasm was powerful making her ooze out her womanly Pakistani Sunni Musalmān juices as she pinched her own nipples with her other hand.

She let her fingers slip out of her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she smiled in satisfaction closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

She dreamt about me whom she now secretly desired despite our tremendous age difference.

The next morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up late.

She looked and saw my bedroom door open with the light off so she knew I’d left to go to work.

Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed out of bed and ran into the shower.

She quickly showered and got dressed ready to go job-hunting again.

She made sure to make the sofa bed and pick up her panties she’d left there from last night’s wild masturbation.

At work, all I could do was think about Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I knew I had to get her off my mind fast.

It was not just wrong to have those kinds of thoughts about your own maternal cousin.

But to be obsessed with it was a weakness.

I hated to resort to any weakness whatsoever it maybe.

I still couldn’t wait to get home to her pleasant smile and pretty face.

I arrived home later than usual that Friday night.

I stepped in the apartment and found Arzumand Jahāngīr happily humming as she was setting up the table for dinner.

She was wearing a short black skirt and a white button up blouse.

I could see her long tanned legs well.

“Welcome home sweet Durgesh of mine!” She said cheerfully.

I raised my eyebrows in concern.

“OK what are you so happy about?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr grin was from ear to ear.

“Well guess what? I got a job!”

I felt my heart sink.

But I was careful enough not to let it out and come on my face.

“Oh really? Well hey congrats!”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me closely.

“Durgesh? Why don’t you sound happy for me?”

“No, I am very happy. I’m sorry Arzumand Jahāngīr I guess I just had a bad day at work.” I lied.

I felt poignant knowing that she got a job.

That meant she would be moving out.

I still tried hard not to show my heartbreak.

I knew I had to be happy for my maternal cousin.

My sexy little maternal cousin.

“I’m sorry sweetie that you had a bad day. Look, I’ve managed to whip up a nice rice and broccoli casserole and I made a salad too. Let’s just unwind and try to be happy OK?” Her voice was so comforting.

I nodded.

“Alright darling. Let me just go wash up myself.”

As we ate, I kept trying to sound cheerful.

I listened to Arzumand Jahāngīr  just talk about how her job interview had gone and how happy she was finally starting her career.

All I could do was, look at her and fall even more in love with her.

After dinner, Arzumand Jahāngīr was cleaning up the kitchen.

I went in to talk with her.

“Can I be of any help?”

She giggled softly.

“You don’t have to help me. You’ve already done too much for me.”

“No, it’s ok. I want to help. Besides you did a lot for me too.” I replied.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stared at me.

I looked comfortable in my wind shorts and a t-shirt.

She kept trying to get her wandering eyes off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Hey I’m gonna go change up ok?”

I looked down at her.

“OK. Hey how about some ice cream?”

She nodded ecstatically.

“Mmm that sounds good!”

She ran to tI bathroom to change.

I laughed and got out two bowls to serve strawberry ice cream for us both.

I always remembered that strawberry ice cream was Arzumand Jahāngīr’s favorite.

A few minutes later, Arzumand Jahāngīr came back wearing her short blue jean shorts and a dark blue spaghetthe strap top.

I swallowed hard as I kept looking at her breasts.

They  looked so perky under her little top.

“Thank you,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sweetly as I handed her a bowl of ice cream.

We sat in the living room watching music videos and just talking about work.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sat across from me with her legs crossed.

I  sat slouched down not being able to concentrate on the videos but instead finding myself  ogling Arzumand Jahāngīr .

After we were all done Arzumand Jahāngīr got up to take tI bowls and spoons to the sink.

She rinsed them and washed them quickly.

She headed back to the living room and saw me looking still somewhat somber.

“Are you sure your OK?” She asked concerned sitting next to me.

I sighed.

“Well I guess I’m just going to miss you darling.” I finally confessed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr put her arm around me.

“Really? Well I’m going to miss you too. You’re so much fun to live with. Don’t worry though; I’ll still be here another two or three weeks until my first paycheck so I get my own place.”

I looked over at my maternal cousin.

Her face was glowing and she never looked more beautiful. My hand reached to stroke her hair.

“I’m going to miss you more than you think.” I couldn’t believe I was speaking out my true feelings.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked somewhat puzzled.

Durgesh, what are you saying?”

Our bodies were so close now.

My hand was now on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s leg making her weak with lust.

I  didn’t answer her question.

Instead, I moved close to her and gently kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips.

No, it was not on impulse.

I did it deliberately.

What was wrong in it while I knew very well what Arzumand Jahāngīr herself wanted to do with me?

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped in surprise but she returned the kiss I gave her.

Our lips were locked with one another’s almost indefinitely.

My tongue slithered in Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

She felt me French kissing her.

Yet, she did not intend to stop me.

She tongued it with mine as we enjoyed this wonderful first kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was entranced feeling My Hindu lips on hers.

I was an incredible kisser.

I felt her suck on my tongue as my hands moved upwards to touch her breasts lightly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned into My mouth at the feel of my experienced Hindu hand on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

She wanted to put her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock to feel it.

Ever since last night that’s all she could think about.

I was in shock.

I couldn’t believe that I was finally kissing my extremely beautiful maternal cousin.

I felt my balls tighten as I felt my maternal cousin’s beautiful breasts over her top, but I knew I had to stop.

It was hard to do, but I had to.

Trying not to get lost in my maternal cousin’s kisses, he pushed myself away from her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr, confused and aching for me, looked up at me.

“What’s wrong, dear? There’s nothing to stop now. Let me admit to you. I was dying for it. Thank you very much for what you’ve done, even so far.”

I stood up and paced the room.

My erection would not go away.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m sorry. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt disappointed but figured it was for tI best that I stopped.

Otherwise, she would have let me do anything I wanted to her.

“It’s OK. I mean I kissed you too. Let’s just forget about it.”

Forget about it?

I thought to myself.

How could I ever?

My maternal cousin’s kiss still lingered on my lips.

“Yes I’m sorry Arzumand Jahāngīr, let’s forget it happened,” I agreed yet regretted saying.

With that, I decided to go out for a ride in my car to get my thinking straight.

“I’ll be back later darling. Call my cell phone if you need anything OK?” I said quietly as Arzumand Jahāngīr just watched me leave.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sat on the couch stunned and yet so turned on by my excellent exquisite passionate kiss.

She put her fingertips on her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

She couldn’t believe it was happening.

She was actually falling in love with me.

The next morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up early feeling drenched between her legs.

She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes still remembering that sexy kiss I gave her.

Ok get over it she told herself.

She looked outside and saw I had gotten home.

She had fallen asleep and didn’t hear me come home last night.

She got up to shower and visit her parents.

She left without telling me, since I seemed to be asleep.

I lay on my bed as I heard my maternal cousin leave.

I had dreamed like crazy last night thinking of our kiss.

How sweet it was, to touch her.

“Mmmm she’s got such a fine little body.” I said to myself.

I could still remember the feel of her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts over her top.
Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived at her parents’ home and saw her Ammī outside in the garden.

Her Abbū was by the garage washing his truck.

Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived with good news about her job.

Deep down she felt guilty about what had happened with me.

“Ammījān! How are you?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked excitedly as she ran to hug her Ammī.

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī was a fine woman for her age.

Being almost 52 years old, she still looked more vibrant and beautiful.

She loved her children and was always so proud of them.

She knew Arzumand Jahāngīr would become something in life.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr!” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī wailed out hugging her daughter.

“Hey Ammījān. Guess what? I finally got a job!” Arzumand Jahāngīr squealed in joy.

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’s eyes lit up.

“Oh honey, I knew you could do it. I always have faith in my little girl.”

“I just had to come tell you the good news. I want to tell Abbū but he looks too busy right now.”

“Well you can tell me but please sit here and chat with me for a while. I miss my little girl around you know. How is Durgesh  by the way?”

The Musalmān women moved over to a table outside in the garden.

Arzumand Jahāngīr swallowed hard hoping her Ammī would not see through her.

“Well Durgesh   is doing just great. He’s been a wonderful roommate. Better than any of the roommates I had in University that’s for sure.”

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī laughed.

“Yes he’s a wonderful person. I miss him. You know he doesn’t come by to see us too often.”

“Well he’s busy with work.”

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“Yeah he’s busy with work and I bet he’s busy with extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties  too.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself blush.

“No actually there he’s single Ammījān. I guess he has to be for the next few weeks until I move out.”

“Well Durgesh was and is always a real womanizer. As soon as you leave I bet he’ll have a new Musalmān girlfriend.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her jaw clench.

The thought of me with another Musalmān girl was making her jealous.

“Anyway so what’s new with you?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked changing the subject.

The women sat in the garden catching up on their lives.

Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn came to join his wife and daughter in the conversation.

Arzumand Jahāngīr kept trying to listen to her parent’s words, yet her mind still drifted off thinking of me.

She knew things were going to be just a little uncomfortable when she got back.

She decided to ask her Ammī if she could spend the night there to head her head straight before heading back to My Sunday night.

“Of course you can stay here sweetie. Just be sure to call Durgesh   and let him know so he won’t worry about you.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī smiled at her daughter.

Arzumand Jahāngīr already had a lot of her clothes at her parents so she didn’t need to go back to the apartment to pick up any clothes.

She felt her hands shaky as she dialed my number to let me know she’d be staying her parent’s house.

“Hello?” I answered.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed before speaking.

“Durgesh? Uh I’m going to spend the night at Ammījān and Dad’s OK?”

There was a brief silence.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt nervous.

“Durgesh? You there?”

She heard me finally speak.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart race.

“You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. It’s just I want to stay here with Ammījān and Dad. Besides, we could use tonight to forget about our mistakes.” She wanted to slap herself for saying that our kiss was a mistake.

I cleared my throat.

“Uh yeah your right. It was a mistake. Well I’ll see you later darling.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stayed on the phone in silence until she heard the line go dead.

She felt her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes swell up in tears.

Her heart was aching since she knew she’d hurt me.

She spent the rest of the day with her parents trying to get me out of her mind.

She’d have to since she’d be coming back to me the next night.

Sunday morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up early.

She wasn’t able to sleep all night and her stomach felt like it had butterflies as she thought of going back to my place.

She had breakfast at her parents and got some more of her clothes to take back to the apartment.

She decided not to leave her parent’s home until late that afternoon.

Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived at my apartment a little past eight.

I sat there in the living room watching a movie and my eyes pierced at her as she walked in.

She felt her heart race as I stared at her.

I watched Arzumand Jahāngīr walk in slowly holding a bag of her clothes.

I’d missed her so much in just that one day she was gone.

I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but I had to control myself.

She was my maternal cousin after all.

I couldn’t treat her casually.

“Hey,” Arzumand Jahāngīr  spoke softly as she set tI bag of clothes down on the couch where she slept.

I looked away. “Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr. How are your Ammījān and Dad doing, my Māmūjān and Mumānījān, I mean?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed her hair to the side as she looked down.

“They’re doing good. They asked about you. They sent their love.”

I continued to look away.

“I think I’ll pay them a visit sometime this week.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr just nodded.

“So how was your day?”

I finally looked up at my maternal cousin.

My eyes were full of love.

“It was miserable. Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m sorry I hurt you. I know you only stayed at Ammījān and Dad’s because of what happened.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr sat on the couch across from me.

She wanted to just blurt out that she loved my kiss and she was in love with me.

“Look, we’ve already discussed it. It was just a kiss. I mean we shouldn’t let it make us feel uncomfortable around one another.”

I smiled ultimately.

“You’re so right. Let’s just forget it and let things go back to the way they were.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr just nodded.

“Yes back to the way we were.”

We watched movies for the rest of the night in silence.

Arzumand Jahāngīr fell asleep early.

I quietly turned off the t.V. and went to get her a blanket to put over her beautiful body.

I watched her sleep so still.

My hands wanted to roam her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, to feel every curve she had.

What in the world, was I going to do with her?

I wanted her for sure, more than I’ve ever wanted any other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman.

Both of us slept peacefully that night thinking of one another.

Deep down we both knew things would never go back to the way we were.

Our too intimate kiss had changed them forever.

Monday morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up with first day of work jitters.

She was going to be working at a local University in the area.

She was nervously scattering her clothes around to see what she should wear on her first day to work.

I was still asleep and Arzumand Jahāngīr  hoped to get out of the house before I woke up.

She quickly showered and started to get ready.

Arzumand Jahāngīr decided to put on her dark maroon skirt that was just a bit above the knee and a black tight v-neck top.

Her black heels and hose completed her look.

She was in tI bathroom about to pin up her hair when she heard my bedroom door open.

She peeped out to see me walking in.

My hair was messy.

I wore an old white t-shirt and my dark blue boxers.

Our eyes met for a Moment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr bit her lip not knowing whether to speak or not.

“Oh sorry you need to use tI bathroom?” She asked nervously.

“Yeah but it’s OK. Go ahead and finish what you were doing,” I replied sincerely.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her hands shake as I watched her pin up her silky brown hair.

My eyes were glued to her making her flush.

I looked as my maternal cousin made herself look gorgeous.

I stared closely at her long legs.

Oh how I would love to have those long legs wrapped around me as I made love to her.

“OK, stop it you sexiest man,” I said to myself .

“So your first day on the job, eh?” I  asked sweetly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“Yeah. I’m nervous. I hope I do well.”

I moved closer to her.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Look, I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight OK? You know, in celebration of your new job.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t help but smile.

“OK. That’s so sweet of you!”

It was my turn to smile.

“Well it’s just my way to say congratulations.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr found herself again looking down at my Hindu crotch.

She was hoping I was hard like that other night.

Ever since then, all she could think about was how big My Uncut Hindu Cock was.

Was it thick?

Did I shoot a lot when I came?

Did I?..

“So we can go out around seven tonight.” I was saying as I made Arzumand Jahāngīr snap out of the thoughts.

“Y-yes. Seven sounds fine. It’s a date then.” Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.

I just lightly brushed my hand on her arm sending shivers all over.

“Yeah a date, my darling, sure.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her face redden with excitement.

Not only was she nervous about her first day on the job, but also she felt tense about going out with me that night.

She slowly stepped out of tI bathroom lightly brushing her shoulder against mine.

“Have a good day at work, dear.” I said quietly as she walked out.

“Thanks. I’ll see you tonight.” Arzumand Jahāngīr called out not wanting to look at me again because if she did she might just throw herself all over me.

She got to work in time and was introduced to all the workers.

She’d be mainly working at the university library in the tech room.

All her coworkers seemed like nice people.

Her one coworker that was showing her around was about 2 years her senior.

Her name was Sakīnah Āftāb and she was a very pleasant young woman.

“Well so glad to have you work with us Arzumand Jahāngīr. I hope you enjoy working here as much as I have. It’s great. Besides the pay, if you decided to go back to University, you can attend classes after work without having to drive all the way across town.”

Sakīnah Āftāb had immediately volunteered, herself, to show Arzumand Jahāngīr around.

Her beauty and her grace stunned Sakīnah Āftāb.

She seemed different than other girls.

She appeared to be more sweet and down to earth.

“Thank you Sakīnah Āftāb sāħibah,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said as she was being walked to her own little office.

“No please just call me Sakīnah Āftāb.” Sakīnah Āftāb said grinning ear to ear. “Once again welcome and I’ll be here if you got any questions.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled politely and entered her office as Sakīnah Āftāb left closing the door behind her.

She sat on tI big leather chair and closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes for a Moment.

All she could think about was her “date” with me tonight.

Arzumand Jahāngīr realized that she was hopelessly in love with me.

Allah, how handsome Durgesh is even at his early sixties and how hard for her.

Is he really sixty-two?

She couldn’t believe watching the immense Hindu erection for her.

Allah Allah, what an immense Hindu lust for a Musalmān Beauty.

Arzumand Jahāngīr understood now how Hindus win Musalmān Beauties entirely in so large a number.

They had immense Hindu lust for Musalmān Beauties.

And what the hell more the Musalmān Beauties demanded?

The Hindus boldly showed Musalmān Beauties how intense their Hindu lust was for Musalmān Beauties.

Naturally, Musalmān Beauties fell for Hindus.

The ever-religious Musalmīn were never capable even to have that much lust for them.

Islam prohibited it altogether.

That’s why Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t know even a single Musalmān Beauty not having sex with her Hindu lover.

Well, yes, Arzumand Jahāngīr agreed now with her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends:

Uncut Hindu Lund and Musalmān Choot are made for each other. They are ever inseparable.’

‘Only Hindus can love us Musalmān Beauties to the extent, never the ever religious Musalmīn.’

Somewhat blunt expressions, but truer ultimately.

Even Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t deny it now.

She kept hoping deep down that I’d try to kiss her again.

This time she wouldn’t let me stop ever to any extent whatsoever.

Yes, why not?

Let Durgesh fuck her even.

That’s what Arzumand Jahāngīr herself wants.

Doesn’t she?

Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived home almost at 6 o’clock that night.

I was already home when she got there.

I had my bedroom door open, as I was getting ready.

Arzumand Jahāngīr poked her head in the room admiring her sexy Durgesh.

I looked at her beaming with innocent Durgeshly love.

“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m almost ready.”

“I see. You look so handsome my dear.” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out.

“Thanks, darling.”I smiled boldly, “Did you want to use my room to get ready instead of getting ready in tI bathroom?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded,

“Yes I’d like that. But first I have to take a quick shower.”

I had put on a blue and white plaid shirt and some dark blue slacks.

My shirt collar looked crooked.

“Here, let me fix this,” Arzumand Jahāngīr uttered as she fixed my shirt collar.

She could lightly smell my cologne as she fixed my shirt.

I could hardly breathe having my lovely maternal cousin so close to me.

I wanted to just pick her little body up and throw her on my bed.

‘I wonder how her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy feels,’ I thought to myself.

“There, much better.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said as sI backed away from me slowly, her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes never leaving mine.

“Thanks dear.”

Our eyes met again and the room was filled with silence.

“Well I’m gonna shower first and then I’ll come in here to change.”

“Alright, I’ll be in the living room. Don’t take too long I know how you girls can be,” I teased.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed. “Oh be quiet.”

She rushed off to shower.

In the shower, Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body in heat as the thought of spending an evening with me.

She wondered if other people saw them together, would they think we were a couple?

It excited her to think that they would.

The cold water ran all over her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, and Arzumand Jahāngīr  moaned softly as she touched her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts remembering how it felt when I  had lightly touched them when I kissed her.

“Ok Arzumand Jahāngīr, stop it! Just forget about it! You’ve your Durgesh now, your own Buāzād Cousin.” She kept reminding herself.

She stepped out of the shower into her bathrobe and headed on into my room.

I was busy talking on the phone with one of my Musalmān lady friends and the television was blaring.

Arzumand Jahāngīr walked in carrying her clothes she’d be wearing for the night.

She stood there naked in my room.

She looked around and obviously saw my bed was not made yet.

She lay on my bed nude surrounded by the sheets that covered me.

She could smell my Hindu masculinity on my sheets.

“Mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” She whimpered.

Her mind raced with thoughts of one day being able to sleep on my bed with me nude by her side, and even on her.

Allah, how Arzumand Jahāngīr has longed now to be my nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mare forever.

She dreamed of me nude too, riding forever on nude Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Allah, let it happen.

Let it happen.

Please!

‘Muddat kī tamannāon kā silā jazbāt ko ab mil jāné do,

Jis taraħ milī hain do rūħén,

Us taraħ sé dil mil jāné do.

In pāk gunāon kī ghađiyān,

Ātī hain magar har roz nahīn,

Har roz inhén ab āné do,

Har vaqt inhén ab āné do.’

‘Har roz inhén ab āné do,

Har vaqt inhén ab āné do.’

Arzumand Jahāngīr loved the way my sheets felt against her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān skin.

She rolled over on her stomach getting completely aroused.

The soft fabric of the sheets tickled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she started to slide herself up and down.

She imagined herself fucking me , having me  cum in her.

Her small frame moved up and down grinding her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy on tI bed.

She felt herself so moist and full of lust.

Then a guilt trip washed over her.

“What the hell are you doing? Durgesh is a Hindu. He is a forbidden fruit for a Musalmān Beauty.” Arzumand Jahāngīr  told herself.

She got off tI bed feeling weak at her knees as she stopped herself from feeling so much ashvinātam pleasure.

She looked down and ran her hands on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, feeling throb.

Arzumand Jahāngīr never had sex and now she was really yearning for it.

Wanting it from me.

A Hindu?

Yessssssssss!

Why not?

Damn it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr finally managed to get dressed.

She put on the green and white summer dress, which made her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body look absolutely spectacular.

Underneath she wore some white lacey little panties and no bra since the dress was spaghetthe strap.

Her black strap sandals finished the look.

She took a look at herself in the full-length mirror that was nailed on the closet door.

She’d let her shoulder length hair down and pinned on each side by glittery green pins.

Her makeup was on light, giving her an innocent youthful look.

“OK just try to control yourself tonight Arzumand Jahāngīr. He is your Durgesh now, just keep remembering that.” She thought to herself.

She opened tI bedroom door as I waited for her.

I stood up ready to take my maternal cousin out.

It would just be the two of us.

Alone.

Full of temptation.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I drove mostly in silence.

We were heading downtown to go eat at a nice cozy restaurant that I had heard about.

They served tI best steaks, which I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr loved.

I kept trying to keep my eyes on the road but Arzumand Jahāngīr’s long legs kept distracting me.

Her dress rode up high as she sat in my mustang.

I felt somewhat excited being out with such a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girl like Arzumand Jahāngīr, my gorgeous maternal cousin.

“So like I was saying this place has some of tI best steaks ever. I’ve heard some people at work talk about it.” I suddenly blurted out trying to make a conversation.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned to look at me.

“Oh well sounds good. I’m so hungry right now.”

I scoffed.

“Yeah me too.”

I wasn’t thinking of food though.

We arrived at the restaurant and we had to wait a while before being seated.

Arzumand Jahāngīr loved the atmosphere.

It was dim-lighted and had a feel of home.

A few minutes later, we were finally seated by a window overlooking tI busy downtown area.

“I’m gonna order tI biggest steak we got here!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed playfully.

I laughed.

“Ok feel free to order whatever you want. It’s on me darling.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled.

“Oh thank you so much for taking me out. I haven’t been out in a while.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I said seriously.

Arzumand Jahāngīr just brushed off my comment.

“I really like this place Durgesh. I mean it’s just so cool.”

“I’m glad you like it dear.” I couldn’t take my eyes of the small beautiful cleavage her dress produced.

We ate dinner and talked about work.

I couldn’t remember ever having such a nice conversation with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girl.

Arzumand Jahāngīr entertained me nicely.

Her laugh was so gentle and her voice, her voice was just mesmerizing.

I felt like I could sit and talk with her for hours.

After our salad and steak, I  offered to buy her dessert.

“Hmm how about we split a Tiramisu?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked sweetly.

I nodded.

“Yeah sounds good to me.”

A few minutes later, our waitress came back with our dessert.

The waitress was a young Musalmān blonde, a bit quiet but she finally spoke out when sI brought the dessert.

“Here you go. Your Tiramisu.” She placed the plate down with two forks. “How long have you two been together?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr almost felt herself choke on her coke when the waitress asked that bizarre question.

I cleared my throat trying to explain.

But Arzumand Jahāngīr suddenly smiled boldly at her,

“Well, actually, we are just courting with each other now.”

“Ah,” the waitress smiled, “Sir, I wish a very very happy sex life for both of you.”

“Thank you very much.” Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled profoundly at her.

I was amazed at her so unexpected response but she held my hand and squeezed it redolently.

“My pleasure, madam.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart pounding.

My eyes were piercing at her.

She too was hoping the waitress thinking we were a couple turned me on.

We ate our dessert in silence after the waitress’ remark.

The dessert was so cold and so delicious.

I watched Arzumand Jahāngīr eat it slowly as she licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips getting the entire flavor.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips were so full and pouty!

After we were finished with dinner, we decided to take a walk down tI busy street looking at the window displays as Arzumand Jahāngīr window-shopped.

I saw many people stare at us.

I had to admit that we did make a great looking couple.

The night was still young, but Arzumand Jahāngīr  and I  heard thunder up above.

“I didn’t hear that it was going to rain,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said frustrated somewhat.

I looked up feeling sprinkles of rain beginning to fall.

“I’m afraid so darling. Let’s get going back home. Maybe we can come downtown again later on this week.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned like a spoiled little girl.

“Oh ok I guess so. I was just having so much fun Durgesh darling.”

I lightly put my hand on her back as we walked back to my car.

My touch, just this small light touch, was making Arzumand Jahāngīr feel warm inside.

We walked back to my car as the rain came down harder.

Luckily, we made it to the car without getting drenched.

Driving back home, the rain was pouring hard.

We ended up being stuck in a major traffic jam.

It seemed there was an accident up ahead and traffic was stopped.

“Oh great! Damnit! Now we are stuck here.” I groaned.

“Oh I’m sorry for all this Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said apologizing.

I sighed looking at my maternal cousin.

Her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes were on me.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s this damn traffic.”

“Yeah but if it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t be in this traffic.”

I had a quick reflex and reached over to put my hand on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s knee.

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be home alone, doing nothing. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be miserable right now.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her pulse racing as my hand laid on her knee.

She deliberately didn’t do anything to push it away.

She wanted it there, enjoying it very much.

SI began to hope that I’d move it up more.

I felt my hand warm as I had it on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s knee.

Her skin felt so soft.

I was tempted to move it up her dress.

I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr as sI bit her lip as if she was waiting for the next move.

I slowly made tI bold move to slide my hand up her leg.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her whole body fill with lust as my hand was riding up her leg.

My Hindu touch was incredible as I kept moving my hand up.

I smiled as my hand was now on Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s smooth thigh.

Arzumand Jahāngīr voluntarily spread her legs to give me further access.

I couldn’t believe that I was touching my maternal cousin so erotically.

I could begin to feel the heat that lay between her creamy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breathing was getting heavy.

She’d never been more excited.

My hand was now creeping to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch as I gently began to rub it over her lacey panties.

I could feel her wetness as I rubbed her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wanted to moan, but she was just in a state of shock of pure lust.

My fingers caressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot lightly rubbing up and down between her slick slit.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked around and saw the traffic jammed street hoping no one she knew would be witnessing this beautiful deed.

She turned to look at me, noticing my Uncut Hindu Cock growing in my pants.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I massaged her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

“Mmmmm,” She found herself moaning softly.

I was astounded watching my little maternal cousin get turned on by my Hindu touch.

It was the most enjoyable traffic jam I could ever imagine.

I was weary about it, but I went ahead and pushed Arzumand Jahāngīr’s panties to the side to finally get a feel of her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān flesh.

Her sweet little excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped as she felt me touch her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot skin to skin.

My touch was so wonderful.

She opened her legs a little bit more, letting me know that I had her.

I had her good.

She appreciated, rather loved my activities.

I could feel her shaved excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as I rubbed it with my Hindu fingers.

Her juices were all over my hand.

I could feel them just oozing out with each stroke of my hand.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock wanting to just jump out of my pants as I started to slide a finger inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Oh her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was so warm, so tight.

I watched her as she licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips, as she was lost in her enjoyment.

My finger was sliding in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān fuck hole.

She started to moan louder now as I began to finger her faster and inserted a second finger in her.

“Oh Durgesh . Durgesh , Durgesh , Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  “She called out moaning as her little body squirmed in the passenger seat.

Arzumand Jahāngīr had never been finger fucked even by any man.

She had only masturbated herself so far.

She loved the way my fingers were jammed up her tight hole making it stretch open.

She couldn’t wait to know what my Uncut Hindu Cock would feel like inside her.

“Pull me on your lap. Replace your fingers with your Uncut Hindu Lund. Fuck me.” Arzumand Jahāngīr whispered.

I was startled,

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, we are in a traffic jam, not in our bedroom. So many persons are watching us.”

“Let them watch. I damn care now.”Arzumand Jahāngīr said in a husky voice, “I want to maintain my Live in Relationship with you, not with the bloody of them. Fuck me, I say. Act as if I’m your wife, suddenly gone ill. You are comforting me pulling me on your lap. None would have any objection to that. Fuck me you idiot. You’ve already wasted too much time. I’m waiting for it since I was legally adult.”

“What?”

“Oh, I see it now. You never noticed. Did you?”

Chapter 9

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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