Midterm 2012: 19

Midterm  2012


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Chapter 19

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī

Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī

Durgesh Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad

Durgesh Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī

I said to my teenaged stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, sitting in the passenger seat of my Mercedes,

“You’re pretty quiet, what’s on your mind?”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī looked at me, smiled and said,

“Nothing, really. Just spaced out.” Her eyes had that special sparkle they always had when she was lying to me.

She was smarter than a large number of tremendously successful persons I know.

So her Ammī, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī is.

A genetic progress, actually.

Incest in West was almost normal now.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī supported it thoroughly,

“I’d never leave my own house.” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī used to say, “I love Papa Jī. Most of the utmost intelligent womankind of today loves my stepdad, Durgesh. Why should I allow anyone else to touch me even?”

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled teasing me,

“The girl is born for you, Durgesh.”

I looked at her angrily,

“I was not born yesterday, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī. You have taught her your own erroneous detrimental moral values that are immoral actually.”

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī laughed,

“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī is your born wife.”

“She is barely legal adult. Eighteen only.”

“Can’t she marry now?”

“Not with me.”

Live in Relationship Partner?”

“I don’t like barely-eighteen Live in Relationship Partners.”

“Can you refuse anyone if she proposes to you, according to your Hinduism according to Ved?” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī teased me.

I looked at her irritably and left the Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī bedroom.

It was no use arguing with her.

Money was so important in her eyes that even all the morals were secondary to her.

I could read my stepdaughter as easily as any literate could read anything written.

She and I had always been very close, and that hadn’t changed as she’d begun to grow into a beautiful young woman.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was extremely beautiful indeed.

Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab born, and unbelievably gorgeous, but very slender in the way that most Eastern European women are.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had her Ammī’s golden looks and light brown eyes, but she was a little shorter, and bigger in the hips and chest.

She looked better in a bikini than most of the Musalmān girls you see on magazine covers.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī looked back out the passenger window despite my raising a skeptical eyebrow at her.

It wasn’t that she lied a lot.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was a fairly honest Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān girl.

I could just tell when she did, and I knew very well what she was thinking about.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was a lot like her Ammī, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, personality wise, and I knew at her age she could pretty much just think about one thing.

I didn’t push it though, as I didn’t want to make our drive awkward.

We’d been visiting my Ammī-in law, Fātimah Zāhid Hāshmī, down in Palm Springs.

And we were back on our way to our home in Ashland, Oregon.

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī lived there owning the large estate of her Musalmān husband, Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī.

I have to live there, as I was her Live in Relationship Partner.

We usually brought my Live in Relationship Partner with us, but she was visiting her own family in Saint Petersburg.

Moreover, she would be gone another few weeks.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had stayed with me to be closer to her friends during summer vacation.


I was at once vigilant.

Usually most of my stepdaughters called me ‘Durgesh darling’, instead of ‘Daddy’.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was no exception.

“Yes, angel?” I smiled apparently.

“Can we stop at a motel early today? It’s so hot. I want to swim.”

I mulled the idea over in my head for a minute.

We could get another three or four hours on the road today, making the trip tomorrow shorter, but I didn’t really have any place to be and I didn’t have to work until Wednesday that week, still three days away. It wasn’t a tough sell.

My Out Queen, Kħadījah Muħammad, my Social Service Partner, Åāyeshah Siddīqah and my Sex Therapy Assistant Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ all the three had promised me to take care of the needy Musalmān Beauties in my absence.

Kħadījah Muħammad had smiled,

“Don’t worry. You need your much-needed vacation. Moreover, Jalees Taymūr needs your legal protection very much. She is also your Live in Relationship Partner now.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled,

“I also need my sex expert Hindu Papa Jī’s utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund between my Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān legs. It is my eighteenth birthday present I deserve from him. He is tolerating me for an appreciable time now.”

“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī,” I retorted, “will you please shut up? You know very well, I detest incest very much.”

Durgesh darling, please! I said ‘my Hindu Papa Jī’, not my real Abbū. My real Abbū is Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī, not you.”

My first acquaintance with her real father Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī flashed before my very eyes.

I hated the pimp very much.

He had deliberately himself urged his wife Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī to seduce me to the extent that she should have sex with me even.

He blackmailed her to live with me as my Live in Relationship Partner.

He wanted only one million dollars per year in return from me.

I pulled his extremely beautiful sophisticated Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, on my Hindu lap,

“Okay, it’s a deal, Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī. I promise to give you one million dollars per year in return for your wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s absolute freedom from you pimp.”

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled scornfully at her Musalmān husband.

She proudly sat on my Hindu lap now humiliating Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī.

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was astonished however at my extraordinary aggressive Hindu sexual prowess.

My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Lund had immediately risen demanding persistent entrance between her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was so full of scorn to her duly married Musalmān husband, Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī that she immediately admitted my Uncut Hindu Lund between her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, to humiliate him infinitely, though I was a perfect stranger Hindu for her at that time.

She found herself safe and honored on a perfect stranger Hindu’s lap, instead of the company of his pimp Musalmān husband Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī.

The wretched pimp was himself a billionaire yet he wanted his own wife to live with the most infamous Hindu as his Live in Relationship Partner for only one million dollars per year.

“I don’t hate you, Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī.” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled scornfully at her pimp Musalmān husband, “I sympathize with you for your gigantic sick mental blue print.”

Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed ironically,

“Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, my dear duly married wife, you can’t understand ever the importance of money. You are a born multi-millionaire. Your Abbū is an international business tycoon. I’m certainly not. I earn my money from my own business skills and brains.”

“Brains?” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī spat scornfully in the wastebasket, “You deceive innocent sophisticated rich Musalmān young women that you love them, marry them and then blackmail them to seduce Durgesh or other eligible filthy rich Hindus. You are a highly educated sophisticated pimp of Musalmān Beauties to Hindus. I am ashamed of myself that I really loved you once. What a damnfool I was.”

Professor Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled shamelessly,

“You look perfect sitting on Durgesh’s Hindu lap, my dear wife. You make a perfect couple with the multi zillionaire utmost infamous Hindu.”***

I responded to Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī,

“Sure. Why don’t you find us a hotel with a good pool and we’ll drop anchor for the day.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī shot me one of her thousand watt smiles and hit her smart phone with intensity.

In a few minutes she announced that she’d found the place – a Comfort Inn ten miles up the road.

She borrowed my credit card and booked our rooms.

Or rather, room.

When we arrived, I found out she’d only reserved a single room for us, though it had two beds.

“It saves money!” She said proudly. “So we can go out to a nice dinner.”

“Nonsense. Your father is a multi-zillionaire. They suspect we are the richest family now on the entire globe. Doesn’t Sound good, baby.” I said,

My extremely beautiful secretary, my Out Queen, Kħadījah Muħammad, went to get our bags.

Of course, she had her personal staff too with her.

The room was pretty big for what we’d paid for it, and I was impressed by Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl’s bargain sense.

The pool in back was big and clean.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī wasted no time running into the bathroom and changing into a black bikini that would have set any person her age to drooling.

Even I couldn’t help but admire how good she looked in it.

I think every stepfather wants a beautiful stepdaughter, and I was very proud of her.

If only she didn’t insist to be my Live in Relationship Partner.

“Aren’t you coming?” She asked me.

“Sure, I’ll go in for a while, that sounds good. Just give me a minute.”

I went into the bathroom and changed into my suit.

I didn’t look too bad in mine either, if I do say so myself.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had been a surprise pregnancy.

And she was born when Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was only seventeen.

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was thirty-five now, obviously.

I worked out regularly, both at a Thai Boxing school and at a Crossfit gym, and prided myself on staying in excellent shape.

I came out of the bathroom shirtless, and found Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī on the bed, lying face down in just her skimpy bikini bottoms.

Her top lay next to her.

Instantly, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to thicken in my shorts.

I wasn’t embarrassed.

It was an instinctive reaction that I couldn’t help.

She was just so damn sexy.

Besides Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was deliberately seducing me.

She was not even a bit ashamed of herself for it, moreover.

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was so bitter now that she deliberately taught her daughter to seduce me.

“We Musalmān women need a Hindu man for our survival, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.” Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī used to say to her daughter, “None can guarantee your Musalmān husband would not turn out to be one more Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī. When we have to sleep with a Hindu ultimately, why marry a Musalmān mediator? Why not directly deal with our ultimate true protector Hindu himself?”***

I didn’t harden all the way though, and I didn’t think my stepdaughter noticed my predicament.

“Can you put lotion on me, Daddy?”

“Sure, baby. Then you can do me.” I decided now to play along with the ever smart Saůūdī Årab  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān young lady.


I took my time rubbing Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl down, and enjoyed the feel of her warm, flawless skin.

I massaged her a little as I rubbed the lotion in, and she treated me to some “mmm’s” and “aaaah’s” from deep down in her throat.

I had to shift around to keep my Uncut Hindu Dick from tenting my shorts out.

Let me just say that any Hindu stepfather with a hot Musalmān stepdaughter  who tells you he’s never thought of fucking her is a lying bastard.

He may not seriously think of it, he might not ever do it, but the thought has crossed his mind.

It’s a natural thing.

Let’s face the cold and hard facts.

Let’s not resort to hypocrisy.

The way I see things, there are two ways you can deal with it: One, you can freak out and put yourself in counseling just for being a healthy male; or two, you can accept it as a normal thing and relax.

I was definitely of the latter school of thought.

Yes, my Musalmān stepdaughter was turning me on.

But she was doing it deliberately.

She wanted to keep her multi zillionaire facilities throughout her entire life, if she could.

How could I blame her for it?

She wanted to seduce me so that she could be sure she never has to lose what she was enjoying today.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī bargaining with me,

‘Have my young teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body forever in return to your permanent assurance that I’d never lose these multi zillionaire facilities you are providing me today, only because my extremely beautiful Ammī is your Live in Relationship Partner. I don’t want to be dependent on my Ammī, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī, anymore. Let’s bargain afresh. Keep me for yourself forever. What do you say? I’m not your daughter. I’m your Live in Relationship Partner’s daughter, perfectly authorized legally and morally both to be myself your Live in Relationship Partner. I myself love you as a woman. Do you also love me as a man? Let’s be practical now. Let’s throw all the hypocrisy out of window. Will you please?’

After I finished rubbing her down it was my turn, and I lay on my stomach while Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī first got her top back on and then massaged lotion onto my back.

She did me just like I’d done her, and it felt fantastic feeling her petite Wahābī Musalmān hands kneading the muscles in my back.

“You’re so strong!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said with immense genuine appreciation. “My girlfriends wish the boys at my school had your muscles. My girlfriends love you very much, Daddy. They say you are the best and utmost wonderful Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties.”

I smiled,

“Well, they want raw sex and it’s okay with me.”

“They wonder why the boys in my school can’t provide them what you still can, even at your sixty two. They say you make crazy them for you when you have sex with them.”

“Your girlfriends are just teenagers. Newly legal adults they only want to enjoy as much sex as they can get.”

“And they say you can give them the best.”

“Thank you for letting me know that.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī giggled.

I smiled.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī surprised me by swatting me on the ass.

“Okay, stud muffin, let’s go get wet.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī rose up on her knees and waited for me to roll over.

I realized, though, that if I did that she would see the hard on raging in my shorts. I hesitated while I tried to figure something out.

“Come on!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said, pushing me on the back and bouncing me on the bed.

“I want to go in the pool!”

“Okay. Can you get my sandals out of my bag? They’re right on top.”


Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī turned to get the flip-flops, and I tried to adjust myself quickly to hide my condition.

Only Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī turned before I could finish.

I jerked my hand out of my shorts, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was standing erect, trapped against my left leg.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s eyes went wide as she saw the outline of it under my trunks.

“Oh! Um… here you go, Daddy. I found them.”

“Thanks baby.” I said, the awkwardness of the Moment finally deflating my engorged member.

The awkwardness didn’t last long.

We went down to the pool and splashed around, and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.

In fact, she was very affectionate, play wrestling with me and giving me plenty of hugs in the water.

It was a good afternoon.

But after an hour or so in the water, and another hour of lying out in the sun to tan and dry off, we were ready to head back in.

Back in the room, I tossed my towel onto the floor in the corner and flopped down on the bed.

Between the day’s drive and the sun outside I was pretty beat, but in a pleasant, lazy way.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī flopped her bikini clad body down on top on my chest and hugged me tight.

I wasn’t wearing a shirt and the closeness felt wonderful.

My Uncut Hindu Cock that had been cooperative while we were in the water, had started to come to life again.

I was about to move Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī off me and go get dressed for dinner when she leaned down and kissed me on my mouth.

A soft kiss that lingered for a couple of seconds.

She looked into my eyes after and smiled.

“Thanks for stopping early, Daddy. That was a lot of fun.”

“No problem, baby.”

We held each other’s gaze for a Moment.

Then I pulled her back down to me so we could kiss again.

The kiss lasted even longer this time, and was at the absolute edge of anything that could be called father – stepdaughter appropriate.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was thick now, and trapped against my leg again.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī shifted her own leg around and brushed up against it.

I was hoping she wouldn’t feel it, but she did.

Her eyes flicked down to my Uncut Hindu Dick and then back up to mine.

“It does that a lot.” She said in a quiet voice.

“Today I guess it does.” I said. “Sorry.” I added a few seconds later.

“No, it’s okay. It’s normal, right? Moreover I do appreciate it myself.”

“Normal? Sort of.”

“Is it hard because of me?”

“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I… yeah I guess it is.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was staring at my Uncut Hindu Dick now, and her hand reached down and brushed it through my shorts.

It was a light touch, and pretty quick, but my Uncut Hindu Cock turned to steel.

“Really?” She said, looking back up at me, her eyes wide and dark.

She kissed my lips again, taking my bottom lip in between hers for just a second.

I thought about stopping the whole thing.

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my stepdaughter.

But then, she wasn’t exactly resisting what was going on.

I told myself we were near the edge but not over it, and that the strange mood both of us seemed to be in would probably keep us where we were for a few pleasant minutes, and then we’d separate before it went too far and things would go on as normal.

I think I even told myself the experience would probably be good for us and bring us closer.

It’s amazing sometimes how well my Uncut Hindu Dick can talk me into shit.

“You’re just really sexy, angel.” I said, placing my palm against my stepdaughter’s face.

She pressed her cheek into my hand, and I let my hand slide along it, and then down her neck and over the slope of her left breast, squeezing it gently before sliding my hand over to her arm and down to her elbow.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī kissed me again, harder this time.

Our mouths parted as our ashvinātam lips met, though our tongues stayed hidden.

Still, it was nothing like a daughter’s kiss, and we made out like that for around half a minute.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sat up, straddling one of my legs.

Her left hand came down to rub my hard Uncut Hindu Cock through my shorts.

“You really think I’m sexy? I never thought you did. I mean, I always thought you were, but I guess I just thought I’d seem like a little girl to you.”

“You’re Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl. Maybe… maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī gripped my Uncut Hindu Cock again, and then released it so she could kiss me some more.

This time our tongues tangled together and I held her to me by the back of her neck.

She sat back up, cupping her own breasts.

“Do… do you want to see them, Daddy?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

It was no use in refusing her offer.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was determined to win me sexually.

She was protecting her financial future.

None could provide her what I was providing.

Moreover Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī knew very well what more I could provide to her.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī reached behind her and undid her top, and then slowly let it drop to the side.

Her breasts were a perfectly rounded C cup, her nipples small and hard.

She took hold of my right hand and pressed it to her tit.

“Does it feel okay, Daddy? I always think they’re too hard.”

“No, baby. They’re firm. Just the way they’re supposed to be.”

“I like the way your strong Hindu hand feels on them. When we’re in the car for a long time like today, all I can think about is sex, with you I mean.”

I digested the information without showing any annoyance to it.

“I know. I’m the same way. It started when I was about your age.”

“Really? Here, touch the other one, too. Mmm… that feels so nice.”

“Baby we really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Mmm… It’s okay, Daddy, we won’t let it go too far.”

“Okay.” I said, knowing we already had.

“Who do you think about?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī asked.

“I don’t know. No one in particular I guess. I just imagine the feeling of it, and I picture a naked Musalmān woman. Not her face but her tits and…”

“Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy?”

“Yeah. Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy. I imagine it sliding down onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.”

“Allah, God, that’s so hot. That’s exactly the kind of thing I think about.”

“Have you… had sex before?”

“No, but I have a dildo I got from a place online. I… fuck myself with it a lot. So I’m not a virgin. Not really.”

“You’re still a virgin, honey. But I know what you mean.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī ground her crotch against my bare leg.

She was soaked.

I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  juices right through her bottoms.

“Allah, can you feel how wet you’ve made me?”

“Yes, baby. It’s hot as hell.”

“Can I show you my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, daddy?”

I was startled but controlled myself immediately.

No wrong move!

Absolutely no wrong move!

She hasn’t fucked anyone till now.

Do you want her to do it?

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī repeated her question,

“Can I show you my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, daddy? You haven’t answered.”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī rolled onto her back and looked into my eyes as she lifted her hips and slid her bottoms off, showing me her gloriously naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy was perfectly shaped, and shaved bare.

Her labia were swollen and glistening with her fluids.

I reached down and rubbed her clit, making her twist and moan on the bed.

I had to do it.

That’s what she anticipated from me.

That’s why she proposed to show me her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Put your penis in me.”

I was still uncomfortable this was happening.

My stepdaughter was such a willing and eager lover.

I wondered how many times she’d fantasized about this Moment with me.

I wondered what I’d been missing out on.

Images of my Live in Relationship Partner flashed through my head for an instant, but nothing more.

Somehow, this was different.

Something too special to be shared with anyone else.

A Moment of incredible intimacy that superseded any type of socially approved relationship.

I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund  into my baby’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy, and she moaned and arched her back, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund  all the way into her.

I pulled it out, and then pushed it back in.

We were like that for some minutes.

Me on my knees, watching in amazement as my Uncut Hindu Lund  slid in and out of Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī’s little girl.

I could have penised her like that forever, but she had other ideas.


“Yes, baby.”

“We can’t only penis. We can’t fuck, okay? I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. You’re right, it wouldn’t be.”

“I need to cum though, and I know you do, too. Would it be okay if maybe you kissed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy and then I let you have my mouth? I’ll swallow for you and all that. I just need you to make me cum, okay?”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī herself reached down and undid my shorts fully, letting my Uncut Hindu Cock spring absolutely free from captivity.

I moved over my stepdaughter, separating her legs with mine.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God…” she moaned, “Oh God… just my mouth Daddy, okay? Just my mouth.”

I kissed my way down my stepdaughter’s body, kissing at her perfect breasts, taking my time on her tight little belly, and then finally reaching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.

I kissed all around it while she turned and moaned, and then I took her clit onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, rubbing it there, rubbing  her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy for all I was worth.

“Daddy! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Daddy! I’m cuuuummmming…. DADDY! YES! YES!”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī grabbed two handfuls of my hair and crushed her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy against my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I tasted there, on my Uncut Hindu Lund, a new flood of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  juices as she spasmmed and came over and over again.

When her body relaxed, I moved up and lay next to her.

She took my face into her hands and kissed me deeply.

“Allah, God, Daddy that was so great. I love you kissing me like that. It was so sexy.”

“I’m glad you’re so comfortable with this, angel. You don’t think it’s weird at all?”

“No. I think a lot of Musalmān stepdaughters probably do stuff like this with their Hindu daddies. If both of them are okay with it, who would ever know?”

“I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“I know my friend Nīlofar Åbdul Raħmān sucks you off sometimes. She told me about it. You won’t do anything for her though, but she said she likes to suck you.”

I remembered Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s hot little raven haired friend sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was a hot experience, added to by the fact that my own stepdaughter was stroking my Uncut Hindu Dick again.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī straddled me, pinning my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy and my belly.

“My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy wants your Uncut Hindu Cock so bad, Daddy. But we can’t fuck. I’m not even on the pill.”

“Then you should stop doing that angel. You’re…. you’re driving me crazy right now. I want to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy so bad.”

“Oh yeah… oh it would feel so good, Daddy.”

“Please stop, baby. I can’t get you pregnant.”

“Okay. Okay, Daddy. I’ll take care of you though. I can’t wait to feel you cumming in my mouth.”

“Oh fuck baby, do it, please.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī snaked her way down my Hindu body and after one lick up the shaft of my steel hard Uncut Hindu Dick, took the entire thing into her mouth on the first try.

She sucked slowly up the Hindu shaft, and then plunged her head down again, quickly building up a rhythm.

As she continued, and I did my best not to moan so loud that the neighbors called the cops, she added in a hand below her mouth, twisting it around and rubbing her saliva into my skin.

I watched my stepdaughter fellating me, feeling my Hindu cum churning in my balls and my orgasm building in my gut.

I ran my fingers through her long blond hair and locked eyes with her when she looked up at me, her mouth stretched obscenely wide by my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“I’m going to cum for you, baby.”

“Mmmm… mmm-hmmm. Yes, please go ahead.”

“Here it comes baby, get ready…. Eīshān, Daddy’s going to cum a lot… oh God angel here it comes!”

With that my stepdaughter  stopped fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock with her mouth and held still while I spewed load after my Hindu load onto her tongue and against the back of her throat.

I just kept cumming and cumming, my Hindu semen pouring out of me like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī swallowed as fast as she could, but some leaked out of her mouth and ran back down my shaft.

She raised her head up, her mouth still full of my last blast of cum, and I saw her throat work while she swallowed it all.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Daddy, were you trying to drown me? You came so much!”

“That was so incredible, baby. You made Daddy feel so good.”

“Mmmm… I love the way your Hindu cum tastes Daddy. I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Cock again soon. Daily if I can.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī reached down and caught some of the cum dripping from my Uncut Hindu Cock with her fingers.

She rubbed it on one of her nipples, watching it get hard beneath her fingers.

“Allah, God, this is so hot. I’ve wanted to do this with you forever. You know my extremely beautiful teenager Musalmān girlfriends always praise you how wonderfully you fuck all of them.”

“They are lovely innocent children. It’s a pleasure to me to oblige them. The night’s still young, angel.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī kissed my lips and lay next to me, her hand going to my still hard Uncut Hindu Dick.

“You sure know how to talk to a girl.” She said.

“How’s dinner, angel?” I asked my stepdaughter  over our filet mignon.

“It’s really good.” She said with a grin, and then added, “I wish I could have some wine with it though.”

“I don’t think I could talk the waiter into bringing it. I don’t think you’d pass for twenty one yet.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī pouted for a second, and then shrugged and sipped her diet coke.

A few seconds later, she grinned mischievously at me and sank down in her seat.

A Moment after I felt her bare foot on my inner thigh.

“You know, Daddy,” she said quietly, “This isn’t the best thing I’ve had in my mouth tonight.”

I nearly spit up my merlot.

“Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī! Restaurant? Public place? Any of this sound familiar?”

She shrugged and sat up.

Images of my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s perfect little mouth wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Cock floated through my head.

She’d been so good with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth, so eager to commit sex with her own Hindu stepfather.

I hadn’t fucked her, but she’d ground her teenaged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy on my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I’d kissed  her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  until she came, screaming, against my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Then she’d returned the favor, swallowing load after load of my Hindu cum as I shot onto the back of her throat.

It was the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had recently.

Surprisingly it was with an absolutely inexperienced Musalmān teenager.

Wasn’t it?

But now the guilt was near equally intense.

It wasn’t just having my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sucked me off.

I’m pretty open sexually, and I’ve done some crazy things too on my women’s request, of course.

Recently I was fucking Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan in her ass, almost daily.

She was crazy to do it with me.

Naturally, I had to oblige her until I couldn’t persuade her to have vaginal sex mostly, oral sex at the most, and yes, even anal sex, but not daily.

It was abnormal.

However, it was my first experience with Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.

I’d been maintaining my Live in Relationship  to her Ammī for eighteen years now, without a single indiscretion.

She really did love me.

“What are you thinking about?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī asked.

“Your Ammī, mostly.”


Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī toyed with her steak, and took a small bite, chewing quietly.

The meat was extremely well prepared, nearly melting in the mouth.

Mine was already finished off.

“Are you going to tell her?” She asked.

“No. How could I?”

“I don’t know. She’d freak, wouldn’t she?”

“I think so. She and I have done some pretty wild stuff, but this is a little beyond the pale.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī immediately perked back up. “Really? What kind of wild stuff?”

“Nothing you’d probably want to hear about.”

“I totally want to hear. Do you tie her up or anything?”


“Hot. Have you ever had a threesome? Allah Allah! Oh my God, you totally have, haven’t you? Who was it with? Do I know her?”

“This isn’t really the place to talk about it.”

“Does she let you fuck her in her Musalmān  ass?”

It was exactly the moment when our waitress decided to step up to the table.

She stood there stunned for a second before saying, “Oh, uh… can I get you anything else?”

“Just the check, please. My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī isn’t fit for public places, yet, apparently.”


I winked at her as the waitress got the check for us.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī grabbed her wine glass, downed it before I could say anything, and grinned again.

“Well good. There’s some place else we should rather be, anyway.”***

As soon as we were back at the hotel room, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī had her hands on my belt buckle.

“I can’t wait to have you in my mouth again, Daddy. I need your Hindu cum in me again.”

“Oh yeah? Are you going to be a good Musalmān girl once more and suck Hindu Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Cock?”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī stopped what she was doing and looked right at me, lust sparkling in her eyes.

“I want you to talk to me just like that when we’re doing this kind of stuff. I want you to call me a good Musalmān girl, just like you used to, and tell me you love me. All while you’re doing sexy things to me, Daddy. Call me your angel while you let me suck your Uncut Hindu Cock like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore.”

I was shocked.

I couldn’t get any sound to come out.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī went back to work on my pants.

As she pulled them and my underwear down in one motion, my rigid Hindu shaft jumped up and slapped her in the chin.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī smiled at me gratefully and took me all the way into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth right then.

She locked her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips around my Uncut Hindu Dick and I felt her tongue working the underside as she seemed to savor the texture and feel of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She bobbed her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head up and down slowly, moaning out her enjoyment the same as I did mine.

This continued for some hours now, nonstop.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was sucking me in slow motion as I did my best to stay standing.

I was surprised at her oral stamina.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!


In oral sex only, nonstop?

Incredible, yet true.

Was Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in my life?

I wondered.

Then she let go of my Uncut Hindu Cock and stood up, pulling her short summer dress up and over her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head.

All she wore beneath was a lacy purple bra with matching panties.

“Take those clothes off Daddy.”

I did as she asked, and she stripped naked in slow motion.

“Lie on the bed, please!”

I again did as she commanded, and she straddled my shins, her hand going to her shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān pussy.

Her fingers working her soaked clit in slow circles.

“Am I your good Musalmān girl, Daddy?”

“Oh yeah, baby.” I said, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand and stroking it for her, matching her pace. “You’re your Hindu Daddy’s little Musalmān angel.”

“And do you love your Musalmān angel?”

“I love you more than anything in the world.” I said, honestly now.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī knelt down and took me into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth again.

“Yes, my Musalmān angel. You’re making your Hindu Daddy feel so good.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī picked up her pace, her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips and tongue making me twist and turn on the bed in pure ashvinātam ecstasy.

“Turn around so I can kiss you, baby.” I said.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī did, and we locked up in a sixty-nine, my Hindu lips playing on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  as her  beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

We again did that for several hours.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

A new Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in my life once more?

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī was exactly as possessive as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is.

Both were extremely proud of their Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān femininity.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was almost thirty now.

So, Eīshān has sent a new barely eighteen Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, in my life?

The Musalmān Beauties of my own age group are now becoming seldom in my life.

The teen Musalmān Beauties are raping me most of the time when I sleep.

I pretend I am not aware of them fucking me, but they are also not born yesterday.

They understand my dilemma, smile empathetically and enjoy my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund in their sacred young Musalmān holes, optimum.

If I couldn’t assault them sexually, if I couldn’t even cooperate with them, it was better for them that I wasn’t resisting them at least.

Our oral sex continued until finally my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī started to gasp and moan, grinding her tiny snatch back onto my Hindu lips.

At the same time, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī licked and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund  for all I was worth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God, Daddy! Daddy! I’m cumming!”

I couldn’t say anything back.

At the same time, I felt my gut begin to churn, and knew that I was going to cum as well.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī seemed to sense it, speeding up and adding a hand to what she was doing.

Her orgasm hit seconds before mine and she screamed around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Just then, my Uncut Hindu Dick began to twitch and shoot, pumping a river of my Hindu  sperm into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She moaned loudly as my Hindu spunk coated her tongue.

Both our ashvinātam bodies were shaking from the intensity of our climaxes.

All the time I just fired shot after shot.

My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, seemed to have some kind of doubling effect on the volume of my Hindu cum.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī finished swallowing and turned around to lie in my Hindu arms.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, Daddy. Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Daddy.”

“I know, baby.”

“That was amazing. You just shoot and shoot and shoot.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it. I wish you could fuck me. I want to fuck you so bad.”

“I want you too, my Musalmān  angel. This is better though, we can’t get you pregnant. And… that might be too far, you know? You’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well you haven’t so far. Just the opposite.”

“Good. That’s good, baby.”

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī sat up and looked down on me.

“Are you one of those guys who fall asleep after they cum?”

“Not really. Depends I guess. On if there is anything else to do.”

“Yep. You need to come down to the hot tub with me. Then we need to take a shower together. Then you need to make me cum again.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help myself.


“Just… the energy of a teenager that’s all.”

“Can’t keep up?”

“I didn’t say that, my Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo. Get your suit.”***

Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad told me,

“Your stepdaughter, Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī,  is very pretty.” her overly generous tits bobbing in the water.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī splashed in the heated pool with Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad’s daughter, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, an auburn haired Musalmān beauty maybe a year older than her.

Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad and Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī were from Arkansas, and they were here visiting family.

Despite the warm evening air, they were the only two people enjoying the pool besides Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and I.

As I watched Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī whispering and giggling conspiratorially with Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, I wondered how this excellent youth of a Musalmān woman in the hot tub with me could possibly have given birth to someone who has herself grown so early into such a sexy young Musalmān woman.

“So you look like you spend some time in the gym.” She said to me, her southern accent the extra attractive thing about her.

“Uh… yeah, I try to. If I don’t my back tends to go out on me. It’s bothered me since I was in college.”

“I bet you hurt it playing football or something like that.”

“Well, yeah I did. Nonstop sex 24x7x365.”

“That’s very commendable of you. I love an athletic Hindu man. It’s too bad you’re married.”

“My Live in Relationship Partners seem to be glad I am.”

“Of course.”

With that, Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad hauled her bulk out of the water and grabbed a towel.

Now don’t get me wrong, I find a lot of women attractive and I expect and enjoy a little extra cushion on a woman over forty, but Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad was just more than healthy.

She was enticingly sexy too.

Her skin was tight and wonderful, and her teeth were excellent.

There were no circles under her extremely beautiful eyes that suggested any kind of addiction.

Not to mention she was standing right in front of two flat tummied, firm breasted teenaged Musalmān girls.

Even it didn’t put her in an unfavorable light.

Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad was still shining as the moon among bright twinkling stars.

“Still,” She said significantly, “your Live in Relationship Partners are a long way away.”

“Ammī!” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said from the pool, “Stop flirting with that Hindu man, he’s married!”

“You hush!” Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad said with a laugh, and then turned back to me. “Well, it’s time for old gals like myself to head back to their rooms. The girls seem like they’re having fun, why don’t we let them continue? I might have some vodka and juice in my room if you’re interested.”

“Oh no,” I said, “I’ve been on the wagon now for almost a year. One day at a time.” I was lying off. I’d never had a drinking problem in my life.

“I see. Well, if you decide to take a little step off the wagon you know where I am.”

“Thanks, Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad. Have a good night.”

Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad wrapped herself in a towel and wandered off to her vodka and juice, leaving me blissfully alone with two beautiful, bikini clad young Musalmān girls.

I thought it was strange that Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad didn’t say anything to her daughter before leaving, but I wasn’t about to call her back to ask about it.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī and Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī were playing and laughing in the water, and they looked so sexy I just couldn’t help but to give my Uncut Hindu Cock a few squeezes through the leg of my trunks.

Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī was a real Musalmān knockout.

She was a little more slender than Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī, and a little lighter in the chest and her Musalmān ass, but she still looked very feminine.

Her eyes were a light brown, and her cheekbones and jaw line were very well defined.

Her best feature though had to be the most perfect, bee stung Musalmān lips I’d seldom seen.

They seemed to be permanently moistened, and were capable of both cute little pouts and light up the world smiles.

Every time I looked at her face I wondered what those lips would feel like around my own Uncut Hindu Cock.

What was wrong with me?

Eighteen years of happy marriage without indiscretion, and suddenly I was getting blowjobs from my own teenaged stepdaughter , and was having a fantasy about getting the same from a girl I’d just met, who was barely any older.

Yet, none of these thoughts stopped me from rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock while I watched the teenager young Musalmān girls.

My constant raping by teenager Musalmān girls and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant project Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh had changing my practical sex morals perhaps forever now.

Why did else I turned down Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad’s so obvious offer that she wanted to have sex with me?

Wasn’t Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad herself extremely beautiful, young and bubbling with desire for me?

Yet I preferred to stay with teenager Musalmān Beauties while it wasn’t sure I could fuck anyone of them.

Nāsirah Altāf Saiyad was dying to fuck me.

Even then, I anticipated fucking her daughter Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī, a teenager.

Eīshān Eīshān Shammā Shamīshān!

It wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex with anyone other than my Live in Relationship Partners recently.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s Ammī was a very sexual Musalmān woman, and over that time, she’d had a large number of close Musalmān female friends that Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī shared with me.

I’d enjoyed the other Musalmān women’s mouths and Musalmān pussies just as much as she had.

Yes, Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was a bi sexual.

Lesbian too, if I was not available.

Kħadījah Muħammad Hāshmī was, immensely grateful to me that I helped her in getting rid of her pimp Musalmān husband Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī, a One Man Woman, strictly, obstinately and resolutely.

“Daddy,” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī called, breaking my pleasant train of thought, “come in the water with us!”

I hesitated a little, as I thought of getting out of the water with my Uncut Hindu Cock raging inside my shorts, but then I decided that a little football speed and the dark of the night would be my allies.

I burst out of the water with a quickness, ran to the pool, and cannonballed right over the girls’ heads while they screamed and took cover.

When I came up, they were laughing with soaked hair and faces.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī jumped on me and tried to dunk me but succeeded only in climbing onto my shoulders.

“You Hindu!” She said, “I didn’t want to get my hair wet!”

I put my hands under her extremely beautiful gorgeous wonderful Musalmān ass and threw her into the air, sending her splashing into the pool a short distance away.

“Wow!” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī said, “You ARE still strong, at your sixty two even? You threw her like ten feet!”

Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī slid through the water and laid her hand on my chest.

“Will you throw me like that, Mister Durgesh? That looked like a lot of fun.”

I couldn’t resist the opportunity any more that her sweet little drawl.

I lifted Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī by her waist, got both my hands under her tight little excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and launched her screaming a few feet away, from Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī.

I spent the next hour or so happily wrestling and splashing with those two beautiful young teenager Musalmān girls, treating myself to plenty of contact with their nearly naked Musalmān bodies, but eventually I decided to conserve some of my Hindu strength for whatever my tireless baby Musalmān girl wanted to do that night, and retreated to the hot tub.

The teenager young Musalmān girls went back to their whispering and laughing.

After twenty minutes or so they came and joined me.

Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī came over and sat on my Hindu lap, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Daddy,” she said, “we have something we want you to do for us.”

I was already prepared for such a development mentality.

I smiled benignly.

“What would that be, my Musalmān angel?”

“Get us drunk!” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī blurted out.

Both she and Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī started laughing.

“Um… I don’t know, Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī. Your Ammī might not appreciate that very much. Won’t she worry?”

“Not really. Ammī’s a bit of a lush. She likes to have three or four of those vodka drinks she makes and pass out. She’ll be snoring like a mare until nine tomorrow morning.” Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī slid over to my side. “We have all night if you don’t mind spending it with a couple of Musalmān teenagers and some booze.”

“Please Daddy? Haven’t I been good?” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī’s eyes were glowing, her quivering red crimson beautiful Wahābī Musalmān lips curled in a knowing smile.

I was stuck and she knew it.

Not, that I really objected to the idea.

There was a liquor store across the street from the motel.

This was sounding better and better.

“Okay, you talked me into it.” I said. “One rule though, and that’s you only drink as much as I say you can. The first couple will be free, but after that I’m going to want to make sure you’re not going to get sick on me.”

“Deal!” Fātimah Muħammad Hāshmī said. “We’ll pass whatever tests you give us, won’t we Assalāt Naåīm Siddīqī?”

“Damn right. Can I shower off in your room, though? I don’t want to wake Ammī.”

Chapter 20


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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