KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 13

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 13

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

Durgesh Shaguftah Rashīd

After slowly recovering from this magnificent lovemaking, I slowly put Arzumand Jahāngīr down kissing her, loving her.

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Durgesh darling that I made you pay Rupees one hundred crore more for the land you purchased in Ved Nagar.”

“I never purchase any land in Ved Nagar. HVSI did it.” I smiled.

Our bodies were still wet and our hearts were racing.

Arzumand Jahāngīr reached up to stroke my face as I looked down at her.

“Aren’t you the lifelong Chairman of HVSI?”

“Of course, I am.” I smiled cunningly.

She knew if we ever had to end our relationship, she’d never be able to share another moment so special like this one with anyone else.

Ever.

“Then why don’t you acknowledge your defeat?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr, only because you are the top student of London School of Business, you aren’t capable enough to understand my Business Strategies.”

“Hasn’t HVSI lost Rs. One hundred crore more for the land it purchased today in auction?”

“According to its present value, isn’t it?”

“Of course.”

“You can’t imagine its future value HVSI is planning to give it.”

“I see.”

“After that, it’d pay HVSI so many hundred crores more we couldn’t have gotten if that particular land was not ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are pleasuring yourself thinking you’ve made me pay Rs. One hundred crore more. I’m pleasuring myself thinking I’ve secured so many hundred crores more for HVSI. Paying only one hundred crore more for them is too shrewd for the rest of the Business community to understand.” I smiled triumphantly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled ironically.

“You are trying to save your face, Durgesh darling, the Supreme Business Tycoon. I sympathize with you.”

“That’s keeping you all the Business Community too satisfied and happy to watch me now for my new Business Games I’m playing behind it.”*

It was a great news today that the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire Durgesh has lost to a much younger girl from Karachi Pakistan.

Business Today Karachi had published that Arzumand Jahāngīr had successfully defeated me.

Yet, the other Business Dailies doubted my ostensible defeat.

They said,

Durgesh is too shrewd a businessman to be defeated so easily. There must be some hidden business strategy they are still unable to understand.’

Yet, Salīm Jahangīr had called Arzumand Jahāngīr to congratulate her.

“My child, you’ve successfully broken the pride of Durgesh the so called Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr was not so sure now.

“Abbū, thank you very much. But now I myself doubt my so-called victory on Durgesh. It was too easy to be genuine, I think now.”

Salīm Jahangīr laughed.

“That’s what Durgesh’s strategy whenever he loses any business to someone. He manages to play his cards in such a manner that everyone gets confused what Durgesh really after is.”

Noorjahān Jahangīr, Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Ammī, was worried it might be the end of business carrier of Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Durgesh is dangerous.”

“Not to his women, you stupid.” Salīm Jahangīr laughed, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know very well how to protect my daughter from the ever shrewdest businessman Durgesh.” He winked at his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife.*

My master plan overall had to be carried out quietly.

The minute I tried to blueprint my plans, it might defeat its own purpose.

Prices of the properties I hoped to acquire might go up beyond all reasons.

There were so many anti humanity forces that didn’t want HVSI win the battle.

All of them had their own selfish stakes.

The interests of HVSI were always against them.

It wasn’t anything that could be explained publicly.

It was detrimental to the business.

I intended to address the stockholders’ meeting.

There was entire Ārsh Sadan to support me.

Yet, what about the small stockholders?

The ones who had put some thousands of Rupees here, some thousands of Rupees there?

Weren’t they the stockholders that concededly wanted profit and action?

They didn’t know how to do business successfully.

Neither, they wanted to know it ever.

The only thing they wanted foolishly was profit and action.

I folded the newspaper, switched out lights.

I was heading for the door, when the phone rang.

I answered it.

Durgesh speaking.”

There was some woman on the other side.

Her voice was fascinating.

Yet there was something in it that carried its own warning.

It was too syrupy smooth.

I felt I’d certainly heard it before.

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

“The same.” I smiled, “May I ask who is it honoring me now?”

“Come and have the full honor.” She smiled seductively, “I must see you. I have some secret information that will be of the greatest value to you.”

“I’m waiting here. Please come to let me give you proper response.” I smiled artfully.

“Sorry darling. I can’t come to your office. My jealous Musalmān husband is watching me.”

“You are a Musalmān Beauty?”

Shaguftah Rashīd for you.”

“I don’t think I place you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Then honor me to let me know you personally.”

The voice of Shaguftah Rashīd grew more seductive.

“That’s why I want to meet you privately, alone, somewhere where no one will know.”

“Don’t get frightened of your jealous Musalmān husband.”

“He is capable.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is criminal minded and I suspect he is a criminal himself.”

I winked at the unknown Musalmān Beauty.

“Want to cuckold him?”

“Why not?” Shaguftah Rashīd beamed, “It would serve the bastard right.”

“Come on. I already have a great erection for you.”

“I don’t think it would be safe. Let’s see each other at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

“Okay.”

“Come with your Uncut Hindu Lund in erection already for me. I promise to have my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  wet and ready to have it inside.”

“Done. See you my darling.”*

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

“Thank you. Go there. Register there for masked fucking.”

Eīshān, Shaguftah Rashīd, you want masked fucking between us?”

“Nonsense. I want to disguise myself from my Musalmān husband only, not from you. We would remove our masks once we are with each other.”

“That’s very good.” I beamed, “How old are you, Shaguftah Rashīd?”

Shaguftah Rashīd smirked.

“Can’t wait even until you see me yourself?”

“Nonsense! Sālī, you’ve already hardened me enough to fuck you forever.”

“I’m honored. Thank you very much for behaving with me so nice.”

“It’s my pleasure, my dear.”

“I thought you’d be cautious enough to meet me.”

“Not enough, not even to take the chance that I can fuck a Musalmān Beauty.”

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed.

“They say appropriately that you are crazy to fuck us Musalmān Beauties, méré Hindu Piyā.”

“I know I do live in a glass house always with my Musalmān Beauties. Their ever jealous Musalmān husbands and other over zealous Musalmān brethren are always after us. Poor stupids don’t know they risk their ever certain cuckolding for coming between their Musalmān houseladies and me.”

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed debasing such Musalmīn.

“Mérī Musalmān Choot mein jab Hindu Lund hai,

Muslim, hai yeh sazā tujhé, mujhko pasand hai.”

I laughed too.

“I appreciate the spirit, my darling.”

“I can’t talk with you now any longer without making my Musalmān husband suspicious. And dangerous consequently. I don’t think it would be wise. I want to see you. I want you to fuck me to degrade my criminal minded Musalmān husband. I’m married to him only because we were Muslims. There was no question of him being a noble man too.”

“Most of the Muslimahs are married to absolutely undeserving Musalmīn similarly. I sympathize with you Musalmān Beauties. That’s why I fuck you Musalmān Beauties to compensate it however much I can.”

“We Musalmān Beauties are grateful to you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Deeply indebted for the social service you are providing in this way to us Musalmān Beauties.”

“We, the entire Hindus, are instructed to serve you Musalmān Beauties in this way, my dear. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā orders us:

N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,

Yujam vajram vr’shbhashchakr indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.’

‘The persons that didn’t reach the end of celestial bodies and earth, neither chagrined by prudences the one that gives wealth all over. Vr’shabh did vajr to ‘yuj’. The controller of organs continuously milked the cows of darkness, with light.’

Ved: R’gved: 1| 33| 10

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

“We appreciate the concern, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But not only have our appreciation we to offer to our Muħsin-e-Åāzam, Muħsin-e-Muslimāt. I have information too you should have. It is the information that you must have to protect the stockholders, protect us Musalmān Beauties, protect yourself, and save HVSI for the welfare of entire humankind. Imām Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t only succeeded in penetrating our safest fort of HVSI through some of us foolish Musalmān Beauties, he has even more proxies than you estimate. You’ve succeeded in cuckolding him, but he has accepted his cuckolding as his inevitable fate. It has made Imām Muħammad Ħasan even ever more perilous than you think.”

“Oh,”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a very dangerous antagonist now to us Musalmān Beauties as well as to you Hindus too. He is against his own daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera. He is fighting desperately to control HVSI too, at least as much as he can.”

“I see.”

“You have to start a counter campaign.”

I smiled.

“Chahat uđāvani phūnki pahāđū?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t follow you.”

“He wants to blow away mountain, Himalayas rather, by―”

“Aren’t you underestimating him too much?”

“I don’t think so.” I contradicted Shaguftah Rashīd, “Rather I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“I appreciate your self confidence yet―”

“Let’s meet. There are certain matters I can’t discuss over the mobile.”

“I can understand. I’m not dumb enough not to appreciate your position.”

“That’s very noble of you. But there are also certain matters that are not apt to be discussed in the media. The stockholders have to have faith in someone, after all. If they don’t understand it they might wind up in financial gutter even. Their holdings have multiplied so many times in value during the past years in my management. I’ve every reason to believe they’ll continue to climb, and―”

“Allah, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” the melodious female voice exclaimed, “Don’t try to sell me. I’m not imprudent enough not to understand that. Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a crook. He is trying to get at least somewhat control in HVSI. He and his friends are after manipulation of the assets of HVSI. I wouldn’t trust him two feet away for two seconds even. I want you to have the information that I have.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t think you do perfectly. If you knew as much as I do, you’d realized that I’m in danger already just talking to you.”

“What danger?”

“Allah, don’t act to be so innocent enough that you don’t understand these things perfectly. If you didn’t you weren’t the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.” Shaguftah Rashīd said angrily, “I’m in danger of getting killed.”

Shaguftah Rashīd slammed up the telephone at her end.*

I sat on my executive chair for some minutes I’ve put the receiver on the cradle.

Shaguftah Rashīd was not her real name, I was sure now.

She was prudent enough not to use it.

Yet, there had been something in her voice, attitude and other things that carried genuineness.

It carried conviction.

I knew the necessity for caution, however.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan could really go to any extent.

His every Musalmān houselady is my Live in Relationship Partner now.

He himself was cuckolded to his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and me to the extent he licked their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after I fucked them.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it, but even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not against it.

She was ultramodern and bold enough to allow her real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt clean after I fucked her.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan did it publicly proudly even.

Yet I wasn’t sure he never felt his self respect hurt from what he was forced to do by his own Musalmān houseladies, even by his own real daughters too.

We urinated in his mouth.

We used it as our toilet too.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it very much.

But even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not very much against it.

Half a dozen attempts were made to frame me during last two weeks.

I anticipated it.

In every attempt the major players were caught red handed and now they were behind the bars.

I was sixty three already.

I knew very well how they used to play these dirty games.

My infinite Bhogchakr was not letting them succeed even a bit.

They hadn’t any Bhogchakr left to them at all.

Their constant Shaktixaý they were unable to stop as they didn’t even believe in the Shaktipāt Shaktixaý principle.

Yet, I couldn’t deny the possibility if I go to a hotel, leave the door open, have some Jet Musalmān Beauty join me, and perhaps a few minutes later there could be the sound of police whistles.

The conspirators never knew I’d already reported to the higher police authorities and was acting under their constant surveillance.*

My infinite Bhogchakr had provided me infinite intelligence too.

It had already made the higher authorities favorable to me.

Due to my every day ten times multiplying infinite Bhogchakr they couldn’t go against me ever.

They didn’t know anything about it.

Even if they were told they believed it was a superstition of the foolish Hindus.

So they couldn’t have an antithesis against it.

I was never afraid of any unpleasant newspaper notoriety even.

Ved, Divý Itihās, the vast history of the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās, Hindu history, and Mahā Bhārat etcetera had already made me shrewd enough to change every unpleasant newspaper notoriety even, in my favor with not more tremendous efforts.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was always with me if I was never against humanity, and ever active in doing favors to it instead.

Let the atheists laugh at it imagining it my superstition.

Why should I worry when I never suffered in having faith in it?

I always believed in results.

Never in gossips and the foolish blind superstitions of the atheists.

In my opinion, the atheists were the stupidest persons who still believed in atheism despite Soviet Union’s and Communism’s too, drastic failure everywhere.

I laughed at them.

In my opinion only atheists could be so blind, impractical and imprudent.

None of any practical persons could be ever so unwise.

I waited for fifteen minutes.

Then I again switched out the lights, saw that the night latch was on the door, and went down in the elevator.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah inserted her latchkey, clicked back the lock, and entered the living room where Muħammad Ůsmān was sprawled out in a chair reading a newspaper.

A small, leather backed memorandum book was in his left hand.

A pencil was behind his right ear.

Frowning at the interruption, Muħammad Ůsmān looked up.

It took him an effort to manage a smile as he saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t fail to notice that Muħammad Ůsmān hastily shoved the notebook into the side pocket of his coat.

“Hello, Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” Muħammad Ůsmān tried to beam at her, “Your precious sex sessions with the Supreme Business Tycoon, the Multi Zillionaire, Durgesh, have started to produce their miraculous results to you I think. I couldn’t hear you drive up.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so hated Muħammad Ůsmān that she didn’t try even to hide her hatred for him.

“Where’s Ruqayyah Bājī?” she asked him curtly.

“Upstairs my dear.” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at her over doing his welcome contemptuously, “Where else?”

“Asleep?”

“No. She is lying there reading.”

“I’ll go up for a few minutes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “You aren’t going out, are you Kħalīfatul Musalmīn?”

She always called him Kħalīfatul Musalmīn as he used to call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat  razī Allāhu tålā ånhā ironically.

“No. Gosh, no. What gave you that idea, Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“Don’t call me that. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would hear and nowadays she is being called by that gracious title.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at him humiliating him more.

“For me you are yourself Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah avoided the discussion.

“I want to see you.”

“You are most welcome my lady.”

“Don’t exaggerate it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly, “you look ridiculous.”

She paused in the doorway, turned and said,

“When you are figuring the race horses, Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t think you have to fall all over yourself putting out of sight just because I happen to walk in unannounced.”

Muħammad Ůsmān flushed.

Sālī, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is making her more and more smarter day by day.

The trouble with Durgesh and the other similar Hindus is they don’t only fuck Musalmān Beauties.

They make them smarter than Musalmīn too.

They are never interested in sex with them only.

They make them educated, sophisticated and financially independent too.

Once a Musalmān Beauty gets a Hindu lover, she never returns to a Musalmān.

The Hindus give too much to their Musalmān women.

Durgesh gives even more than the other Hindus.

They shamelessly say:

‘Once with Durgesh,

All the rest is trash.’

Durgesh has made them multimillionaires at least.

The Musalmīn are left so much far behind now.

Moreover, the gap between the Musalmān Beauties with Hindus and the Musalmīn is still widening day by day, financially, intellectually, politically and in humanity and religious knowledge too.

The Musalmān Beauties with Hindus are more and more successful everywhere.

Muħammad Ůsmān tried to save his face laughing and saying somewhat sheepishly, guiltily, awkwardly, shamefacedly,

“You startled me, Kħātūn-e-Jannat  razī Allāhu tålā ånhā, that’s all.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed the stairs to where her elder sister lay in bed leisurely.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself not less smart.

Since her accident, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had understood everything what Muħammad Ůsmān was after.

She punished him suitably.

She fucked Durgesh herself right in front of Muħammad Ůsmān and made him to clean not only her Musalmān Cunt but her  gorgeous Musalmān ass as well.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah successfully cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān to herself and me.

Fucking Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah I had warned Muħammad Ůsmān.

“You are a slave for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah from now on, Muħammad Ůsmān. We promise it to keep to us if you cooperate with us. If you don’t, the movie of what happened here today will be released in the global theaters of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s up to you now what your future would be. As far as the future of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned she is safe now in my nude Hindu lap forever.”

Pillows propped against Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back elevated her beautiful shoulders to a comfortable position.

A rose-shaded reading lamp was fastened to the head of the bed.

It threw light over her left shoulder to the pages of the book, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was reading.

It was ‘Årab Maha Bhārat’.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah turned the shade of the light down.

The room was filled with a soft, rosy glow.

“I thought you wouldn’t come now.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was grave.

“I can’t afford not to come. I was detained actually. How’s everything today?”

“Getting better day by day. Muħammad Ůsmān now himself holds Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sets it between my labial lips. He has surrendered to us now absolutely.”

“It maybe his act only.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned her, “Muħammad Ůsmān is not so dumb as he wants the others to believe. Never forget he was the person who wanted to murder you for your money.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth.

“How can I? The bastard has to payback for it for the rest of his life.”

“That’s the spirit.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “I was afraid of your Spectacular Islamic loyalty as his ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife.”

“You were always right, Fātimah, that the bastard was after my money. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you first.”

“But thanks Allah that your subconscious believed me, otherwise you wouldn’t have jumped out from the car successfully as soon as you realized there was something wrong in your Musalmān husband’s attitude.”

“Your warning saved me, Fātimah.”

“Allah Raħmānirraħīm.”

“You are right.”

“What’s the book?”

Årab Maha Bhārat.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“How many times you’d read it?”

Durgesh is the only writer I love to read now again and again.”

“Bājī, you hated his writing once.”

“Yes, what a fool I was. I thought he writes against us.”

“And now?”

“And now what?”

“You know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Now Durgesh is the only writer I love to read ever. But he isn’t an abundant writer, Fātimah. He must write more. He is the only writer that understands our problems, our society, our religion and our needs as accurate as even we don’t do.”

“You are right.”

“He must write more.”

“Make him.”

“He says he tries his best but he has other things to do as well.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Well, I’m sorry I was late. I just ran in to see how you were getting along after Cuckolding Your Musalmān husband.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,

“My blind loyalty to him is gone forever, Fātimah. Don’t worry. I want to punish him forever now. That’s all. Otherwise I’d have turned him to the police.”

“The police? The police are also pro Pseudo Islam. It’s really Årab Imperialism now, Bājī.”

“I dreamed of Fātimah, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded after all. She is the new Everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“Nonsense. She wouldn’t be ever. She says only Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī deserves the honor.”

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī says Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī is perfect for the post.”*

Kħadījah Muħammad was startled.

“What? I would be the Everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab?”

“Why not?” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD asked curtly.

“Bājī, you don’t mean it seriously, do you?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “You are joking. Aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m dead serious.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD declared firmly.

Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated.

“Why not you?”

“Because I lack to qualify.”

“What do you mean? We both are PhD.”

“But I never outexcelled you in politics, did I ever?”*

Abruptly the King’s voice was gone.

Through the perforated holes of the loudspeaker box came a faint tearing sound.

It was as if some canvas being ripped.

Then there was a tinny whine, and then the ear splitting falsetto crackle of static, and then dead silence.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz had reached forward.

She placed a hand on the microphone box as if to steady it.

Then quietly she spoke into the box.

“Your Majesty― hello, your Royal Majesty, we cannot hear you. We have lost you. Try again. Please try again.”

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz remained immobilized.

Her cocked head was listening for a response.

But there was no sound.

Her hand shook on the microphone box slightly.

“Muåīn, this is Al Ibādat here. Can you hear me?”

The loudspeaker stood mute.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz stared at it a moment.

Then she looked about the room at the others:

“I think we’ve been disconnected. We’ll have to get him back.”

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was already on her feet.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera had forced the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz to surrender to the popular demands of the globe wide followers of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The appointment of General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was the result of it.

Not only it, there were so many drastic changes also in Saůūdī Årab administrations.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was succeeding miraculously.

She was already on the road to establish democracy not only in Saůūdī Årab but in the entire Islamic countries as well.

Both Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad were immensely supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan almost blindly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost popular leader of not only Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmīn even in a great large number were supporting her knowingly or unknowingly.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz hurried to the ordinary green handset telephone at Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s elbow.

“Let me get hold of the Signal Corps.” She was saying, “This happens from time to time with the mechanical unscrambler. I’ll have them track the trouble down. We’ll be hooked up again in a few minutes.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was worried.

She wasn’t as sure as General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam knew very well that ultimately Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done it.

She has ultimately succeeded in destroying the age old autonomy of Al Sauds.

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz was made to surrender to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gradually, systematically and diplomatically.

They say Durgesh was not behind it.

It was done by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and her millions of the followers themselves.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam only smiled at these diplomatic rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything without the systematic veiled support of her Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had witnessed the treaty between King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

It was only the political drama to immobilize the supporters of Al Sauds.

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz has voluntary retired.

He has received more than he could have in all his lifetime.

Why then he had wanted to face Islamic terrorists?

He wasn’t fool enough.*

From her earliest childhood at Makkah Mukarramah, Al Tawħīd Al Islam remembered, she had been raised by her parents.

Her Abbū had lost his wife ab initio when his nikāħ was in execution.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, refused even the Shab-e-Ůrosī with her duly married husband, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās.

She demanded Durgesh and Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās provided her.

Al Furqān Al Wahāb had threatened to disclose his secrets otherwise.

Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās couldn’t afford it.

It was a miracle he had succeeded in convincing Al Furqān Al Wahāb to sleep with him too as I couldn’t be available to her all the time.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās’s daughter from Al Furqān Al Wahāb.

As personal secretary to the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz, Al Tawħīd Al Islam possessed great pride in her position.

She was shrewd enough to understand the trend when Al Saåūds started to lose.

Gradually the things were turning beyond their control.

She was prudent enough to understand sooner or later the Al Saåūds had to go.

She joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan secretly when she was invited.

Even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz didn’t know it.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was smart enough to manage it.*

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz called the department of Army.

She reported the communication failure.

Barking her displeasure, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz demanded that the line to her Commander in Chief be restored.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had the mental picture.

A Brueghel in animation, of a thousand little enlisted men and women, Hindu men and Musalmān women, only they were capable to handle it.

The Musalmīn loved Pseudo Islam more than the ultramodern education.

Thousand Hindu men and Musalmān women with repair tools were scurrying up and down the ramps of the Communication Building.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz’s stars and her ribbons and her adamant anti Pseudo Islam attitude had always cautioned Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam wanted to be as far away from General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz as possible.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam knew, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s one of the best friends and Durgesh’s one of the utmost loyal Live in Relationship Partners.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was more capable than even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz was.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was still on telephone.*

Al Tawħīd Al Islam put down her pad, pushed back her chair and stood up.

She found the green silent butler, and began to move about the Cabinet table.

The Cabinet table was also a new development.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam emptied ashtrays into the green silent butler.

Here and there, around the table, the participants in the conference call had shifted positions on their chairs to discuss the King’s opinion on what had happened so far at the Islamic Countries Conference and what must be done about it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was rocking back and forth on my Uncut Hindu Lund bravely gripping it into her ever tight, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, proudly.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam watched the superb successful young Musalmān lady scrutinizing her.

Was it true Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Svarūpé avasthānam, her ultimate synchronization with her original body in absolute space, has taken place?

Was her original body really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

She couldn’t decide.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā couldn’t be as ultramodern as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is.

It was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s another political stunt to be benefitted from the ever superstitious Pseudo Musalmīn.

She had successfully exploited the religious sentiments of Pseudo Musalmīn all over the globe.

The Hindus were also behind her under the ever shrewdest leadership of Durgesh himself.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had listened carefully to ‘Senator’ Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and representative Barr-e-saghīr Hind-o-Pak, discuss the possibility of expediting ratification of Islamic Unity Pact.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar expressed confidence that she would have sufficient votes to obtain passage of the Pact through National Assembly of Pakistan.

Still, to win the necessary votes, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt that she would have to do some shrewd horse trading in the cloakrooms and at luncheons in the Hotel Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admitted that she hated to make concessions on the important Minorities Rehabilitation Program.

It was being debated by the Labor and Public Welfare Committee.

Yet, it might be necessary still.

As soon as the connection was made again with Islamic Countries Conference, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would ask the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz how much he concede to the opposition floor leader, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in return for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s full support of Joint Senate.

Cleaning out the last of the ashtrays, Al Tawħīd Al Islam could hear Assistant Secretary, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Governor Nafīsah Salmān once more locked in disagreement.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was saying that any weakness that the Saůūdī Årab Government displayed in Islamic Countries Conference, would immediately aggravate Pseudo Musalmīn protest groups in Saůūdī Årab.

Nafīsah Salmān wouldn’t accept this.

She tried to reduce Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī to the role of uninformed outsider.

Nafīsah Salmān was retorting that both she and the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz had already met with the Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

The clergyman was once her husband, actually still now legally, as there wasn’t any divorce between them legally.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had assured Nafīsah Salmān that the vast conservative Ummat-e-Muslimah was headed by him.

Ummat-e-Muslimah had outgrown the Al Ħifāzat Al Islam in membership and power.

Ummat-e-Muslimah would be satisfied with the ratification of the Islamic Unity Pact.*

I remembered:

I smiled,

“Zinger?”

“Of course,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pushed herself somewhat backward and unzipped me shamelessly, rather boldly.

She brought out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis and kissed it passionately.

I closed my eyes in heavenly pleasure,

“Thank you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.”

“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished me.

“You are thirty only, my darling.”

“So what? You are thirty two yourself. We make a perfect Ashvinātam Couple, the trend of the age now.”

“Thank you. However you are mistaken. I’m sixty two.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.

“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan warned me.”

“Oh,”

“Why do you do that, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”

“Why do I do what?” I asked somewhat curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already influencing her.

It was not good.

“Why do you love to fuck mature Musalmān Beauties more, I mean?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund boldly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said that to you?”

“She is your unmarried wife, Durgesh darling. She is your Live in Relationship Partner.”

“I never rejected her claim to be so.”

“You are not happy with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“I’m fed up of the twenty eights and thirties. I’m sixty two. I want to enjoy the Musalmān Beauties of my own age group.”

“And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an impediment in it?”

“She is deliberately trying to keep away them, obstinate to replace them with twenty eights and thirties.”

“Allah Allah! Angry young man, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loves you very much, and so do I.”

“So do me too. Yet I abominate the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is trying to compel me to fuck twenty eights and thirties only.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar threw her head back and laughed.

She was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis now delightfully.

I entered my right palm into her bra and started playing with her erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts, myself.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bent and started licking my Uncut Hindu Lund along its entire Hindu length and thickness.

Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr has already come to help you, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled at me teasingly.

“Sālī, Badmåsh, who are you with, actually, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan or me?” I smiled controlling myself now.

What was the use, after all?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was incurable.

She reviled her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān.

“You haven’t told me about the zinger still now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She was sucking it now hungrily.

I smiled.

“I don’t think you miss your husband very much. I’m replacing him without any much effort on my side.”

“Should I really miss the bastard?”

I winked at her.

Imām Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a bastard, I didn’t know.”

“Hey, don’t try to tease me. You know very well what I mean. I thought it would never come that he would leave us ever.”

I wasn’t taken aback.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

“I see I didn’t shock you. You are in the wings too long time to be shocked. You are enjoying sex with so many Musalmān Beauties now that you have experienced almost all the reactions from us.”

I didn’t say anything.

I kept smiling only.

“We were fed up of him. He was too religious to be a normal husband. Musalmīn are stupid enough―”

I raised my right hand.

“I know how stupid the Musalmīn are. You the four are given a nice settlement.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

“Well, let’s get on with it. Make it official, Durgesh darling.”

I was unsettled somewhat.

I pulled myself together.

Then I drew the document across the desk closer to me.

I took a moment to compose myself.

“Would you like me to read the deed of settlement to you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar? It’s a short testament. You should have heard it fully before you signed it. I told you to do so.”

“That was not our goal. We wanted to get rid of him. The settlement was secondary.”*

Chapter 14

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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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 12

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

 Chapter 12

Durgesh Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

The sight of Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was unbelievable.

Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Her father was Indian Brāhmañ, Brahmdév Sharmā.

It was a great combination.

She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two.

I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. *

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was only eighteen, and one of Jāhnavī Dīxit’s best friends.

It was a surprise what Jāhnavī Dīxit found in a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girl that was even ten years younger than her.

The only thing I could think of was she was her husband’s daughter from his first wife, Al Tawħīd Al Islam

She was also asking me out on a date.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how did I get out of this?

Or did I want to?

I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.

I was at Jāhnavī Dīxit’s apartment, where she was living with her Brāhmañ husband, Brahmdév Sharmā, while attending college.

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high.

I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was just a bit different than the other girls from the start.

It would appear I was right.

I had just agreed to help Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an find a car this Saturday.

She needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one.

She didn’t have a lot of money to spend.

However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman.

I couldn’t blame one if he tried.

All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was the only one who was out and out SEXY.

She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there.

Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs.

All of that and very pretty besides.

I was lost.

I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.

How the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had changed me successfully, I myself wonder.

I was sixty three now.

Yet I was craving for a girl just eighteen.

Just eighteen to thirty.

That was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan meant from ‘Jet’ in Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

J: Just

E: Eighteen

T: Thirty

“And what about the Musalmān Beauties over thirty?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smirked, “They don’t deserve Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Their above thirty Musalmān Cunts don’t qualify for Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund? A sixty three years old Uncut Hindu Lund is serving Jet Musalmān Cunts. It’s not needed in above thirty years Musalmān Cunts. They  can search of other suitable Uncut Hindu Penises. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā has declared the new policy of her Jannat-e-Firdaus. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She was so bold now that she damn cared if the entire humanity watched her fucking her Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was similarly on his back.

Nāzimah Yåqūb was similarly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

“Congratulations Nāzimah Yåqūb Bājī.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cooed, “It’s not easy to snatch away a Bachhalyā from the ever jealous Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is however successfully you have excluded to serve you first.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cunningly and smiled triumphantly.

“Nothing is impossible if we try to achieve sincerely. Thank you Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī have come here. They told me at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb was surprised.

“You are coming from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī is the Chairperson of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Isn’t she? It was only natural for me to go there to meet her.”

“She had come here.” Nāzimah Yåqūb told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We discussed our new strategies to ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’ movement. But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī called her on her mobile. Sidrah Aħmad immediately went to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. I don’t know why.”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī didn’t tell you?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was somewhat disappointed.

“She said there was some emergency. She didn’t have the time to explain me everything in detail.”

“Allah!”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“Congratulations.”

“To me?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised, “For what?”

“You have understood how to tame your Musalmān husband. Now you are free.”

The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was glued to the cabin window.

It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years.

She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian men in Hindutv pride even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps.

She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years.

He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly Dance.

She had occasionally worn them for Eīdul Fitr or other family parties.

She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly Dance performance in public.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.

Her husband Al Muħammad Al Imām was too similarly, though Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had always dreamed of an Indian Hindu husband as most of the Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties did.

At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less.

She had no wrinkles.

In addition, she had kept constant attention to her immensely arresting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body for the last six years.

She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician.

Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will.

She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal.

She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since.

As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had been practicing belly Dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all.

She had just lost some breasts to 36B and her measures had fallen to 36-30-36, not so bad for a Musalmān Beauty  of her age with two grown Hindu sons from Durgesh the unique.

Yes she was lucky enough not to enjoy only sex with Durgesh but to have my Hindu sons for her too.

But she still felt herself fat.

Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband’s daughter.

His thoroughly incompetent Saůūdī Årab Sheikħ Musalmān husband, as the most of the Årab Sheikħs were, could not give her any son, only daughters and daughters, damn him.

“Honey, it’s fantastic, we are in the dream country of you Musalmān Beauties, India, at last and did you hear the pilot? The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing.” Al Muħammad Al Imām smiled at his prize beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife.

“Al Muħammad Al Imām, you idiot, you my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass licker, I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes.”

“ I took two salwar kameez and one saree. Don’t be angry, please, my lady luck.” Al Muħammad Al Imām touched her feet to please her.

Since his wife has succeeded to fuck the most amazing Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Imām was too much afraid of her.

Feeling tremendously insulted, Al Muħammad Al Imām wanted to divorce her, but Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed him to be ass fucked by Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Al Muħammad Al Imām gagged feeling Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund tearing his Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.

“Sālé, musaddé,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar grabbed his beard fucking his till virgin Musalmān ass violently, “I’m not Durgesh, the softie. I’m the ardent follower of Dr. Ali Sina. I fuck you Musalmīn too in your anti humanity Musalmān ass. I don’t fuck Musalmān Beauties only, as Durgesh does. Durgesh is the Live in Relationship Partner of my own real Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān sister and other countless Musalmān sisters too. If you even think to harm Durgesh ever in any way, I’d proudly kill you fucking your terrorist Musalmān ass.”

Al Muħammad Al Imām could not speak even a word.

He knew very well that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was actually a Hindu underworld Don.

The Muslim underworld Dons were Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu ass lickers.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked their Musalmān houseladies.

And they couldn’t do anything to Shankar Mahāpralayankar ever.*

“It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need.” Al Muħammad Al Imām murmured to his thoroughly successful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

He knew now very well that she has successfully joined the utmost dangerous club of Musalmān Beauties and their Hindu lovers, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

Sidrah Aħmad was its present president.

Nāzimah Yåqūb, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were its great patrons.*

Muħammad Åbbās still remembered when he first saw his friend, Durgesh, squeezing his Bahū Bégum’s chūchiyān in the kitchen & then next time taking her to a hotel.

He was furious to the extent to slap me.

His friends were right.

They had warned Muħammad Åbbās.

Durgesh has already fucked most of our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. Now, it’s your number.”

“Yet,” O.P. Dīxit commented gravely, “What can we do?”

Vikram Rājpūt, Mr’tyunjaý Chauhān, Milind Joshī, everyone sighed his helplessness.

Muħammad Åbbās was surprised somewhat.

“What do you mean? Durgesh has fucked your Brāhmañ houseladies too?”

Brāhmañ houseladies, Rajput houseladies, Jain houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies, atheists houseladies― Durgesh has fucked almost our entire houseladies those are beautiful.”

Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it.

“I thought Durgesh was actually humiliating us Musalmīn only.”

“It’s not a matter of humiliation at all, Åbbās.” Akbar Mujāhid couldn’t stop himself, “actually Durgesh is doing it because he is our friend and he doesn’t want our houseladies vagabond here and there. He wants to keep their adultery unto himself and hush hush.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“It means,” Muħammad Åbbās said at length, as if fallen from the seventh sky, “it means Durgesh is really our friend and he is keeping our honor instead of disgracing us?”

“That’s right.” Akbar Mujāhid said with almost choked voice, “He has raped my daughter, Ruqayyah Mujāhid recently. Not because he had lust for her. She was falling for Brahmdév Sharmā instead.”

Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“Yes, the Minister, the Congressman we voted for. He was after my just eighteen daughter.”

Everyone was again dumbfounded.*

When I woke up I was tied down to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth I tried to shout for help but it was muffled by the ball gag.

It was very dark in the room but in turning my head to try and see if I could get free I noticed the clock and it was 4:12am.

I was very worried about this as I was sure by now all my friends would have left and that I was probably the only one left.

I then heard a voice talking to someone it was a guy talking to the girl that had obviously drugged me.

She said bye to him and from what I could tell he left as I heard the door close.

After this, the door to the room I was in, opened and the bitch came in to the room.

I struggled to get free but it was no use.

she then said to me,

“We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

As she said this I thought that this might actually turn out to be not that bad as I was sure she just wanted to have sex with me and she was so hot that I really didn’t care at all that she drugged me.

She then told me that she would be back soon.

About ten minutes or so later I heard the door bell go and heard another few girls’ voices.

I actually started to get quite excited about what I thought was going to happen.

The door opened again and Sājidah Imām the girl that had tied me up was standing with another two girls wearing latex dresses.

They came in and Sājidah Imām left.

One of them went in to her bag and brought a syringe out and injected it into my left arm which knocked me out cold.

I woke up hanging up spread eagle in a cellar dungeon.

Nothing fancies really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side.

I had locking cuffs on my ankles that were chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my Hindu crotch.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad raping me again?

I couldn’t believe it.

Yesterday I’ve raped Ruqayyah Mujāhid myself.

And today I’m being raped.

My Bhogchakr was really even beyond my control.*

Samīnah Ħabīb was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day.

Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed.

She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout.

As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the Musalmān Beauties, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the University and friends she had known all her life to begin anew.

It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined.

Even her Hindu Lover, Durgesh, had found it easy to fit in to the new University and routine.

Even as she started to undress to take a shower, Durgesh was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Samīnah Ħabīb looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders.

This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic Musalmān Beauties  in the University.

They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought.

There was Sherī Åbbās, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Samīnah Ħabīb had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs.

Always with Sherī Åbbās were Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ, Padminī Tripāŧhī with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sherī Åbbās, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips were big.

Della Christ was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Della Christ’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out.

She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end.

Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Samīnah Ħabīb self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror.

Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.

Sherī Åbbās Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work lather up.

Samīnah Ħabīb began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about her date the night before with me, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the Literary team.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about how it hadn’t taken me any time at all on our date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up.

She laughed as she described how desperate I had seemed as she thwarted my attempts to feel her up.

She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with me, kissing me and sucking tongues together.

She commented that I was really a good kisser with a really long tongue.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed as she said this.

Sherī Åbbās commented that she was going to go out with me on Friday and that she planned on letting me go a little further this time, maybe even letting me play with her tits a little bit.

As she said this, Sherī Åbbās reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed.

Della Christ reached over and pinched one of Sherī Åbbās’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back.

Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Samīnah Ħabīb moved over next to Sherī Åbbās to ask her a question.

“Sherī Åbbās,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”

“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”

“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“Yeah,” Della Christ commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”

“Well,” Sherī Åbbās answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

Della Christ grimaced.

“Dearie, Durgesh and even the other Hindus are not so easily available to us Christian and Jew Beauties as they are available to you Musalmān Beauties.”

Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“We Musalmān Beauties  know you Christian and Jew Beauties are immensely jealous of us.”

“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Samīnah Ħabīb inquired.

“Of course I have,” Sherī Åbbās responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”

“Hah,” Della Christ said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”

“Well, so what,” Sherī Åbbās retorted, “at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”

“I like the guys I go with,” Della Christ replied. “What about you, Samīnah Ħabīb, ever had been with a guy?”

“No, not like that. I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”

“Well, neither have I,” Padminī Tripāŧhī chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like these two,” she said laughing.

“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sherī Åbbās laughed. “I’ll bet that before the University year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in University wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”

“I don’t know,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”

“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Della Christ replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”

“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sherī Åbbās declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sherī Åbbās said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch Durgesh making out with me. My parents are away for the weekend so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get Durgesh  to make out with me in the living room.”

“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Della Christ said laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”

“Sure,” Padminī Tripāŧhī said. “I think it’ll be funny that Durgesh won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Samīnah Ħabīb?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sherī Åbbās said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”

With that they all went their way as they walked home.

As Samīnah Ħabīb lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends.

They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider.

Face it, she was.

I’ve only been here a month, Samīnah Ħabīb reminded herself.

They’ve known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Samīnah Ħabīb thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska.

She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and Durgesh that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska.

It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction.

Midterm 2012 was due in India now.

Samīnah Ħabīb was worried that her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb might lose to her own Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm.

Her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb, was stupid enough not to resign from Indian National Congress.

He still thought inanely that UPA would return to power.

Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, laughed.

Anna Hazare and his team have already caused Indian National Congress to lose Assembly Elections in five states, Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur. You still believe UPA can return to power. You are foolish.”

Padminī Tripāŧhī watched her father, Rām Sharañ Tripāthī.

He was fighting from Ayodhya parliamentary seat from Indian National Congress.

Padminī Tripāŧhī was worried that there were more than ninety percent chances he could lose to the BJP candidate.

Muħammad Åbbās was fighting from BJP there.

He has promised to his voters to build Rām Mandir at Ayodhya.

Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore.

Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time.

The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Samīnah Ħabīb heard her name shouted from behind.

Turning around, she saw it was I, marching to catch up to her.

Samīnah Ħabīb really loved me.

I was so good- looking and nice.

Everyone seemed to like me.

I was medium, yet athletic, always did great at everything I tried.

As I caught up to her, I grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”

“Oh, Durgesh, I’m so happy for you,” Samīnah Ħabīb said, hugging me fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”

“How’s cheerleading going?” I inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”

“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the Musalmān Beauties and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sherī Åbbās in action.

“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked me.

“We’ll see,” I smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” I teased, knowing how shy she was.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”

“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”

Then we went into the house where Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, was beginning to fix dinner.

As Samīnah Ħabīb began to help with the dinner, she told her of her day in University, I being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the Literary team.

“Muħammad Ħbīb will be real proud of you,” Attāhirah Al Kulsūm said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”*

My rhythm, increased feeling Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nectar drip out of her hole and onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had replaced my fingers with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was adamant.

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‘Is she cumming?’ I wondered.

I looked closely as she was quivering with delight.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Pakistani Sunni Musalmān head was tossed back as she whimpered as quietly as she could.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh my God, she is cumming!” I watched as my maternal cousin climaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

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I loved the way she felt inside I didn’t even want to remove my Uncut Hindu Lund from her hole.

I left my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her until she slowly seemed to recover.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself smile shyly at me.

I was moving closer to Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I wanted to kiss her again as I’d done the other night.

We were about to lock lips when we heard loud noises.

It was the car behind us honking.

It looked like the streets were open again.

I quickly put the car on drive and I raced home.

I was going to make love to Arzumand Jahāngīr tonight.

There was no doubt about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew what was going to happen as well.

She was ready for it.

She was prepared to have I make love to her.

The siblings drove home full of raging desires for one another.

This time we weren’t going to let anything stop us.

The rain had stopped by the time Arzumand Jahāngīr and I got back to the apartment.

The sky above us looked clear as if it had never rained.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was eager to get inside and show I just how much she loved me.

Putting my car in park, I rushed to run around my car and open up Arzumand Jahāngīr’s door.

I held her hand as she got out of the car.

I wanted to kiss her now, but knew there were peering eyes bound to catch us.

We kept quiet as we headed up to the apartment.

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She watched me nervously fumble with the keys as I ppened the door.

She took a deep breath as I stepped aside to let her in.

This is it!

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew me t was time to let I love her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in the hallway hearing me close the door behind and locking it.

I turned the lights on.

She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I put my arms around her from behind.

My body felt so strong, so good against her petite body.

“I love you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I whimpered in her ear as I pushed her hair aside letting my lips brush against the back of her neck.

My hands were on her shoulders and she reached with her own hands to place them on me.

“I-I love you too Durgesh,” she said nervously.

My hot breath was gliding on her skin so gently.

My lips kissed her skin tenderly and Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel My Uncut Hindu Cock hard as I stood behind her.

She felt me slide my arms around her waist holding her tight.

I loved the way my little maternal cousin felt.

She felt so fragile and innocent.

I could smell the light touch of her perfume as the aroma dazzled me.

I was finally getting my fantasy to come true.

I had her to myself, finally.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want you. I want you so bad!” I spoke softly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me turn her around to face me.

I looked at her childlike face.

Her skin felt as flawless as I cupped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

I leaned down to kiss her.

Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips met with mine and we shared an intense kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let herself go, accepting me kiss once again.

My kiss had left her wanting me more.

My tongue slithered in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth as we touched tongues exchanging saliva from our eager mouths.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I both moaned while we kissed so erotically.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wasn’t sure if it was the fact that, she was kissing me that got her so turned on, or the fact that she was truly in love with me.

I  didn’t see Arzumand Jahāngīr  as my maternal cousin , I saw her as a beautiful young Musalmān lady that wanted me .

And I wanted her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr broke our kiss and tightened her hold she had on my waist.

Durgesh, let me make love to you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t believe it herself that she was speaking out her true feelings.

My eyes widened.

My little maternal cousin wanted to ride my Uncut Hindu Cock!

She had already succeeded.

She made me to do it in the car.

Yet, it was not enough.

She actually wanted to slide her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot up and down my aching Uncut Hindu Cock.

Oh, fuck that was hot!

I grabbed my maternal cousin and lifted her up in my arms.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at first taken by surprise.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said as I carried her.

In my room, I kicked off my shoes and moved towards Arzumand Jahāngīr like a mad man.

Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t resist my touch.

We kissed with hungry kisses and Arzumand Jahāngīr was losing herself more with me than with any other man she’d ever been with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed me towards my bed.

She wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her right away.

She’d been keeping all her feeling to herself but tonight she was going to let me know everything she felt for me.

“Oh I ! I wanna see your Uncut Hindu Cock!” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out putting her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock over my pants.

“Get it out of my pants darling.” I said in a lustful rage.

I just let myself fall back on the bed with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock showing through my slacks.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood above me looking shy but very curious.

She zipped down my pants and pulled out my aching throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down and her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes grew wide looking at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was everything she’d fantasized it would be.

My thick mushroom head was slimy with precum.

The glow of my precum was making her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth water.

She stepped back and took her sandals off.

She let her own shaky hands pull her panties down.

I watched my little maternal cousin get on top of me.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body felt so light, so beautiful.

She leaned down to kiss me softly as my hands brought down her spaghetthe straps from her dress.

Her amazing breasts fell out right away.

They were a c-cup size.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nipples were small and thick in a dark pink color.

I reached up to put one of my maternal cousin’s breasts in my palm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back moaning as I squeezed her nipple.

She could feel my fingers on her nipples.

She was so ready for anything I was willing to give her.

She’d never really had a chance to make love to a man she really loved.

But now she was here with a man she loved with all of her heart.

Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching as I squeezed her nipple.

My precum was getting all over her legs but she didn’t care.

She loved my Durgeshly juices on her.

Though she kept wondering what my Hindu cum would feel like inside her.

“Mmmm yes! Squeeze my nipples Durgesh darling,” She rasped out.

I moved from one nipple to the other taking turns squeezing them.

I cupped each breast with one hand as I kissed them.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down as she watched me kiss her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

My palm was hungry for her tits.

I couldn’t take any more.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, fuck me. Fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock darling,” I said roughly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her hair to the side and lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up enough to get my big Uncut Hindu Cock ready to go inside her.

She grabbed it with her hand and felt it pulsing as she lightly stroked it.

I put my hand over hers as she looked at me.

“Are you on birth control or do you want me to wearing protection?” I asked in the heat of the moment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr just gave me a devilish grin.

“I’m on the pill, dear.”

“Oh, fuck! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, I want you Arzumand Jahāngīr! I want you!” I moaned anxiously.

Arzumand Jahāngīr straddled me and slowly slid her tight excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Mmmmgggghhhh,” she wailed loudly as My Uncut Hindu Cock was piercing her tight little hole.

She could feel my manhood creeping inside her, opening her up.

“Yes baby, that’s right. fuck big Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Do it Arzumand Jahāngīr. I love you!” I was holding on tightly to her waist.

“Oh I love you Durgesh. I love you so much!” Arzumand Jahāngīr was now shrilling loudly as she finally got all of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her.

She started moving her hips around seductively savoring the feel and length of My Uncut Hindu Cock.

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She seemed so innocent, yet she knew damn well what she was doing.

Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly began to grind her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt so incredible!

She could feel the veins of my Uncut Hindu Cock massaging her inside.

Moving her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body faster she was now on a rampage fucking My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I  held on to her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pinching her nipples as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock being smashed by my maternal cousin ‘s warm juices.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot glided gracefully up and down my long Hindu shaft.

I felt each stroke of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot pulling my skin up and down making me want to explode hard in her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was feeling the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Cock as she rode it.

She couldn’t believe she was finally here, making love to me .

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was now adjusting to my size and more letting her enjoy this wonderful lovemaking.

“Yes! Oh, that’s it! Keep riding me baby!” I was breathless.

“Mmmmm your Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed as she fucked My Uncut Hindu Cock harder now, pouncing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot so hard making my balls move up and down.

She’d clench her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund making me want to lose control.

I suddenly felt my balls tighten with sperm ready to shoot out into my maternal cousin’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I was going to cum hard.

I just knew it!

I shut my eyes tightly for a few seconds as I was starting to release my Hindu cum.

“Mhmmmmm Arzumand Jahāngīr! I’m cumming! I’m fuckin’ cumming!” I groaned loudly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr accelerated her speed and felt me shooting out my Hindu cum all inside her.

She felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body jolt for a minute as she took my shot of cum.

It was incredibly sexy.

I felt as if I was shooting out gallons of cum.

I’d shot out at least 6 times long angry ropes of cum.

I’d wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr for days now and now I saw what she could do to me.

“Oooh yes! Put your Hindu seed in me Durgesh. Ooooh I have it in me! Look I’m taking it! Oh fuck!” Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her own body tense.

She was reaching an amazing climax right there on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp my Uncut Hindu Lund hard and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shook madly.

She looked at me as she came.

“Yes baby, cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock. Fuck yes!” I grabbed her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts harder feeling her nipples erect more as she was finishing her orgasm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself weaken after an intense orgasm.

She laid her head down on my chest.

She could hear my heart beating rapidly.

She was so out of breath and spent.

I just ran my Uncut Hindu Lund through her hair as I held her close to me.

“You’re amazing Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I murmured.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moved looking up at me.

“I love you Durgesh. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man.”

I smiled.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want to be with you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed my lips lightly. “I’m scared Durgesh darling. What if we fall deeply and madly in love?”

I didn’t respond.

I just stroked her pretty face and let her lay her head back on my chest. “It’s too late Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m already deeply and madly in love with you,” I finally responded.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed brushing her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips on my chest.

She was fearful of what the future had in store for us, yet she was so intrigued by being her my lover.4

Arzumand Jahāngīr rested on top of me feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock soften inside her.

She brought herself up laying down next to me as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She kept thinking of all the times we used to fight when we were younger.

I used to pull her bra and she’d chase me around the house.

I used to tease her when she wore her braces. Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled to herself as she recalled those Moments.

Never in her life had she imagined she’d be like this.

In love with me.

“How do you think we can get away with this relationship?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as she ran her finger on my lips.

“I don’t know. We have to be very careful Arzumand Jahāngīr.” My gaze was on her pretty face with my hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You mean we have to sneak around?”

“Well sort of. Yes, I guess you can say that. At least for the time being.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes saddened.

“I hate the fact that we’ll have to sneak around. I’d love to be able to tell anyone how much I love you.”

“Even Mumānījān and Māmūjān?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

Arzumand Jahāngīr  sighed as she cringed. “Well I guess not everyone.”

I held Arzumand Jahāngīr closer to me.

I’d watch her grow up to be a beautiful young lady.

She had grace, style and beauty all in one package.

How could any guy resist her?

“Arzumand Jahāngīr.  We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me. Like I have been wanting for that past week.” I said kissing her forehead.

“DURGESH, it’s so strange how we fell in love, don’t you think?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked stroking my hair.

I kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips tenderly.

“Yes it is. I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Oh Durgesh, why does life have to be so cruel, yet so kind? I mean I think it’s cruel for it to fall madly in love with you, and kind that I’ve found a man like you to love, to cherish.”

I just held Arzumand Jahāngīr tightly feeling her warmth.

She felt so womanly, yet so much like a young child.

The aroma of our sex was all over the room and I loved the sense it brought.

“I’m gonna take a shower Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting up.

I raised myself up from the bed.

“Can I take one with you?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“I’d love to have you in the shower with me.”

“Alright then!” I cheered.

We walked into the shower, still half clothed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned on the shower making it a nice hot one.

The water started to run warm and then hot making the room steamy.

I stood before my maternal cousin and slowly raised her dress.

My hands slid on her firm bottom feeling it, fondling it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled as I touched her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mmmm I never thought you’d be touching my butt like this.”

I lifted her dress up over her taking it all off.

“Well, I never thought I’d want you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood there completely naked.

Even though the room was hot, her nipples were hard.

I was almost breathless looking at my maternal cousin naked.

Eīshān, God, she looks delicious I thought to myself.

Her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts so firm, her tummy so flat, her skin so soft and delicate.

“You’re so beautiful, Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m falling more in love with you each second.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr held me close to her naked skin. “I love you Durgesh. I love you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr began pulling out the rest of my shirt.

Somewhat of it was still tucked in my loose open pants.

I stood back as Arzumand Jahāngīr unbuttoned my shirt.

She did each button slowly never taking her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes off me.

Finally, with the last button my shirt came open exposing my hard chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes devoured my manly body.

Her hands moved down to my pants sliding them off leaving me in my boxers.

I stepped out of my pants and took off my socks.

I grabbed Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s hands and put them on my waist pushing them down slowly removing my boxers.

She felt herself gasp looking at me there, completely naked.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled modestly.

“Come on; let’s get in the shower, before the hot water runs out.” I said playfully.

We both stepped into the steamy water together.

I stood behind Arzumand Jahāngīr holding her under the waterfall.

I watched her hair get wet as the water hit us.

Her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was close to me.

I ran my hands up and down her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes feeling my hands roaming every part of her.

She reached out to grab the spring smelling bar of soap lathering it in her hands.

I grabbed it from her hand.

I glided my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breasts letting the soap suds run down her chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr leaned her head back and our lips met for a sensual kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hot young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingled with feelings of hot lust for me.

Yes, touch me more. Don’t ever stop Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.

I kept lathering up more soap and ran my hands down Arzumand Jahāngīr’s body making sure she was covered up with soap bubbles.

The scent of soap filled the room reminding us that it was just us, alone in the shower.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around letting her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes meet with me.

She pressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against my letting the suds get on my body.

We began to kiss losing ourselves under this wonderful rain of water that covered us, protected us from the real world.

The soap was washing off our bodies slowly.

I looked over to my right to grab the bottle of shampoo.

I smiled down at Arzumand Jahāngīr as she looked up at me with admiring eyes.

I poured some of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s apple smelling shampoo on the palm of my hands and placed it on her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled softly as I began to wash her hair.

My hands massaged her head as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund lightly on her hair.

I stared down at Arzumand Jahāngīr.

She was so gorgeous standing there naked as I washed her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back slightly letting the water wash off the shampoo.

I just observed this beautiful sight.

The shampoo ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body slow like honey.

I grabbed the bar of soap again lathering it up once more to start rubbing Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot with it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr whined softly feeling me washing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My hands gently ran up and down her wet slit.

She got a hold of the soap and returned the favor.

She got a handful of suds and placed her hand on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

She stroked it up and down washing me up.

I bit my lip enjoying Arzumand Jahāngīr’s touch.

Arzumand Jahāngīr took the bottle of my shampoo and got a handful of it as she started washing my hair.

I laughed as she reached her little arms up lathering up my hair.

I picked her up a little as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I love being here with you,” I whimpered.

“I want this moment to last forever, “Arzumand Jahāngīr responded holding me tightly.

I dipped my head under the water letting the shampoo wash off my hair as it fell onto us both.

Arzumand Jahāngīr helped by rinsing my hair out.

I carefully turned around as I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr in my arms.

I placed her back against the tile wall.

“I want to be inside you again Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me softly.

“Yes. Make love to me again Durgesh.”

I adjusted her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and immediately plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sensitive excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let out a loud moan as I entered her once again.

I began to thrust my hips madly as my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly entered and exited her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

We kissed passionately as we made love while the water continued to bathe us.

I loved the way Arzumand Jahāngīr’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot swallowed up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel her still so tight and warm.

I never wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.

I wanted to be in her eternally.

Arzumand Jahāngīr held on to me tightly as I made love to her.

It was so erotic making love in the shower.

She’d always fantasized about doing that someday, but now that day was here.

She was glad to be able to share it with such an amazing person, DURGESH, her Hindu lover.

“You feel so good. I want to explode in you again, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me with love.

“Do it Durgesh, my Hindu Love. Just let yourself cum into me. I want to take it all again.”

A few more thrusts and I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock spurting out cum right inside Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Each shot of my Hindu cum that Arzumand Jahāngīr took from me, made her shudder.

 Chapter 13

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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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 11

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 11

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Al Mujāhidah Al Islam

Jāhnavī Dīxit said.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal, Ammījān, but it is what it is and I can’t keep putting my life on hold waiting for the perfect guy to come along when it might not happen,” She held a coffee cup in both hands, but the dark brown liquid inside had gone cold.

She just held onto the smooth ceramic because it was something solid.

“You’re only twenty eight, dear. Don’t you think you’re being a little overdramatic? You have plenty of time to meet the right guy and settle down and start a family. Why, most women your age are waiting later and later to start families.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit hated it when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, talked to her like she was still just sixteen and hadn’t thought things through.

She was twenty eight already.

Wasn’t she?

Yes, Brahmdév Sharmā was crazy for her to marry Jāhnavī Dīxit but she wasn’t so certain of Brahmdév Sharmā yet.

Durgesh was still her first and last choice as a life partner.

Moreover, Durgesh was a Bachhalyā the history proven utmost ideal mate for Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Brāhmañs had always disappointed Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Only Bachhalyās were optimum for them.

Sitting in the kitchen of the house where she grew up didn’t help as her parents hadn’t changed a thing in twenty-five years.

Her father, Professor Dr. Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit, had married a Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was their extremely beautiful daughter.

She could see herself sitting there, way back when, in her school uniform as her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, tried to explain the birds and bees to her.

It didn’t matter that Jāhnavī Dīxit had lost her virginity the year before when she was eighteen to Durgesh  up the street.

Jāhnavī Dīxit  still turned glowing red when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, pushed a condom to her across the kitchen table.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, always thought of herself as a “cool Ammījān” and tried to act like she was just one of the girls when Jāhnavī Dīxit’s friends were around.

If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, it was even worse when her brother’s friends were around.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s Ammījān was only in her late thirties when they were teens and still quite attractive.

The word didn’t exist back then, but Mrs. Al Mujāhidah Al Islam Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit was definitely what the kids now called a “MILF”.

On a few occasions Jāhnavī Dīxit overheard the lurid comments of her brother’s friends talking about what they’d like to do to the older Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān woman.

The fact that in looks she was just a younger version of her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, made Jāhnavī Dīxit wonder what they said about her when she wasn’t around.

It made her feel sexy to think they might want her too.

Sometimes she still thought back fondly on that night in the back of the old Buick.

What Big Durgesh never lacked in technique he still more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“Ammījān, those women are still trying to launch their careers or waiting for Mr. Perfect. My career is where I want it and I know Mr. Perfect is not going to come along.”

“What about that guy you went out with a few months ago? Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“He was fine. We just weren’t compatible.”

“It wasn’t right in the bedroom?” she asked, lowering her voice and leaning across the table.

“Ammījān!”

“It’s okay dear, we can talk about these things. I’m not as innocent as you probably think.”

“Ammī!”

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, don’t be such a prude. Was Brahmdév Sharmā too quick on the trigger? You know, if you work with a man you can solve a lot of the problems in the bedroom. Your stepfather Durgesh and I …”

“Ammījān! Stop! We are not talking about this!”

“Okay, okay. I just want you to know that if you’re having a problem that I am here for you.”

“Can we just stick to the topic then, please? I am ready to be an Ammī and I am tired of waiting.”

“Okay, I understand that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are missing an essential part of the equation. Are you thinking in vitro fertilization then? Are you going to visit a sperm bank?”

“I guess I would have to, but in vitro is so expensive and my health insurance doesn’t cover it. I don’t have enough equity to take a loan against the townhouse. I don’t know where I could find the money. If I ask a guy I know, I could save some money I think, but I don’t know if I would have enough if it didn’t work on the first try.”

“Finding a guy willing to say yes to that might be difficult.”

“Ammījān!”

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, laughed. “Not to be a donor, but maybe to help with money. Durgesh and I would help if we could, you know that, but since I haven’t been working lately things have been tight.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed herself.

How could she think, even for a second, that her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, would be suggesting she ask anybody else but Durgesh  for his sperm?

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s stepfather, Durgesh,  had been in her life since she was just six-years-old and had been more of a father to her than her biological one, Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit, whom she rarely saw.

He’d been her “Pop” almost as long as she could remember.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. It’s a shame I can’t go out there and just find a good guy to have a kid with. You found a great guy, Durgesh I mean, one who didn’t mind Living in Relationship  with a woman with two small kids. I’m not even looking for that, just a good guy who’d be willing to give me a baby. Where can I find a guy like Pop?”

“He’s one in a million, rather one in infinite. That’s for sure. And I know he’d do anything for you. Don’t worry, dear, we’ll think of something,” her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, said.

A week later, Jāhnavī Dīxit’s Ammījān called and asked to meet her for lunch.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was close with her parents, but she rarely saw her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, in the middle of the day and was concerned that something was wrong.

When she finally sat down with her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, she was sure that the woman had lost her mind.

Ammī and daughter were sitting across from each other on the outdoor patio of a café, each eating a salad and enjoying the warm day.

When her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, started with inane small talk, Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was talking around something, but she also knew her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, well enough that she had to give her time to get around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“I’ve been thinking about your problem and after going over everything you said I believe I have an answer. If you’re interested I think I have a way for you to get your baby.”

“Okay, I’m all ears. What have you come up with?”

“I was thinking your stepfather Durgesh could help you out.”

“I couldn’t ask you for money, Ammījān. I know how tight things are.”

“That’s not really what I meant, dear. I’m thinking he could provide some ‘raw material’.”

“Oh.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit didn’t know what to say.

She was sure her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s offer came from a giving place, but Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t help but think having her stepfather provide the sperm for her to make a baby was weird.

She’d always thought it a little odd when someone’s Ammī would carry a baby for them.

Finding a great guy like her Pop would be a blessing, but actually having a baby with him might be too weird.

What would they tell people?

It would be best to put her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, off with logic.

“I really appreciate the offer, but that doesn’t solve the problem of how to pay for in vitro. It could be thousands, tens of thousands of dollars, and I just don’t have it.”

“I understand that and there is more to my idea, so just hear me out, okay? I wasn’t just thinking that your stepfather could donate his, uh, materiel, to a cup. I thought he could provide it the old fashioned way.”

“What are you saying, Ammījān?” Jāhnavī Dīxit asked with a wrinkled brow. The idea was just so out there that she couldn’t process it.

“Don’t freak out, Jāhnavī Dīxit. I’m suggesting that Durgesh give you a baby the old fashioned way.”

“You want me and Pop to … Ammījān!”

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, lower your voice!” she scolded.

“Don’t you yell at me! You can’t be serious! You can’t really be saying you want me and Pop,” Jāhnavī Dīxit said, and then lowered her voice, “to have sex. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m not saying I want you to have sex. I just think it’s the best solution to your problem. Durgesh loves you and you I know you love him and shouldn’t your baby be born out of love? Is there any other man out there you can trust more?”

“That’s not the point! It’s Pop, he’s like a father to me.”

“But he’s not your father so it’s not wrong like that. I know it’s an out there idea and you’re going to have to think on it. Please just don’t dismiss it out of hand.”

“How do you expect me to even consider something like this? How can you? Did you even ask him about this? Oh God, what did he say? He doesn’t think it’s my idea, does he?” Jāhnavī Dīxit stammered.

“No, I didn’t mention it to him yet. I thought I should at least talk to you first. Breathe honey. Marry Brahmdév Sharmā but enjoy sex with Durgesh.”

“I’m not a Musalmān Beauty. And Brahmdév Sharmā is not a Musalmān terrorist, criminal or criminal minded.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Musalmān Beauties cheating their Musalmān husband haven’t to suffer ever from their guilty conscience. Most of the Musalmīn are thoroughly incompetent for marital responsibilities. They are terrorists, criminals or criminal minded at least. Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives never regret that they cheat them. They punish them in this way having sex with some worthier Hindu.”

“Nonsense.” Al Mujāhidah Al Islam scolded her Brāhmañ daughter Jāhnavī Dīxit.

What a tragedy.

She had gotten rid of her Brāhmañ husband Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit.

Yet, his daughter is still reminding her, his peculiar Brāhmañ morals.

Jāhnavī Dīxit did feel light headed and drank down half her iced tea, wishing it was of the Long Island variety.

It was like she’d just stepped into the Twilight Zone.

She couldn’t believe what her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was suggesting.

Did she really want Jāhnavī Dīxit to go to bed with her stepfather Durgesh because he is a Bachhalyā?

How could she think Jāhnavī Dīxit would do something like that?

What made her think he would do something like that?

Paranoid, Jāhnavī Dīxit wondered if Pop had ever said anything.

She couldn’t imagine it.

Pop would never cheat on her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam,, especially not with her daughter!

“Why do you think he would even do it? Pop would never sleep with me,” Jāhnavī Dīxit said.

Were they really having this conversation?

“We started our Live in Relationship  in the seventies, dear. Your stepfather, Durgesh, and I have had some adventures.”

“Ewww, Ammījān! I don’t need to hear about your swinging days with Pop. Just because you might have been all crazy back in the day it doesn’t mean that Pop wants to sleep with your daughter. Why would you even want him to?”

“You don’t have to make it sound so sordid. It’s not like that. I love and trust you both. It’s not like I’m worried Durgesh’s going to run off with you like Woody Allen. This would be a pure act of love. You would be giving each other something beautiful. Try and look at it that way.”

“What would I be giving Pop?”

“The act of making love.”

“Ewww …”

“Don’t be so squeamish. Your stepfather, Durgesh, is an attractive Hindu man and he’s a fabulous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. Everyone knows it now.”

“That’s more than enough information. It’s not about that, Ammījān. It’s just so unnatural.”

“I think it’s perfectly natural, given what you want and the position you’re in.”

“You’ve got a screw loose.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it, Jāhnavī Dīxit. I mean it. You and your foolish Brāhmañ morals! Promise me, or I won’t drop it and if you think you’re squirming now, I’m telling you, I’m just getting warmed up.”

“Okay, okay! I promise I’ll think about it, but I’m sure I’ll just keep thinking you’re crazy. I have never heard such a crazy idea.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit only told her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, that to placate her.

She had no intention of even considering sleeping with her stepfather, Durgesh.

The very idea gave her chills and put her off for days.

She did everything she could not to think about anything at all remotely sexual.

Throwing herself into her work, she tried avoiding any thoughts of even having a baby, but that all changed when one her of oldest friends, who’d been married the summer before, called and said she was pregnant.

Jāhnavī Dīxit did everything she good to sound enthusiastic as she congratulated her friend, but inside her, her heart was breaking.

She was one of the last of her circle of friends to be childless.

Unable to deny herself any longer she spent days scouring the internet trying to find some way she could finance having a child on her own, but the options were not great.

Selling her eggs seemed counterproductive.

She briefly considered selling herself, knowing a high end call girl could make serious money.

She knew she wasn’t a supermodel, but Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was pretty.

She thought she could earn a pretty penny, but it wasn’t any more than a passing thought.

With no other options, she was forced to rethink her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s suggestion.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sat alone in her apartment and was through half a bottle of wine before she could seriously think about it.

Could she really do it?

She supposed she could, really all she had to do was lie back and think of Kuntī, Mādrī, Ambikā, Ambālikā.

They all had sex with Durgesh to get his son for them.

Draupadī had sex with Lord Kr’shñ always but was never married to him.

Instead, she was married with the Pāndavs.

Luckily, the woman did not have to be engaged.

But could her Pop do it?

Could he get it up for her?

She wanted to think no, but then a man was a man.

If they were alone in a dark room, naked in bed and he was touching her he probably would.

He could always fantasize about something else.

If he did have trouble, there was always the little blue pill.

By the time she reached the bottom of the wine bottle Jāhnavī Dīxit decided that not only could she do it, but that she should.

Conceiving a child in love was a beautiful thing.

Love is love, she thought, and there is no stronger love than that between a child and a parent.

And luckily, genetically, Pop was not really her father.

She picked up the phone a dozen times before she finally dialled her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, and even then she could barely get the words out.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, stayed silent and for a fearful Moment.

She was afraid she’d failed some kind of test.

The scant seconds seemed like hours as silence hung on the phone line.

“I have to say that I’m shocked after our last conversation,” her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, replied.

“Oh, God. You’ve changed your mind?”

“No, dear, it’s not that, calm down. I’m just happy that you want to accept the offer. You have to be flexible in life. Brāhmañs are not. To hell with them. I say even Musalmīn are more flexible now than Brāhmañs.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit thought this went beyond flexible.

This would bend anyone until they snapped.

“Durgesh and I have always been concerned that you’re too uptight. I think this will be a great experience for you.”

Her Ammī, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, had always been pretty free.

Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she smoked when she was a teen, which was one of the reasons she wasn’t exactly shocked when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, mentioned they’d done some swinging.

How she prepared Brahmdév Sharmā to allow Durgesh to fuck his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, while Brahmdév Sharmā got Sidrah Aħmad only in return?

Isn’t Sidrah Aħmad available to every Hindu without any swinging at all?

But Jāhnavī Dīxit did not think it made her uptight that she couldn’t just say yes to sleep with her stepfather, Durgesh.

Did he just say yes in a second? She didn’t really want to know.

“Did you say anything to Pop?”

“Actually, I did. I had faith you would come around and I wanted to give him time to think about it in case you did change your mind.”

“What did he say?”

“He wants to talk to you first, but he’s open to the idea. He loves you and he wants to help you.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit was starting to think her Ammī was seriously warped.

She could see where it had to be done, but how could they be so cool about it?

“I think it’s good that we talk about it. Is Pop around?”

“Why don’t you come around for dinner?”

“I would rather just talk to Pop now.” Jāhnavī Dīxit didn’t think she could do this face to face.

“Hold on, I’ll get him.”

“Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?” I asked when I came on the time.

My voice was deep and gruff.

It had always represented strength to her.

“I’m good.” She was suddenly shy.

“Are you really okay with this? I thought it was pretty out there when your Ammījān brought it up, but if it’s the only way to do this I’m willing to help. I know it’s strange honey, but just keep your mind on the goal. I promise everything will be okay.”

“I want to do it. Do you really want to? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to help you and that’s all there is to it. I think you’ll make a great Ammī and I can’t wait to dote on my grandchild.”

Except, she thought, my child will be your son, not grandson.

We talked for a few minutes more and then her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, came back on the phone.

She offered to take care of all the arrangements, which Jāhnavī Dīxit was more than happy to agree to.

It would be so much easier if she could just show up and do the deed.

She wanted it done sooner than later too, before she lost her nerve.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, told Jāhnavī Dīxit to figure out when she would be ovulating and then get back to her.

The rendezvous was set up for a weekend.

Jāhnavī Dīxit naïvely asked her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, why they were to take a weekend away and she gently pointed out that Jāhnavī Dīxit and her stepfather, Durgesh, should have sex as much as they could during that period to maximize the chance she would get pregnant.

She knew her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was right, but it gave her pause to think this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

A friend of her parents had a timeshare in the mountains and agreed to lend it to them for a weekend.

“Make sure you pack some sexy outfits, dear.”

“Ammījān!”

“All I’m saying this that there’s no reason you two shouldn’t enjoy this. And besides, it might help Durgesh.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit was thinking they would be in a pitch black room and she hoped I could be quick, but she agreed to her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s request.

When she packed for the weekend she actually let herself have some fun with it, pulling things out of her closet she hadn’t worn in quite some time.

As she readied herself for the weekend she pretended she was preparing for a secret encounter with a special lover, which was really the truth.

I picked her up after work on Friday and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was rigid as she returned my embrace.

I carried her luggage to the car and Jāhnavī Dīxit mostly kept her own counsel on the couple hour ride to the condo.

The timeshare was located in a resort with a golf course, indoor and outdoor pools, a nice restaurant and hiking trails.

It was a beautiful resort and she wished she was more relaxed.

It was good to be far enough away that no one would recognize us and Jāhnavī Dīxit as amused by the looks we drew as we walked through the lobby.

People were looking at her Pop like I was a grand young man.

I never looked more than thirty three now.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was twenty eight.

The perfect Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā couple.

Were we not?

The looks yet continued when we went down to dinner.

We both changed before going down to dinner, taking turns in the bathroom, which was off the bathroom.

I looked handsome in a chambray shirt with a jacket over it and jeans.

I was an attractive man, Jāhnavī Dīxit knew.

One of the reasons the Musalmān Beauties fell for me so much was my exclusive masculine handsomeness also.

She just never thought of me that way.

I wasn’t tall, just about average height, yet my hair was not even thinning now. I’d kept myself in decent shape and exuded a confident Hindu masculinity.

Any woman would be happy to be on my arm.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to look good for me, but didn’t want to go over the top.

It was so surreal picking an outfit her stepfather, Durgesh, would find sexy.

She settled on a short black skirt, a dark blue wrap blouse and heels, which almost boosted her to Pop’s height.

She wore her wavy auburn hair down and while she rarely wore make-up, she put on some blush and lip gloss.

I seemed to enjoy the looks we were drawing as we were shown to our table.

My arm was around her like we were on a date and I kissed her after holding out her chair.

Even our waiter raised his eyebrows when I reached across the table and took her hand, noting that I wore a wedding ring and she did not.

Great, Jāhnavī Dīxit thought.

They must all think I’m the little bit on the side.

“This is a great ego boost for me,” I said, as if reading her mind. “It’s fun to be the middle aged guy with the hot young girl on my arm.”

“Pop,” she replied, blushing. “People think I’m your mistress.”

“Good, let ’em think it. Let’s have fun with it. Come on, don’t look like you’re on your way to the electric chair.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit forced a smile as she ordered a bottle of wine.

We each had surf and turf after I insisted that this weekend was a celebration and we should spare no expense in making it memorable.

Jāhnavī Dīxit, however, had been hoping she would be able to forget it once it passed.

She did loosen up as I made sure her wineglass was never empty for long and she really was having a good time when we shared a molten chocolate dessert.

I spoon fed her and she playfully licked the messy chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

After dinner we left the restaurant hand in hand.

Back in the room I slipped off my jacket and put on some music while Jāhnavī Dīxit went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Her stomach flip flopped as she checked herself in the mirror.

God, she hadn’t even been this nervous when she lost her virginity to me.

Of course, that had just sort of happened.

It wasn’t all planned out like this.

Relax, she told herself.

You can do this.

Just go with the experience.

It’ll be good.

As she regarded herself in the mirror it occurred to her that she wanted me to enjoy this.

She could just lay back and let it happen, but it shouldn’t go that way.

I was doing this for her and she owed me a good time.

She pulled her blouse open a little further, to show off a touch of cleavage, and left the bathroom, determined to be a good lover.

She had to prove that only Musalmān Beauties are not the hottest girls on the globe, as I erroneously think.

“How are you feeling, honey?” I asked when she came into the small living room swaying her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks.

“I’m feeling really, really good,” she replied, melting into my Bachhalyā Hindu arms. “I want you to know how much I appreciate this. I know this means a lot.”

I brushed her hair back from her face.

“It’s my pleasure, no pun intended. I’ve always wanted you to have everything you want.”

“I know, Pop. I know.”

She closed her eyes and kissed me.

It was firm, but sweet and she opened her mouth, flicking her tongue forward.

It was a good, romantic kiss and she focused on that, not who she was kissing.

My arms felt good around her and when my tongue pushed into her Brāhmañ mouth Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked on it hungrily.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d always been a sucker for a good kisser and I was very good.

It was surprisingly easy to give over to our kiss.

Jāhnavī Dīxit slipped out of my arms and took my hand, leading me toward the bedroom.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d left the lights out, but enough light came in from the living room for us to see each other clearly.

Standing there at the foot on the big, queen-sized bed her nerve faltered, but I took right up where she left off.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her.

Her arms went around me and I untied her blouse at the waist and pulled it open.

Slipping my hands inside, I cupped both her breasts and massaged them through her lacy black bra.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had put a lot of thought into her lingerie for the evening.

She realized it was important to look good, but she didn’t want to appear too eager or slutty by wearing something too racy.

For our first night together she just went for a lacy black bra and panty set, which Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she looked good it.

The demi cups sort of presented her perky Brāhmañ breasts, which she thought were one of her best features.

They were a just bit larger than a handful and still nice and firm.

Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was slightly bigger than her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, and she wondered if I noticed.

I lifted her and laid her back onto the bed.

I shed my shirt while Jāhnavī Dīxit looked up at me with guarded anticipation.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s heart was hammering and she realized for the first time that she was damp.

She was excited by kissing me and she couldn’t help being a little ashamed.

I shed my pants and then crawled onto the bed beside her in my boxers.

I stroked her hair tenderly and resumed kissing her.

It was strange to explore my body with her hands.

My chest was sparsely covered with graying hair and although I was a hard bodied young man, I was very sexy and masculine.

With her eyes closed she was taken away by our kiss and she could almost forget who she was with.

I was doing my part to distract her by letting my hands freely roam her young adult female Brāhmañ body.

I massaged her breasts, making her swoon, and lightly caressed her belly before moving back again.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s nipples were thick pebbles, poking right through her bra.

I flicked them with my thumb, making her moan into our kiss.

She really loved it when a man who knew what he was doing played with her breasts and I definitely knew what I was doing.

“Mmm, that feels so nice,” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned softly when I kissed her neck.

I was caressing the back of her thigh and slowly slipped my hand up under her skirt until I was massaging her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass.

There was just something about my hands.

My every touch was so exciting.

I was kissing my way across her shoulders and then down her chest and she reached back and unhooked her bra.

There was only a Moment’s hesitation before she pulled it away and exposed herself to me.

“You’re so beautiful, Jāhnavī Dīxit,” I said, glancing up to meet her extremely beautiful cooling Brāhmañ eyes just before I flicked a thick nipple with the tip of my tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat and Jāhnavī Dīxit shivered.

I circled her nipple over and over and it hardened so much it ached.

God, she didn’t know if she could stand all this teasing.

I kept teasing her like that until she couldn’t help herself.

She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face into her chest.

I kissed her nipple hard, grazing it with my teeth, and attacked it with my tongue.

Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out and gripped me tightly.

While she was distracted by the pleasure pulsing from her breasts, I slid my hand around and cupped her Brāhmañ mound through her panties.

I squeezed, pressing my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  between her labial Brāhmañ lips and sliding it back and forth.

She was throbbing down there and whimpered when I touched her.

It was just the right combination of firmness and gentleness to lift her to the heights of ecstasy.

I shifted, lying partially atop her and we kissed again, tongues battling fiercely.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my stiff Bachhalyā Hindu Lund lying hotly along her thigh, even through my boxers and barely resisted the urge to grab it.

Jāhnavī Dīxit still feared appearing too eager and was happy to let me take the lead.

While we kissed I still rubbed her young Brāhmañ Choot and she was pushing at my hand, wishing her panties weren’t in the way.

“Wait … you don’t have to …” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned as I started kissing my way down her young adult female Brāhmañ body once again, this time passing her breasts after a few quick nibbles on us.

“I want to, kiddo,” I replied.

I continued my way down her young adult female Brāhmañ body, pushing her skirt up and out of my way.

I kissed her smooth Brāhmañ thighs as I pried them open and rolled her panties down her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks.

It just seemed wrong.

Laying back and letting me stick it in was one thing, but this was beyond sex by necessity.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt guilty for enjoying herself, but not guilty enough to stop me.

I already made her feel so good she couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next.

My extremely hard Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  brushed her swollen Brāhmañ labial lips and she quivered, spreading wider open.

I planted strong Bachhalyā kisses up and down her Brāhmañ mound before snaking my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  between her lips and pushing it more and more deeply.

I reached her quivering Brāhmañ clit and each contact of my strong Bachhalyā Lund  sent shivers of excitement through Jāhnavī Dīxit.

She grabbed a handful of sheets and cried out, closing her smooth Brāhmañ thighs around my Bachhalyā waist.

I kept digging at her quivering Brāhmañ clit and then penetrated it while pushing it into her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

She gripped my Bachhalyā Lund inside her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot and I penetrated as I made love to her young Brāhmañ Choot.

Her Brāhmañ legs opened and closed, like she couldn’t make up her mind what to do.

Jāhnavī Dīxit tossed her head back and forth, scattering her hair over her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ face.

Something about the way I timed my Bachhalyā Lund  and kissing  quickly pushed Jāhnavī Dīxit to the heights of ecstasy and Jāhnavī Dīxit twisted her entire Dīxit Brāhmañ body from side to side, trapping my Bachhalyā Lund  between her smooth Brāhmañ thighs  yet again, as she climaxed.

Loud sobs racked from her throat as her entire being exploded.

I penetrated more and more between her legs, greeting on my entirely buried Bachhalyā Lund, the flow from her excited Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

While Jāhnavī Dīxit was still in her post-orgasmic stupor, I slid back on top of her, shedding my boxers.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my Bachhalyā Lund heavy between her Dīxit Brāhmañ legs and with one powerful thrust I entered her now finally.

She gasped. God, I felt big! Too long, and I was thick too!

Primed as Jāhnavī Dīxit was, I still stretched her wide open and it might have hurt if I hadn’t so expertly prepared her.

I kept my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund buried in her and she gyrated her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks, pushing back at me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d never been so filled and it felt amazing.

It was like every nerve ending inside her was being stimulated at once.

No wonder her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was such a happy woman!

Our gyrating together pressed right into her already sensitive clit, building her to a second orgasm instantly.

As Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out I began thrusting in and out of her.

I held myself over her and thrust into her over and over.

I started nice and slow, but as Jāhnavī Dīxit gripped my Bachhalyā Lund  more tightly with her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot I moved faster.

Soon the bed was squeaking beneath us and Jāhnavī Dīxit wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting passionately,

“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”

Jāhnavī Dīxit wasn’t a screamer, but Jāhnavī Dīxit was vocal in bed.

“Damn, kiddo! Damn you feel good Jāhnavī Dīxit!”

“Yes, Pop! Oh, yes! Oh … ohhhh … OHHHH POP!”

“Uhnnn … uhnnn … Jāaaahnavīiiiiiiiiiiiii..Dīīiiiiiiiiiiiiiiixit.”

“Pop..my love..my only man I loved ever..You are great…You are really great..Sulochanā was right.”

“Sulochanā?”

“Yes, my friend, Sulochanā Pāŧhak..you told me she fucks you while you sleep.”

“She is crazy, dear. I’m already sixty three. She is twenty eight only as you are.”

“No, Sulochanā Pāŧhak isn’t crazy. I was crazy. You are excellent Durgesh darling. How can any wise girl have another relationship with you except that you are her man and she is your woman? You are not made for another relationship with womankind. Ahhhhh. Excellent…Ahhhh.”

I fucked her wildly damn caring for the time passing continuously.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was urging me constantly to fuck her more and more.

Bachhalyā Piyā you are made for Jāhnavī Dīxit. To hell with our age difference..to hell with our another relationship except this we are enjoying with each other..”

We didn’t know for how long I fucked Jāhnavī Dīxit nonstop.

Ultimately I buried my face in her shoulder and was grunting loudly as I lost it, embedding my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as deep as I could while I unleashed my Bachhalyā load.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was locked around me tightly and kept working those muscles down below like Jāhnavī Dīxit was trying to drain every last drop from me.

Before my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deflated, Jāhnavī Dīxit came one more time from our grinding together, a slow orgasm that flowed over her like warm water.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sighed contentedly and kept wrapped around me, which also kept my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund trapped inside her.

“That was amazing, Pop. Wow,” Jāhnavī Dīxit cooed. Caught in the afterglow, thoughts of how taboo our act was were pushed from her mind.

“Maybe you should call me Durgesh when we’re doing this, Jāhnavī Dīxit,” I said, kissing her Dīxit Brāhmañ lips.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was thoughtful.

“I can try, but I don’t know, it would feel weird calling you by your first name.”

We looked at each other for a second and both burst out laughing at the absurdity of her statement.

Our laughter turned to affectionate kisses, which in turn led to passionate kissing.

Gradually, I stiffened inside her hot, moist young Brāhmañ Choot and we started moving together once more.

Jāhnavī Dīxit held onto to me while kissing frantically as I moved in and out of her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit let out a cry of surprise when I suddenly rolled us and Jāhnavī Dīxit was on top, with my Bachhalyā Lund still inside her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit moved tentatively at first, even though Jāhnavī Dīxit liked being on top almost as much as Jāhnavī Dīxit loved it from behind.

But as I filled her Jāhnavī Dīxit abandoned her fears of being too eager and started riding hard up and down on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund, her skirt flowing down to cover our joining.

I held her breasts in hands, massaging them and lightly twisting her nipples as Jāhnavī Dīxit rode me faster and faster. J

Jāhnavī Dīxit cried,

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

It was just so unbelievably good, like I was made to fit perfectly inside her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit exploded with another consuming orgasm, this time arching her back and curling her toes.

Jāhnavī Dīxit fell forward and into my Bachhalyā arms.

I laid her on my chest and then grabbed her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks, fucking her back and forth on my Bachhalyā Lund.

I grunted and Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out every time my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund slammed home, her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had no idea how long I used her young Brāhmañ Choot like that, but then Jāhnavī Dīxit felt me cumming inside her for a second time.

My second load added to my first and I held them both inside her with my unique legendary  Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund.

“God, I love you, Pop, more now I mean.” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned dreamily.

“I love you too, kiddo. More, I too mean.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit rode that fine line between true sleep and wakefulness.

It was like Jāhnavī Dīxit was wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket and Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to stay in that content place forever, but simply pleasant feelings began to rise to true pleasure and that pleasure had a definitive source.

Warm, sticky pleasure flowed from between her legs and as that pleasure intensified it pulled her from dreamland.

“Ahhh …” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned softly, eyes still closed. Jāhnavī Dīxit revelled in the humidity that rose from between her legs and she did not think at all about why Jāhnavī Dīxit felt so good or who was causing it.

It wasn’t until those questing fingers tweaked her quivering Brāhmañ clit that her mind came fully awake.

In an instant, everything came rushing back to her, where Jāhnavī Dīxit was, who Jāhnavī Dīxit was with and how intrinsically wrong it all was.

Just one night together couldn’t make her completely comfortable with that fact that Jāhnavī Dīxit was sleeping with the stepfather who’d practically raised her and that we were doing it specifically to impregnate her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d agreed to do it, but Jāhnavī Dīxit was not really okay with it, even after the incredible nonstop sex of the entire previous night.

And it really was incredible sex.

Jāhnavī Dīxit could have dwelt on all those conflicting thoughts and feelings all morning, but those fingers on her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot really were distracting.

“You’re awake,” I whimpered, my breath hot on her neck.

I kissed her there and Jāhnavī Dīxit settled back against me, feeling my thick hard-on nestle between her buttocks.

Jāhnavī Dīxit realized Jāhnavī Dīxit was still naked from the night before.

Jāhnavī Dīxit never slept in the nude.

Tilting her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks back for a better angle, I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund once more inside her and slowly moved it in and out while striking her g-spot.

I also kept pressure on her quivering Brāhmañ clit with my thumb.

It was so wonderful.

No man had ever touched her in quite that way before and Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t contain her whimpers of pleasure.

Jāhnavī Dīxit rubbed her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass back into my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and could hear how wet Jāhnavī Dīxit was as I kept working her with my Bachhalyā Lund.

I slipped my other arm around her and lightly caressed her breast, just barely pinching her puckered nipple.

Jāhnavī Dīxit reached back between us and found my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.

It filled her hand and Jāhnavī Dīxit worked it in time to my Bachhalyā Lund  pumping into her young Brāhmañ Choot and felt my sticky pre-cum leaking onto her warm skin.

“Oh God, Pop,” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned. “God, that is amazing.”

“I want to feel you cum, Jāhnavī Dīxit. Let it go, kiddo.”

“Ohhh Pop … Ohhh … God …”

It wasn’t like Jāhnavī Dīxit needed the encouragement.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was so close already and the feelings were so intense that Jāhnavī Dīxit climaxed within seconds.

Jāhnavī Dīxit tightened her grip on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund as everything inside her tightened up and Jāhnavī Dīxit squeezed her extremely beautiful cooling Brāhmañ eyes shut.

Even as her orgasm jolted through her, I kept rubbing her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot and Jāhnavī Dīxit thought Jāhnavī Dīxit might melt into a little puddle.

Jāhnavī Dīxit reluctantly pulled herself from my arms and turned to face me.

She pressed her young adult female Brāhmañ body to my Bachhalyā male body, feeling my shaft rubbing her slick lips, and kissed her hard, tongue thrusting.

I reached between us and tried to press my Bachhalyā Lund inside her, but Jāhnavī Dīxit stopped me.

I had selflessly made her climax twice now and Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to return the favor, even if it was counterproductive to the cause.

It felt so strange to just be taking pleasure from her stepfather, Durgesh, like this, or to think of giving it back.

We were supposed to be together to procreate, not to enjoy ourselves, even if her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, had encouraged us to have fun along the way.

“Let me take care of things,” Jāhnavī Dīxit whimpered and slid down my body.

Jāhnavī Dīxit lovingly kissed the tip of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and eased me onto my back.

I tasted strong and masculine and Jāhnavī Dīxit thought Jāhnavī Dīxit could taste a hint of our coupling from the night before.

I groaned and shifted on the bed, running my fingers through her thick, sleep tousled hair.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked me deeper and deeper and massaged my heavy Bachhalyā balls.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had to stretch her Brāhmañ mouth wide and focus on breathing because Jāhnavī Dīxit was not used to sucking off someone so large.

Jāhnavī Dīxit shuddered, thinking about how good that thick Bachhalyā Hindu Lund felt inside her.

It was tempting to climb up and mount me again, but Jāhnavī Dīxit kept her mind on the task at hand.

Jāhnavī Dīxit kept going until her nose was buried against my crotch and then Jāhnavī Dīxit really worked me with her hungry Brāhmañ mouth, sucking hard until Jāhnavī Dīxit had to come up for air.

“Damn, kiddo, you are so good at that. Your Brāhmañ mouth feels so good around my Bachhalyā Lund,” I grunted.

Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at me.

“That’s why Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples are so much praised in our entire history. We are made for each other, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

My compliments made her beam.

Jāhnavī Dīxit always thought Jāhnavī Dīxit’d been good at giving head, but it made her proud to hear my approval.

Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t help but wonder how Jāhnavī Dīxit compared to her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Did so many more years of experience make her better?

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt competitive.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to give me the best blow job I’d ever had, even better than her Ammī gave me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked hard and moved up and down my Bachhalyā shaft, slurping away and when it felt like her jaw would fall apart Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my fingers tighten in her hair.

I did not force her head down, but Jāhnavī Dīxit kept me in her Brāhmañ mouth, knowing I was about to erupt.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

When Jāhnavī Dīxit did not stop sucking me, I blasted away and my thick Bachhalyā load jetted into her Brāhmañ mouth.

After we’d done it two times the night before Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t believe I still had so much Vīrý in my balls.

Jāhnavī Dīxit swallowed and swallowed, but my Bachhalyā  cum still leaked from the corner of her brcmouth.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted me to know Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to taste me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit kept sucking and licking my head until Jāhnavī Dīxit’d drained me of every drop.

When I went flaccid somewhat, Jāhnavī Dīxit snuggled up into my Bachhalyā arms.

“Kiddo, that was pretty incredible, but you didn’t have to do that,” I said, and then shocked her by kissing her full on the mouth.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d never been kissed like that.

Jāhnavī Dīxit took it as a sign of my extreme love for her.

“I wanted to do it. I want to make you feel good, Pop. I want you to get something out of this weekend too.” Jāhnavī Dīxit realized Jāhnavī Dīxit meant it.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was finally accepting that this weekend was not just about knocking her up.

“Well, thank you. Feel free to do that whenever you want.”

I was rubbing her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass and Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my hand sliding lower.

Jāhnavī Dīxit thought I might want to go again, but Jāhnavī Dīxit really wanted to shower and clean up.

Jāhnavī Dīxit rolled away from me and said,

“Not right now. I need a long, hot shower, Bachhalyā Piyā. We’d continue after that. Please!”

“Okay Mérī Jān.” I smiled.

Chapter 12

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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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 10

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cannot be defeated now without Durgesh’s help.

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

And that man in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s life is Durgesh.

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

She was one of Durgesh’s those countless Musalmān stepdaughters who never accepted Durgesh their stepfather.

They wanted Durgesh as their own Hindu lover despite the fact that their own Ammīs were Durgesh’s Live in Relationship Partners.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has forgotten the fact that Durgesh was not her exclusive property.

Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh as her lifelong Hindu lover if she wanted to.

Durgesh was the man who was never accepted as any woman’s stepson, stepbrother or stepfather.

No woman was crazy enough to accept such a platonic relationship with Durgesh ever.

In countless cases Durgesh has tried to be a platonic faithful stepson, stepbrother and stepfather to different countless Musalmān Beauties.

Yet, it was the cold and hard fact that Durgesh never succeeded in it.

No Musalmān Beauty, irrespective of her age difference or religious differences, was crazy enough to accept such platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Sooner or later either Durgesh had to surrender to her sexual needs or Durgesh was raped by her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

The more Durgesh tried to establish a platonic relationship with a woman, the more Durgesh was desired by her sexually.

There were so many Musalmān stepsisters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

There were so many Musalmān stepdaughters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

But it was proved ultimately that even they were not faithful to their ardent Musalmān husbands.

Sooner or later either they themselves seduced Durgesh to fuck them or they even went to the extent that they fucked Durgesh themselves.

Some of them even rapped Durgesh when Durgesh was adamant to keep his platonic relationship with them.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know even a single woman who had her platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Perhaps Durgesh’s own Ammī Ħuzūr was the only woman.

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found that it was not easy to make an appointment with Durgesh on even a matter of impotent business.

Durgesh’s appointment secretary was actually Durgesh’s feminist nudist lover, Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad replied, “Nowadays Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan handles these matters. I am a history now, my dear. Stop living in my glorious past.”

“Bājī,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained, “the great Kħadījah Muħammad can never be a history only, for Durgesh, ever. You are the woman Durgesh loved to marry with. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī is his wife only because Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī wanted it.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“Well, thank you. Nevertheless I’m not lucky enough to be Durgesh’s wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is. It’s a fact. And I have accepted it.”

“Bājī, I can’t get appointment from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to see Durgesh.”

“Why?”

“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is never against any Musalmān Beauty. Her friends say she is Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself.”

“Nonsense, Bājī. don’t tell me you also believe it.”*

It felt strange going back to the beginning after everything that’s happened since.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a different person now than Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was back then.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

She remembered really thinking that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah loved Al Fātimah Al Zohrah.

told her so!

I was Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first real boyfriend.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 18 years old, a senior in University, but Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was ready to believe anything.

I looked deep into Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes and told Al Fātimah Al Zohrah that I would never leave her.

She sighed wistfully and thought Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was in Heaven.

Little did she know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged her or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to see how far Ålī ibn Abī Tālib would go for her first?

And lo and behold, the spineless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī cut Musalmān nūnī   didn’t even try to fuck her once she put on the slightest hard-to-get act.

To be honest, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not sure if Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would have let him or not.

However Ålī ibn Abī Tālib wouldn’t have been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’d let one of the neighboring Hindus, me, up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse her for a few weeks.

But Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still a real prick-tease when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was with me.

Now that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah thinks of it, though, she probably would have at least given me a hand-job if I had only asked for it.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 5’8″, 120 lbs., and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was already 18 years old she know for a fact that she looked quite young for Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s age.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah also knew that she’d certainly turned some heads.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

Most Hindus  would do Al Fātimah Al Zohrah without a second thought.

They liked Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.

And Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had what she called ” Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blowjob lips”—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick Al Fātimah Al Zohrah often wore.

In University one would have thought of Al Fātimah Al Zohrah as the “all-Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl”.

No one—no one—would have thought that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would become the University Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Sex goddess.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah used to wear long—long—skirts.

Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty back then, don’t get her wrong.

This isn’t some “She’s So Fine” ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story.

No, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was hot even with all that extra clothing on.

But things certainly got a bit more interesting when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to show Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s self off a bit.

The week after Ålī ibn Abī Tālib broke up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was miserable.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week Al Fātimah Al Zohrah just felt depressed.

By Friday the depression had begun to fade and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was just feeling angry.

Who the hell did he think Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was?

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wouldn’t shove his cut Musalmān nūnī  in Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was no good?

Fuck him!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up.

The Friday after he had broken up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah she stayed late at University, working in the library on a paper.

Outside, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could hear the debate team doing squats, but inside the University was almost completely deserted.

By 5:00, when the library finally kicked her out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah went to Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker, on the second floor, across from the boys’ locker room.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so she knew that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not the last one in the University.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah opened Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker and slowly began putting her books away.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mind was still racing and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still fuming at the way Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had been treated earlier in the week.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was thinking about the way in which Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would really show Ålī ibn Abī Tālib how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah with a perfect chance.

All of the sudden Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room.

The door slammed open and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a loud “thwack!” split the air.

Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Durgesh crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind me.

I was a nice guy.

The University had invited me to deliver some lectures on perfect scientific life today.

I had been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s lab instructor in Chemistry class the previous semester.

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

I was a Pure Mathematics-Applied Mathematics-Physics student even in my graduation.

Yet, I was requested to instruct them in Chemistry too with the help of their lady Chemistry Professor.

There was a rumor that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had her clandestine sexual relations with me, to the extent that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had even cuckolded her otherwise very respected husband, Professor Åbdul Raħmān Hāshmī.

“Nonsense,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had scolded her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, “Shame on you. Durgesh is your Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner. Isn’t he?”

“So what? He can’t fuck our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, too, as he fucks my Ammī?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chuckled.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

She couldn’t imagine a girl talking of her own real Ammī in such a sexy manner.

“Watch your language, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” At length, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah said ultimately.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

“Try to say anything about your Ammī in somewhat more descent words.”

“Sālī, every woman fucks a man.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed, “That’s how we come into this world. My Ammī fucked my Abbū and gave birth to me. Similarly your Ammī fucked your Abbū and gave birth to you.”

“And our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fucked Durgesh and gave birth to Shubhésh?”

“Tell me another reason why she named her son Shubhésh? Isn’t Shubhésh a Hindu name?”

“You want to say Shubhésh is our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s son from Durgesh?”

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

The raspy Hindu male voice on the other end told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting used to the prank calls by this time since they had been happening for at least a month or longer.

Nothing ever came of it.

Some nights Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get the calls.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, wasn’t concerned either.

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

Unfortunately neither of them knew at the time how wrong they were.

Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah about his upcoming business trip Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged him to either take her with him or not to go at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. “You are going to be fine.”

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

“It’s just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this? Allah, yā Allah! My God, woman, you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just wished she could be as calm about it as he was.

A few days later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad once again to take her with him as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah helped him pack.

“We’ve been over this!!” Muħammad shouted at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.” Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman.”

Quietly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah left the bedroom and let him finish packing.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t shake the fear growing inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was angry at herself for feeling this way and angry at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, for not giving a damn.

That night they went to bed both of them their own sides and neither of them was touching the other one.

But that seemed to be the way it went for them anymore.

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened her eyes to watch as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband dressed.

Even if they were having problems Kħadījah Al Tāhirah still found him very unconcerned.

“Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?”

“Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way.”

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

‘Sad that after only two years of marriage they were at this point.’

Maybe when he gets back they can go to marriage counselling.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said to herself as she fell back asleep.

Waking up later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get a kiss before he left.

“Oh well maybe he’ll miss me and when he gets home we’ll have a great night of sex.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said with a laugh to the empty house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood.

It was daylight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah doubted if anyone could see inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

At first they were just the same old calls as before.

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.

“Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don’t you just go to hell!!!!!”

“Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up again and stared at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the receiver.

“Leave me ALONE!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah yelled.

“We can’t now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, KĦADĪJAH AL TĀHIRAH, JĀNUM! We know you are home all by yourself.” He laughed into the phone,” And we’ve loved the show you’ve been putting on all day for us, you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut!!”
Panicked now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ripped the phone from the wall.

Shaking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah walked to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom and it was then that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom window was opened.

She knew Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t open it because Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was running the A/C.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought about getting out of the house right then, but quickly realized Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was still naked and ran to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s closet for some clothes.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah should’ve just run outside nude, because when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the closet door Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a hard blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s head then nothing…..

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The voice called to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

She tried to move her arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet.

“Please just let me go.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged.

“Not until we’re done with you.”

At the mention of the word WE’RE Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to panic and pull against the rope.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked around Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom Kħadījah Al Tāhirah seen them.

There were six of them.

All of them seemed ready with their pants off and Uncut Hindu Cocks  in hand.

None of their Uncut Hindu Cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick.

She got even more afraid.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, was quite small.

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

They were going to kill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with their Uncut Hindu Pricks I kept thinking to herself.

“See we could’ve already had our fun with you. Only we wanted to wait until you were awake to be able to see, hear and feel what we are going to do to you. Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I assure you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, we won’t leave one hole untouched by our Uncut Hindu Cock. We are going to rape your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy first. When that begins to stretch out and get too filled with our Hindu cum, we are going to fuck your Musalmān asshole too. Ever had it in your asshole, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wouldn’t let Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fuck her there.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a Hindu boyfriend back in high school who tried it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

It hurt so bad Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying and told him to pull it out after only the head was inside.

So needless to say hearing them tell Kħadījah Al Tāhirah  they were going to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole and that there was nothing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could do to stop it this time.

It scared Kħadījah Al Tāhirah worse than them raping Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Don’t forget her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān mouth, Rāmmohan.” Someone from the group said.

“Never. I would never forget her beautiful, sexy Musalmān mouth. Before tonight is over, you will have six Uncut Hindu Cocks in every Musalmān hole you have at least once. But knowing my group, probably you would have them a lot more than once.”

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

He bent down and took one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples in his mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was ashamed to admit that if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah closed her eyes and imagined he was someone else it felt really good.

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

“You didn’t think this was going to be gentle, did you??” Rām Mohan laughed a vicious laugh as he started kneading Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s breasts hard and pinching the nipples even harder.

He took his Uncut Hindu Lund  and rubbed it on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s left tit leaving a trail of precum all over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipple.

“Yeah baby we are gonna have fun with you. A lot of fun.” Rām Mohan  then got up on the bed with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and positioned himself between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful bare Musalmān legs.

He felt Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Oh no we can’t have fun with a dry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Can we, Hindus??”

A chorus of “No’s” came from all the Hindus.

Rām Mohan started to open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips with his fingers and stared at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a smaller clit than most Musalmān Beauties  making it easy to spot.

Rām Mohan started to pinch and rub Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit as he worked the fingers of his other hand inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān slit.

Finding Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole he started to finger fuck her with first two fingers, then moved up to three.

The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s clit and finger fucking her was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wet.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the wetness seep out from between his fingers.

“That’s a good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.” Rām Mohan told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was horrified that he was able to make her wet!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Why every Hindu is such an expert in fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?

Rām Mohan repositioned himself back between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him starting to push inside her with his Uncut Hindu Lund head.

“You ready for some real major Hindu penetration, baby?”

“No please don’t do this.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s plea fell on deaf ears as Rām Mohan rammed his Uncut Hindu Lund to the hilt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was so much bigger than Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband; Muħammad’s that his Uncut Hindu Lund hurt!

Rām Mohan  pounded in and out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy several times.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was screaming so loud that one of his buddies had to cover Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

“Yeah Whore, how does this feel?? Either your husband is really small or he doesn’t fuck you very often because your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is tight as hell!”

The other Hindu men started stroking on their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

All of them were getting more turned on by the sight of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah spread on the bed with this Hindu man’s Uncut Hindu Lund ramming inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Please get out of me!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to beg but with the hand over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth it just sounded mumbled.

“Shut her up, Muħammad.” Ram Mohan, who Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could tell was their leader, told the man who was covering Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched an evil smile spread across his face as he straddled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s chest.

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

He was also named Muħammad, as her Musalmān husband was.

“Here, Bitch.” Muħammad held his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s now firmly closed mouth.

A strong punch to the side of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face made her cry out in pain and Muħammad used that opportunity to slide his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never had two Uncut Hindu Lunds inside her simultaneously.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel like a cheap Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.

Muħammad continued to rape Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face with Shiv Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund as Muħammad raped Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a vengeance.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was having trouble breathing between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s grunts and the Uncut Hindu Lund that was now wedged deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s throat.

After a time of them tag teaming her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel Rām Mohan’s balls tighten as they hit Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

Since Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad was Musalmān  he didn’t believe in birth control and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to beg him not to cum inside her.

But with the huge Uncut Hindu Lund  inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth, it just sounded like more grunts.

After a few more strokes Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Rām Mohan’s Hindu seed pouring into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s battered extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

Not long after his Uncut Hindu Lund shrank up and fell out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Shiv Shankar started filling Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth with his Hindu cum too.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had no choice but to shallow his Hindu spunk since his Uncut Hindu Lund was still deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

It was either swallow it or choke.

“Nice ride baby.” Rām Mohan was saying to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah as he wiped his Uncut Hindu Lund on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole and squeezing his penis so that the last bit of his Hindu cum was lubricating the Musalmān hole.

Then Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw three more of his Hindu men advanced towards the bed.

One of them, Prabhu Dayāl, untied Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet and turned her over.

“Up on all fours, Bitch.” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hesitated and was rewarded with another blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face from the man standing closest to her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lifted her lower body up as far as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could since there were still roped tying down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands.

But that was soon to be corrected.

Once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands were free from one of the ropes, one man got under Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body and lined his Uncut Hindu Lund up with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole.

With one hard upward thrust Prabhu Dayāl was inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She grunted as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt Prabhu Dayāl’s big Uncut Hindu Lund fill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Then Harihar Sharmā got in front of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Once again Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was filled both in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Shiv Shankar rubbing something on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to move away as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt his Uncut Hindu Lund tearing open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

The burning pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān ass obliterated the pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and throat.

At once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew this was the owner of the ten inch Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I gotta break you in, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum. How do you like being fucked like the bitch you are?” Shiv Shankar laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s controlled her nose also from beginning to run as it always did whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cried making it even harder to breathe.

It was a sheer foolishness to accept before these sex obsessed Hindus that she was being humiliated and disgraced.

Let them understand they were actually serving her, instead of humiliating her.

Let the six rascals understand Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is enjoying their Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān holes.

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

Her noncooperation with them can’t change the facts even a bit.

The fact is now Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is not a One Man Woman anymore.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā , Rām Mohan, Prabhu Dayāl, Harihar Sharmā, Niranjan Pandit and Nārāyañ Tripāŧhī are now her new Hindu lovers.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is now their woman whether she liked it or not.

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never agreed with the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

He has put his five men in Shiv Senā and BJP.

She knew it very well.

So, these are the five men Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā has in Shiv Senā and BJP?

Why not adopt the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now?*

Before long Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body was covered in sweat and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was making sounds Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never made before.

“Yeah that’s right Cum Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, take this big Uncut Hindu Lund deep in your lovely Musalmān asshole.” Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him deep deep in her bowels.

The burning intense pain almost made her pass out again, but the man whose Uncut Hindu Lund was in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth slapped her across Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face.

“None of that now, baby. I need this Uncut Hindu Lund sucked….Dry!!” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

Finally the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy started to cum and watching this the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth soon followed.

But the strong Hindu Congressman, Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā  in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s constantly quivering Musalmān asshole, still continued with his savage Hindu thrusts in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bowels.

He finally, after another ten hours at least, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ten long hours? Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t believe herself she was being fucked now for ten hours continuously nonstop by these Hindu scoundrels.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā filled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole with his sticky Hindu cum.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sighed a relief when he was finally out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole completely.

Throughout the rest of the night and most of the early morning hours too, not one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān holes was that wasn’t filled by an Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu cum flowing out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy like a sink faucet and even Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s distended and open Musalmān asshole couldn’t hold the Hindu cum in, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt it continuously flowing down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs.

The Hindu men took pictures and even made a movie of her while after all this torment Kħadījah Al Tāhirah actually had an orgasm.

They threatened to show them to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ever said anything.

They don’t have to worry Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never would.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never could after Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cummed for these savage Hindu men as many times as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could.

After this experience, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew now that she was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, for these six powerful Hindus.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah belong to these Hindu men that visit her regularly now when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, is out of town or even sometimes while he’s at work.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah can’t even honestly call it rape anymore.

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

She is also now somewhat a Sidrah Aħmad an Al Fātimah Al Wahāb actually.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

To make it worse as if it could get worse, now whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fucks her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah have to closes her eyes and pretends she is being gang raped by the group of Hindu men who still visits her often.

And only then can Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cum for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad.

Not without it.*

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was on the debate team, but was not a mindless athlete.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty smart, actually, and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was somewhat popular I didn’t let it get to my head.

The moment I saw her, I fumbled into the hallway, gave a cute little smile, and promptly dropped my towel.

Well!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled about the incredible situation Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had just been placed in.

Here Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was, newly single, and one of the hottest guys in the University stood before her, naked as the day Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was born.

I winked at her softly before Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes travelled from my, down the length of my torso before they came to rest on the long, thick Hindu mass that was erect now between my legs.

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah whimpered softly. “You’re erect like a rhinoceros.” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded as how she really felt—in total awe.

I stared back in self pride for a few seconds, before my face erupted into an enormous grin.

“Yo, Shankar!” I called over my shoulder. “Come out here and look what I got us!”

My words sent a shiver through Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s spine.

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah didn’t know Shankar, the leaner boy who appeared behind me with the twisted-up towel swung over my shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on my body.

But he looked familiar; Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was sure Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had seen him around somewhere.

His short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to my hair.

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah  my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t stop staring at it, and I caught it on pretty fast.

“Whatcha doing here so late, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah?” I asked, establishing eye contact with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah. I started to walk forward. “A girl could get into a lot of trouble alone here.”

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

“Oh I know,” she said, feigning innocence. “I hadn’t been the smartest tonight. Why, do you think there might be some

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

When they gangbanged her first, Nāzimah Yåqūb had sucked Mahéshvar most.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was the tastiest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth than the Uncut Hindu Lund of Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā both.

Nāzimah Yåqūb had smiled at both Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā when they complained.

“What do you want to say? I prefer Mahéshvar Bachhalyā more on both of you?”

“Isn’t it a fact?” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý was concerned now somewhat.

Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý,” Brahmdév Sharmā said to him curtly, “Mahéshvar is a Bachhalyā. Don’t forget Musalmān Beauties were always after Bachhalyās. The entire human history stands to evidence for it.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

His Bachhalyā Uncut Hindu Lund was standing perpendicular and Nāzimah Yåqūb was enjoying it very much going constantly up and down on it.

“Jealous of Mahéshvar Bachhalyā, my dears?” she smiled patronizingly at Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā.

Nāzimah Yåqūb,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý smiled too, “You are forgetting the fact that Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is actually married to Brahmdév Sharmā’s sisters, Vipr Mohinī Sharmā, Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā.”

“All the three of them?” Nāzimah Yåqūb watched them with a smirk on her extremely beautiful face.

“Well,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý adjusted his body in a different manner on the sofa chair, “Vipr Mohinī Sharmā is actually Mahéshvar Bachhalyā’s duly married wife. But both Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā are also his Live in Relationship Partners. You know it very well.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

“I know everything of you all very well, Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā. Brahmdév Sharmā, your wife, Jāhnavī Dīxit has also fucked Mahéshvar Bachhalyā. Hasn’t she?”

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

“How dare you?” Brahmdév Sharmā thundered at his wife, “You want me to cuckold to Durgesh?”

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

“If you don’t bring Durgesh to me, I would fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.”

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is your nandoī.” Brahmdév Sharmā gritted his teeth.

“Lord Vishñu were also Vr’ndā’s and Tulsī’s nandoī.” Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at her Brāhmañ husband, “yet, he fucked both Vr’ndā and Tulsī. Didn’t he?”

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, am I not enough for you?”

“You Brāhmañs lack manly vigor for us Brahmkanyās. Only Bachhalyās can provide us that.”

“You are crazy.”

“I want to suck you, Brahmdév Sharmā.” Jāhnavī Dīxit told her Brāhmañ husband bluntly, “would you allow me?”

“Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Brahmdév Sharmā shouted, “Sālī, you are a Brahmkanyā. Never forget it.”

“How foolish and stupid you Brāhmañs are, my dear Brāhmañ husband.” Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed ironically, “You allow Musalmān Beauties to suck you, but not your own Brāhmañ wives. You Brāhmañs are also sick of your religion as the Musalmīn are.”

“Shut up! You bitch.”

“Bring Durgesh for me. Otherwise I’d fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.” Jāhnavī Dīxit had threatened Brahmdév Sharmā.*

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

“Hello everybody, Nāzimah, some Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wants to see you.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

“I know so many Kħadījah Al Tāhirahs.  I don’t know who this one is out of them.”*

Chapter 11

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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



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 9

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 9

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan

My palms were holding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  still now.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I love the way your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezes around my Uncut Hindu Lund , so tight and grasping.”

“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Durgesh, I need you legally too.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I received a call from my elder sister, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when I was with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram.”

“Oh,”

“I need your legal guidance and help.”

I smiled,

“I’m at your service, my darling.”

“You know Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.”

“Yes, I know that.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was making me push back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah more and more, trying to get it inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I chuckled again.

“What’s the matter Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in frustration, whimpering in need.

“Tell me what you want honey?” I smiled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her face flush in embarrassment.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about telling me that she wanted me to fuck her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She wanted me to fuck it hard with my Uncut Hindu Lund, after I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She controlled herself and shifted her mind to her legal problem once again,

“We started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops before Ruqayyah Bājī were married.”

“I know that too.” I smiled, “You each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares that you both gave to Nafīsah Salmān to qualify her so there’d be three on the board of directors.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“You do remember?”

“Only because your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, wanted me to be the third director instead of Nafīsah Salmān.”

“That was very brilliant of Abbū. We couldn’t understand it then. We―” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused to watch my reaction, “we suspected that it was your strategy to fuck both of us sisters.”

I didn’t comment, only smiled empathetically.

“When we offered the third directorship to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, we didn’t know we were buying the enmity of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“She is crazy.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, so much that she thinks everyone who has friendly relationships with Nafīsah Salmān, is ineludibly her enemy.”

“The problem is, Durgesh darling, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a big competitor. She controls the bulk of the retail flower business where we have our Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. I’ve always liked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She’s rather naïve in some respects. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has learned too much from you in last three years. You’re a multi zillionaire and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is also a zillionaire now.  She is herself a shrewd business woman, hard boiled, immensely tactful and with a great deal of native ability.”

“You are right, but where does she come into picture?” I asked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

I didn’t tell her that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was herself in need of me.

At night, after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram had gone, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come here.*

The coupe purred up the winding highway.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan’s dark eyes, usually so expressive, were now held in a hard focus of intense concentration as she guided the car around the curves.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty five.

But her sister Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan used to say:

“Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan never looks her age. She either looks five years younger or three years older.”

At her side, I held the door handle.

It was so that swaying around the curves wouldn’t swing my weight over against my left elbow.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had told me,

“It’ll be stiff for a while but it wouldn’t hurt. Try and work that stiffness out. Keep from jarring it as much as you can.”

A few hundred feet below the car, jumping from foam flecked rocks to dark, cool pools, a mountain stream churned over boulders, laughed back the sunlight in sparkling reflections, filled the canyon, the valley, with the sound of tumbling water.

The road crossed the mountain torrent on a suspension bridge.

It started a slanting climb up the other side of the canyon.

It mounted at length to a pine-clad plateau, highland.

“Tired?” I smiled at Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“Hey― certainly not. Never with you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! A little worried, that’s all.”

Off to the left, the southern Ved Nagar sunlight turned the towering granite mountains into a dazzling brilliance.

It made the shadows below seem as blotches of ink.

The road wound along a plateau, a highland region.

The pine trees oozed there scent into the warm dry air.

Far off to the right, the heat haze that enveloped the lowlands looked like molten brass whipped up to a creamy consistency and poured into the valley.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan negotiated a sharp turn.

She concentrated on the road entirely.

Then, on a brief straightaway, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a glance,

“I think you are tired instead. Almost your first day here and I drag you up here to Ammī’s cabin. Moreover, you had your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club too.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted. I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled vividly.

“Yet, I’m not tired, believe me.” I smiled too, “I’d just forgotten about this place.”

“Never say it when Ammī is present.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “she always talk proudly how she spent the most precious moments of her life with you in this cabin.”

“It was a long time ago, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan. I’m getting reacquainted with the places.”

“Didn’t your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club tire you?”

“Not me,” I laughed, “never. Maybe it tired the audience instead.”

“Nonsense. That’s not true. And you know me better that I can never mean it that way.”

“It’s all right, darling.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They wanted to feed me what the antiHindu media had fed them.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.

“And what’s that?”

“The sold out, ever untrue, antiHindu media has tried its best to impress that Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, is the real hero of these assembly elections in Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur.”

“He isn’t?”

“What do you yourself think? Is he?”

“No.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan accepted, “I think actually B. C. Khanduri is the Man of these Assembly Elections in five states.”

“You too think it?” I smiled, “Why?”

“Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, has used an already prepared background, prepared by his father Mulayam Singh Yadav. B. C. Khanduri couldn’t do it. His former chief minister of Uttarakhand had prepared a land of thorns for B. C. Khanduri. He was deputed to Uttarakhand to convert entire negative done by his former colleague, into positive.”

I watched Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan sophisticatedly.

“Keep it on. You are doing very good, I think.”

“Thank you. B. C. Khanduri didn’t have as much time as it was needed. Yet he succeeded in winning 31 seats against Indian National Congress’s 32.”

“Yes. I think your analysis is quite correct. If B. C. Khanduri had had optimum time, he would have certainly brought BJP into power once more, consecutively in Uttarakhand too.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan suddenly changed the subject.

Durgesh, are you going to help Ammī?”

“She has requested me to drop in and help her managing my affairs to make it at my earliest.”

“She needs you very much, Durgesh. She needs someone she can trust― not like― oh well.”

“Muħammad Qāsim, eh? Didn’t that turn out all right, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Let’s not talk about it.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan said jadedly, “No. It didn’t turn out all right, definitely. But Muħammad Qāsim was Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan’s own choice. I’d rather not discuss it.”

I watched her keenly.

“I won’t tell Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan that you discussed her husband Muħammad Qāsim with me.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan raised her eyebrows.

Durgesh, my sisters haven’t proved prudent enough to take care of themselves. Ammī is worried of their welfare. How the three of us tried to stop Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan not to marry Muħammad Qāsim. But she charged us that we want her to join your bed.”

“Let’s not talk of the past now.”

“Why not? Isn’t the actual problem there in their past? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had married Muħammad Ůsmān. What Muħammad Ůsmān has done? Is he anyway better than Muħammad Qāsim?”

“Neither Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah nor her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, is your problem.”

“The hell he isn’t.”

“What do you mean?”*

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was there when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seated at her desk.

It was the glass-enclosed office of the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah selected a blue crayon of exactly the right shade.

Clever at sketching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah used crayons to help her visualize just how flower groupings would appear.

Now, with a rough sketch of Ħanīfah Åbbās dining room at her left, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was trying to get something.

Something that would go nicely with the excellent green candles Ħanīfah Åbbās intended to use for illumination.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tapped on the glass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her sketches to one side and nodded to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that she might come in.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

She honored Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s permission as she did everything else, without any outward indication of what her thoughts might be, without any change in her pace.

Extremely beautiful Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never gave any indication how dangerous she might be to the persons not supporting her views.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s one of the closest friends.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad movements.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never showed she was even more perilous than even a big boned man of hard muscles was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard the rumors that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually a Parahuman.

Most of her friends believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself and her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān was also a Parahuman Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrahrz.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at these senseless rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thirty three only.

Yet, she was the most scared of Musalmān Beauty today.

A no nonsense, no compromise, feminist nudist One Man Woman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

She hated the non-ardent Musalmīn to the extent that she preferred noble doer Hindus even on them, as Live in Relationship Partners, for entire Musalmān Beauties.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t have any faith in marriage institution at all.

She preferred Live in Relationship instead.

“Marriage institution was devised for the benefits of evil doer mankind only.” She used to say, “Why can’t every male be a noble doer?”

In last three years, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved miraculous wealth and a virtual monopoly in so many businesses.

Beside my HVSI, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also had her own countless organizations having herself the lifelong chairperson.

Especially, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a virtual monopoly on Ved Nagar’s retail flower business.

She went to great pains to fit into the role of a successful businesswoman.

Her suits were well tailored, and her nails were carefully manicured and polished.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always striking a note of incongruity.

“I always appreciate the women working late.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also smiled in response.

“I nearly always work late. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Reports on the payroll, income tax, estimates, and a hundred things. Anyhow, it’s only seven o’clock now.”

“You’ve been having it pretty hard since Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Bājī, has stopped helping you optimum. Haven’t you?”

“Oh, I’m getting along all right.”

“How is your Bājī?”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Yes.”

“Enjoying her married life with Muħammad Ůsmān a lot better.”

“Proving successfully thus that your Ammī and you were wrong?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan judiciously.

“Do you really believe it?”

“Nonsense. I know it was your formal answer. Actually, Muħammad Ůsmān has proved himself to be a nuisance.”

“He is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s headache.”

“You’ve three stores here at Ved Nagar. Haven’t you?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled courteously.

“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah observed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ingeniously.

She knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thoroughly familiar.

Not thoroughly familiar with the stores and their locations but generally with the amount of business they did too.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Well, I sort of thought it might be a good plan to invest a little money with you Muħammad Åbdullah sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some stock in your corporation.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled and shook her head.

“Thank you Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. But we are getting along all right. This is a very small very close corporation.”

“Perhaps it ain’t as close as you think it is.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan suggested significantly.

“Close enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I have all the stock between us.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes twinkled out at her from under equally beautiful eyebrows,

“Tut tut, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You’ll have to think again.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned for a moment, then laughed,

“Oh, that’s right. There’s a certificate of five shares that was given to your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when we incorporated. We needed three on the board of directors. That stock was just to qualify your Ammī as a director.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled a folded stock certificate from her purse,

“Well, it was really very difficult to have that stock transferred to my name. However, Nafīsah Salmān is my own Ammī. I know her more than any of you girls.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was dumbfounded.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to say,

“By hook or crook, whatsoever you think of me, I took over the stock. You can transfer this certificate on the books and issue me a new one on my own name. Will you please?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned the certificate over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands.

“Reckon you’ll find it all in order.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “endorsement all okay an’ everything.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put the stock certificate down on the desk.

She looked up at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan frankly.

“Look here, you anti Musalmīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bitch. I don’t believe that you are a Parahuman. I laugh at the rumors that you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. You can’t be ever. What’s common there between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and a feminist nudist Musalmān bitch like you? Nothing, I say. You are exactly opposite what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā was.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan only smiled ingeniously.

“I don’t like this.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “It isn’t fair. I don’t know just what you have in mind. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has herself brought it to show me to what extent you are trying to destroy us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced a newspaper to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She indicated an advertisement there:

‘You stockholders of the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar  invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your children, and your heirs.

What are you getting?

Aside from a stroke of pure luck, what has Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah done for you?

She says she is “pyramiding”.

She says she is “building”.

She says she is laying a “firm foundation”.

That’s not the way the most expert operators in the business, look at it.

These people say Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah is laying an egg.

You are entitled to a run for your money.

You’re entitled to action.

You want to make a profit now, next year, and the year after, not ten years or twenty years from now.

Mail your proxy to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage.

And, then, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in results, not promises.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in action, not idle planning; in decisions, not daydreaming; in performing, not hoping.’

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“What do you want to imply?”

“Nothing to imply.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “I am saying you expressly, not implying. You’re a competitor. We don’t want you snooping in our business. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī shouldn’t have transferred that stock. I suppose she couldn’t very well have helped herself under the circumstances. Yet I want you to know where we stand.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unflappably.

“I know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, business is business. You overlooked a bet on that stock, and I didn’t. I like you. I want you to like me. Yet anytime you make a business mistake an’ I can cash in on it, I’m to do it.”

“Aren’t you already a Live in Relationship Partner of a multi zillionaire? Aren’t you already a zillionaire yourself?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tersely.

“That’s not the matter. I believe in gaining more and more power for myself to promote my own values. I don’t want to be dependent on Durgesh even most of us Musalmān Beauties auspiciously do.”

“So you accept you aren’t a Parahuman? Aren’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“That I always leave on yourself to decide.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cleverly, “Neither your belief in me can strengthen me anymore nor your incredulity.”

“I’m trying to understand you.”

“You are most welcome. Millions of Musalmān Beauties are trying to understand me nowadays. I did it in only three years of my Live in Relationship with Durgesh. My Ammī couldn’t do it.”

“Your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, is a jewel of us Musalmān Beauties. You can’t even reach her moral height ever.”

“I never wanted to. Don’t worry. What I was telling you is that it’s business. You know we would work out a deal on the rest of that stock. You could stay on here. You can even manage it. I’d take fifty one percent and―”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised her hand to stop Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Let me complete my offer dearie. You could make just as much money as you’re doing now. Why aren’t you progressive? You have to lose nothing. You are instead having unlimited capital back of you for expansion. My zillion, Durgesh’s multi zillions. I’d make a good partner.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has already told me how good a partner you’ve proved for her.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been a disruptive influence in HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar ab initio. Finally, there had been a showdown before the board of directors. According to the Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, it was simply a stroke of luck that the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar had been right in the middle of the Turkey Ridge pool.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She didn’t contradict what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying in her Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s defense.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on.

“After that pool came in, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī could have declared big dividends, pushed up the value of the stock. Instead, she had chosen to put the money into other holdings potentially as big as the Turkey Ridge pool. You lost to convince the board of directors. Didn’t you?”

“Your Bājī, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, has succeeded in filling the board of directors with her own paid persons. That’s why I’m after Proxy battle. That’s the only way now to show those blind witted persons what I’m proposing to them.”

“I don’t believe you. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī doesn’t believe you. The board of directors of HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar doesn’t believe you.”

“Let me show them that the stockholders believe me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“That’s neither here nor there. No, thank you. We’re doing fine as it is.”

“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “All you three sisters, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, and you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah are worthless as far as the progress beyond limit is concerned. Anyway, will you please enter the stock transfer of those five shares?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched her deviously.

“What are you trying to do in my corporation?”

“Nothing.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed with a ingenuousness that was patiently assumed, “I promise you not to interfere with your work. I’ll be a silent partner. Okay? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! how difficult it is even to lead someone to her own progress. Go ahead and make a lot of money. Now that I have an interest, I like to see executives working late.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled and raised her extremely beautiful frame from the chair.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lumber down the aisle of the flower shop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really after.

She wanted NDA Government at the center too.

It was rumored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was also supporting Anna Hazare and his team in compelling UPA II government to resign.

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club were also supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s keen eyes, under those thirty three years old extremely beautiful ardent feminist nudist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyebrows, missed no detail.

She was worried that her sixteen extremely beautiful feminist nudist aunts, the sixteen sisters of her own father, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, were also equally ardent feminist nudists as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was confident that her aunts were with Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never believed it.

She was surer now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had her ardent supporters in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own household.

While Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have any strong supporter in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s household, neither in her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, nor in her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement.

For some minutes, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat in deep thought.

Then she put away her sketches.

She called her personal assistant, Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Close up at nine thirty, Umm Kulsūm. I won’t be back.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!” Umm Kulsūm addressed her.

“Yes, Umm Kulsūm.”

“Why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is so after our family?”

“You are my elder sister.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her, “Yet don’t worry till your younger sister is in charge here.”

“Fātimah, you look worried to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is not a joke. However, I’d manage. You don’t worry Umm Kulsūm Bājī.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused for a moment to survey herself in the full-length mirror near the front of the store.

She was not herself less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Should she try to attract Durgesh’s attention herself?

Well, Durgesh was her aunts’ Live in Relationship Partner.

Yet, she hadn’t seen Durgesh for a long time.

Along with an extremely beautiful figure, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the experience acquired through seven years of building up a remunerative business.

The experience had made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah alert mentally and physically.

It had given her a certain aura of dynamic efficiency that kept her muscles hard, firm, and free of excess unnecessary flesh.

Only a worker could have had her alert efficiency and trim lines.*

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah watched her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, out of the door.

Her eyes were somewhat bitter.

Yet they were slightly contemplative too.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah represented dynamic youth.

She was two years elder to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

But she was more vivacious than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  was.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes  were the explosive forces of new wine.

Being even younger to Umm Kulsūm, Fātimah had the mature individuality of a vintage wine.

It was only natural for Umm Kulsūm that she possessed beauty, impatient of the “slow but sure” recipe for success.

Umm Kulsūm asked herself the question,

‘What’s Fātimah got that I haven’t?’

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah asked this question not as a query.

She asked it as a groping, as a probing, attempt to define personality.

Yet the matters philosophical were far removed from Umm Kulsūm’s mental environment.

She opened a drawer in the counter.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had slipped Umm Kulsūm a box of candy as she came in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t see what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given to her elder sister Umm Kulsūm.

She must have been more cautious of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and more vigilant of Umm Kulsūm.

She had under estimated the treacherous prowess of both the smart Musalmān Beauties.

She didn’t know it was a fatal mistake.

She didn’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too friendly with Umm Kulsūm that it was detrimental to their business.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah took out the box of candy and bit into a chocolate.*

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan remembered that insulated under the canopy of low clouds the damp breadth of the snowfall almost felt warm to Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan under the covers in bed with me.

Twenty or more inches of powdery fresh snow blanketed the New England woods around the cabin, and snowflakes still falling the muffled early morning stirred her awake.

Brimming with sleepy excitement, she delighted in the enchanting winter wonderland just outside the cabin window.

Surrounded by the profound stillness, her arms at her sides, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan just laid there perfectly still the first few moments.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the snow, being at the cabin, being in my bed I asleep next to her.

The Hindu man most of the extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties dream of ever was available to her.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was proud of it and why shouldn’t she be?

Her shoulder was warm against mine.

Her nineteenth birthday was just a week away.

It was one more factor for Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan to be proud of.

She had won me when I was sixty three and she was only due to be nineteen.

What an experienced, or rather sexperienced Hindu she had managed to get for her.

No wonder even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends were jealous of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan rolled her shoulders together her nipples and breasts humming, a warm buttery was tingling between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d just awakened to a dream.

She was whispering to me,

“Touch me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! nnnnggh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! feels so good, Mérī Jān. don’t stop Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, it feels so good,”

I was leaning over her.

Her nightie was pulled from her bare shoulders.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I was squeezing her puffy hot nipples.

Squeezing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, I smiled at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Squeeze them Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu  Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yy, yesss, squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan touched the damp heat of her throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  through her nightgown wanting more than anything for it to not be just a dream.

When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the sensations of my fingers, my warm Hindu palm on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts.

The tingling feeling was still deep in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized slipping under the blankets and waking me, sucking me into her warm wet extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth,

“Nnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want your Uncut Hindu Lund, in…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  mouth,”

Her tremendously attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was flooding wet to the thought, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You like it, when I suck you, don’t you Mérī Jān,”

Thrilling herself, my fingers in her hair, I was pulling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth to my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yesss, fuck my little Musalmān mouth. Cum in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān. Let your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl make you feel good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined both of us were moaning her taking me deep in her throat lavishing my Uncut Hindu Lund with her tongue, then 69’ing me kissing her creamy hot little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d go wild sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund as I kissed her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me whimpering growling half-awake how much I loved fucking her warm little mouth,

“Ohhh lil baby, yesss, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My fingers were pulling through her hair.

I was whimpering in our private little world.

How good she was, my lil baby.

Our secret, that she was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

my ashvinātam little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my little lover sucking my throbbing hot hard Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth under the covers where no one would see.

Dreamily sleepy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan raised her nightgown, above her silky thin panties, and lightly pressed her fingers into her wet little slit.

Gushing out a hot quivering breath, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand under the delicate waistband and almost came touching her smooth shaven creamy Musalmān wetness.

The feeling was extraordinary.

Her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis was lifting to her fluttering fingers, her breaths fluttering in tandem when her handsome Hindu lover woke and started to get up trying to be quiet to not wake her.

She pretended to still be asleep as I stood braving the stark cold room to start a fire.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan reached out to touch my shoulder to stop me but pulled her hand back as I moved beyond her reach.

Sliding her hand back under the covers, brushed her fingers through her creamy pink Musalmān slit.

Her tender little hips barely raising and lowering as she drew in a breath, picturing my bottom in her hands, her Hindu lover, her lover between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs spread for me, wrapped ankles wrapped around my calves.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined pulling me deeper into her, my huge thick Uncut Hindu Lund fucking hot and thick inside her,

“Nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yesss, fuck me, fuck your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was so urgent and aroused, she gushed into the blankets words that could make her cum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me looking into her like a wild animal, me leaning to squeeze her full firm breasts,

“Nnnghh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! my nipples Mérī Jān, squeeze them…for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” her swollen hot nipples, her aching hot nipples, me fucking my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  harder deeper faster stretching her open.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me growling,

“That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, fuck my Uncut Hindu Lund, lil baby, yessss take my Uncut Hindu Lund, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, let Durgesh darling, téré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties, make my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl cum, cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund, my sexy little lover extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her fingers were brushing faster over her swollen little clit,

“My little baby, so tight, so soft, mmmm, lil baby, that’s right, be my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Images of mine that I was squeezing her hot aching swollen breasts into my hot Hindu masculine palms; she was fucking her own Hindu lover, squeezing me inside her.

Little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pictured her Hindu lover in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, she sucking me again,

“You love my warm little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, don’t you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! the way I suck you, pulling on you like this, don’t you Mérī Jān? your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl is sucking you. the way I use my ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tongue, my warm little mouth,”

her favorite fantasy, was her looking up into my eyes, “her little mouth,” me deep in her throat, loving giving me such pleasure, “fucking your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s warm little mouth,” she quivered all over, wanting me to hold her firmly by her hair, me cumming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her sucking me so hard, pulling on me, swallowing all of my hot ashvinātam Hindu cum.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan replayed the image again and again, seeing herself milking my Uncut Hindu Lund, building, jacking my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she purred under her breath fantasizing the copious amounts of my Hindu cum, loving me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” making herself cum to the thought of me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking me, her little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   quivering hot, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting my Hindu seed,

“Cum into my mouth Mérī Jān, my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! wherever you want Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck my little mouth Mérī Jān, nggghh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my little mouth,” she whimpered so hotly under her breath her body shook into the blankets, so her Hindu lover couldn’t hear.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me so hard the look on my face, my gripping her by her hair, exploding in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Ohhhh little baby,” I’d groan, “yesss, swallow my cum, baby, suck me baby, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, swallow my cum baby, ohhh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, lil baby, such a good little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl for me, my…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan stared at my broad shoulders my wide back my bottom me so palpable under the loose flannel of my soft cottony pajamas.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved my Hindu strength, the way I moved; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan recalled her tracing my two tattoos with her finger, one on my bicep, the other on my shoulder, me telling her their symbolism, the importance of their meaning for me.

She watched me light the fire, and rolled over onto her stomach, on top of the heat where her Hindu lover had been laying, pressed her swollen aching breasts, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly, her throbbing ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mound into my warmth, my lingering Hindu scent filling her with desire, a safe, luxurious warmth.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined lying on top of me, then kissing, my tongue in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Kiss me lil baby,” I’d whimper, “ohhh little baby, you’re so hot, so sexy,” her humping her shiny slippery wet bare mound against mine hard aching Uncut Hindu Lund, “that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” her wriggling on top of her Hindu lover, “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’s…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  were involuntarily rocking against the warm linens.

Her fingers were slipping in and out of her wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she hissed under her breath imagining me inside her, stretching her open, her moaning out, “nnngghuh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck me, your — your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān,”

Both her arms were under her, both her hands, her fingers were strumming over her throbbing little clit, subtly, covertly pushing in and out of her soft creamy wet little cunny, hidden from her Hindu lover heightening the intensity of her arousal,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ohhhh Goddd Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” cumming on her fingers, her entire body was taut, shaking, trying to not moan out loud.

Thinking she was still asleep, her Hindu lover moved about the cabin unselfconsciously tending to the fire, thoughts of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan in the bedroom, my little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan making me unbearably hard.

I’d woken to her feminine scent the lovely smell of her hair, her warmth right next to me and made myself get up.

In those first few instants of being awake my Uncut Hindu Lund was already throbbing hot hard, my balls tingling and warm needing release.

Lying next to incredibly sexy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan  I’d fantasized how easily I could just pull her on top of me, raise her nightie, grip her tight big bottom in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, fuck my hugely hard Uncut Hindu Lund into Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, bury my raging hard Uncut Hindu Lund into my little baby’s warm little tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I imagined her soft little voice, what her moans would sound like,

“Nnn, fuck me Mérī Jān, your…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was aching throbbing hard,

“Nnngguhhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ohhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yeah, so big in me Mérī Jān, yeah, deeper, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! In me, Mérī Jān.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how many times had I fantasized her sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“yesss, fuck my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān, cum in my warm little Musalmān mouth, let me make you cum, Mérī Jān,” my hands in her hair, her sucking me off, “cummm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” me cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot sucking eager little mouth, her fingers wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, her cupping my balls as I exploded as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan swallowed all of me fucking me with her beautiful little mouth, the same breaths Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d read poetry aloud to me from, the same glimmering excitement in her eyes, the same warm glow her looking so deeply into my eyes.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan could see my breaths in the cold room and closed her eyes when I turned to look back into the bedroom at her in my big bed.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan caught her breath seeing my grand Hindu erection tenting the front of my flannel pajamas.

still laying on her stomach, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pressed her fingers deep into her swollen wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan watched me take off my flannel pajama shirt, and felt herself cumming again.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah how hot her Hindu Piyā was.

Her sixty three years old Hindu Piyā.

While she herself was not even nineteen complete yet.

Yet Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan knew very well.

She was not alone yet to be nineteen who dreamed of Durgesh.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties were dreaming of me.

Even fucking me shamelessly.

Durgesh has proven age immaterial as far as the sex is concerned.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined us being lovers, Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, her Hindu man looking after her building a fire for her; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt warm all over with love and a hungry lusty desire for her Hindu lover.

Looking out from under her eyelashes, sure I wasn’t looking in her direction.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan studied my bare chest, imagined her fingers trailing through my chest hair, touched her fingers through her creamy wet little slit, waited for me to pull down my pajama bottoms, to see my erect ashvinātam Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of Musalmān Beauties!’s-Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined rubbing her bare cheek on my chest, smelling my scent, her big Musalmān bottom pushing up, in rhythm with her fingers fucking into her dripping wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny, just barely, so I wouldn’t notice her fucking her warm little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Thinking of me, strumming her fingers through her pink little slit her fingers burying in her slippery, creamy wet humming little slit, her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks pressing, rolling, so soft warm.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized the feel of the warmth of my Hindu male skin against hers.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts and nipples were tingling in my strong Hindu arms holding her to me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me pushing her against the cabin wall, me raising her nightgown, me pushing my hot hard throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund into her, me fucking Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, me taking her from behind, me cupping her hot aching tits in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, my grunts and hot breath.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself pushing up on her tiptoes, to kiss me, her rubbing herself on me, pressing against my Uncut Hindu Lund,

“Kiss me, Mérī Jān,” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d whimpered, “I want you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself rubbing on me through her nightgown, her naked underneath, just like the Musalmān beloved and her Durgesh darling, in one of the stories, in the book Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d found packed in one of the moving boxes.

How I let my nineteen-year-old Musalmān beloved climb into my bed, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan laid on my belly, my chest, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would make me hard just laying on me, whimpering in a little voice,

“nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! let me…be your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” making her Hindu lover hard, and as I got hard, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would rock her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis, her nightdress pushing up, her bare belly, her bare little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   sliding along the full length of my erection so soft and hard, my entering her, warm wet gliding in and out through the lips of her swollen hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined herself sliding like that on her Hindu lover.

Her nightie was pulled up.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping inside her, just the head at first, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts her bare groin so warm hot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the part in the story where the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl on the verge of cumming whimpered,

“Mérī Jān, I…I want you in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I…want to suck you, I want you to fill my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Can I Mérī Jān?”

The Hindu lover in the story let her, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucking me so deep into her warm wet willing little mouth, her cumming sucking me, my holding her by her hair, fucking my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s mouth, cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s eager hot sucking little Musalmān mouth.

The story made Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan squeeze her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts had swollen her nipples pushing into the blankets.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to make her Hindu lover hard, her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund in her little hands, looking up into my eyes, her taking me in her warm soft Musalmān mouth.

She quivered under the blankets imagining my hands on her head, in her hair, holding her as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucked me, my throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making me cum in her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Ohhh god, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan whimpered into the pillows, cumming on her fingers in my big bed, me just across the room.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was fantasizing over and again sucking me, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d please me like that every night under the covers.

When she opened her eyes again I’d already changed into my clothes and was going out the door to get more firewood icy and buried under the heavy bulk of powdery new snow.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan took the opportunity alone to bring herself to a quaking, wracking orgasm, imagining her Hindu lover climbing onto her from behind, straddling her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her warm little bottom pushed up into my warmth, my growling,

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You need your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund was entering her, my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, taking her from behind,

“Mmm, lil baby, so warm around My Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, push back, lil baby, you feel so good baby, make Durgesh darling feel good with your tight little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   baby, mmm. You like my big Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you sweetie,”

Taking her from behind, trapping her under my weight, “you like My big Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, don’t you lil baby? Let Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! have you lil baby”

My Hindu thrusts were continued against her tight big Musalmān bottom.

Her answer, was a guttural quivering,

“Yesss,”

My thick throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund was thrusting into her,

“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

The bed was shaking as she begged for more.

Cumming all over my hot hard pulsating thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as I exploded inside her, rope after rope of my ashvinātam hot Hindu cum was splashing inside her, my little yet young adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lover.

Lighting the fire, the heat from the flames was on my arms and chest reminded me of how last night sitting on the bed Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan came up to me, stood between my open knees like a lover would.

So sweet in her crisp white nightie how warm and soft Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt as I took her in my Hindu arms.

How beautiful Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was, how intelligent, the depth in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes as I looked up at her and we looked into one another.

Her so aromatic feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān warmth under her nightie, her firm breasts pressing out through her nightie, how they jostled, how my Uncut Hindu Lund stirred swollen aching hard.

The way she moved reminded me of her Ammī, Al Ghausiyah Al Åbbās, straddling me in bed, her sliding against mine Uncut Hindu Lund.

How her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes would close, how her face would turn skyward.

How a slight smile would turn her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just so.

How her red crimson extremely beautiful quivering young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips would part.

How her movements would smooth.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would cling to me, my little bear, whimpering,

“Mmmnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were slowing to little rocking movements, her pretending, “feels, so good Mérī Jān.”

I’d just smile back at her glowing on my Hindu lap, her hugging me,

“I love you, baby, so much,”

And she kissed me warmly on the lips, staring into my eyes smiling,

“My ever sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her Hindu ‘husband’s’ Uncut Hindu Lund was still so hard between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, wet with her cum as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped me inside her,

“Nnngggh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! so big, Mérī Jān, let me make you feel good Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

A young Musalmān woman now, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s weight was on one leg.

Her hip rested against my chest, leaning in toward me sitting on the bed her small hands on my shoulders, I breathed in her fragrance.

A freshly bathed powdery soft scent that made me remember years ago, the same fragrance coming from the bath I shared with her other numerous sisters.

That fragrance, to this day was one of the most erotic scents I could imagine.

A woman’s bath, her wet and glistening, in this case her other young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān sisters showering, bathing, washing their hair, the smell of shampoo, that indistinct sweet flowery feminine perfume.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing hard pointed directly up at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s Musalmān crotch through her gown, me hugging her to me, breathing in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s sweet feminine scent; Eīshān, how I loved her, Eīshān, how I wanted her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded ultimately to making me hungry to fuck Jet Musalmān Beauties very much.

Even I can’t deny it now.

That was the reason she made her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad even to rape me everywhere shamelessly if I didn’t agree to fuck them.

Being raped by her extremely beautiful Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad  everywhere every now and then, ultimately my subconscious mind had accepted it a normal happening.

Now it was normal for me to fuck a Jet Musalmān Beauty.

There was nothing abnormal for me now in it.

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

Chapter 10

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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



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 8

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Ārsh Sadan of the Everfirst Satyug

I smiled belligerently at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “You like that, don’t you? You like being treated aggressively by me.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again in response as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah realised that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did like it.

I pressed my hips in harder.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted young adult sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips and fetched up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s teeth.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned as I rubbed it back and forth against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pearly whites.

I pulled back a little.

“All right, open your mouth honey and stick out your tongue. Do nothing else though, just poke out your tongue and stay still.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was told, poking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue out and remaining immobile.

I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund  up and down the length of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue, just the tip, letting her taste me but not letting her take me in or to swallow.

She must understand the invaluable prominence of what she was getting.

I didn’t want to let her join Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

Even though the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was providing me enormously invaluable Sharīr Yantrs, they were trying to replace my old ones unnecessarily.

I couldn’t let them do it.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was my one weapon against the extremes of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

Yet, it was not enough.

Why should not I use Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too against it?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is doing the same mistake she did in her Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī homewhen.

I had to let her do that because Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī had succeeded in convincing the Ārsh Sadan of that homewhen she was right.

Even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu were so against the Traditional Brāhmañs of his homewhen that he convinced the entire BRAHMARSHIS they must support Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī’s movement.

Only Brahmarshi Bhagvān Vishvāmitr had supported me.

“I think Durgesh is right, Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.”*

At my sixty-three now, I still had a lean athletic body.

I was still quite handsome.

I was stunned when I got the news from my friend Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī that his father had expired suddenly… A massive heart attack.

I was startled.

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī  was the only son of his parents.

“I’m imprisoned here, Durgesh.” Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī  almost cried on the webcam, “My paternal uncles were trying to disinherit my Abbū. Now, Abbū has gone. I’m in Jail. My four Ammīs and fifty two sisters are helpless.”

“Don’t worry. I’d be in Makkah Mukarramah as soon as the next flight from Ved Nagar would reach it.”

“Thank you, Durgesh.”

“Nonsense.”

“There is one more request.”

“Hey, are you mad? No request at all. Just tell me what do you want me to do.”

“Would you don’t leave my Ammīs and sisters alone at Makkah Mukarramah? I can’t believe my paternal uncles. The life and honor both of my Ammīs and sisters are in danger.”

“I understand. Don’t worry. I’m talking with the Amin-e-Makkah Mukarramah. She would take care of the ladies personally until I’m there.”

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī  hesitated somewhat.

“Yes. Something more you want from me?”

“There was a rumor that the new Amin-e-Makkah Mukarramah  is your woman. Is it right?”

“Nonsense.”

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī’s Abbū was only forty-five when he died… Too young an age to die.

He was a rich oil owner and owned some big wells.

After his death, there was no one to look after the wells.

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī ’s widowed Ammīs and his young sisters, headed by Tawħīd Nadīm Hāshmī.

I knew that I didn’t have any choice but to go to Makkah Mukarramah  and look after the things.

There was not much work at Makkah Mukarramah, except that a round the clock vigil was required to safeguard the wells.

I stared down into the open coffin.

What surprised me most was that Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān looked so small.

The old man had always been a giant to his son Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī.

He always suspected that Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī was actually my son.

He couldn’t believe he could father fifty two daughters and only one son.

Even that one son might also not be his.

Now, stiffly cushioned in satin, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān seemed small.

It was because the air of life had gone out of him.

The great autocratic oil lord of Makkah Mukarramah, a great autocratic, had always been full of life, a force of energy, overwhelming.

Now he was small and motionless.

Otherwise, everything was in order.

Turning from the coffin, I was not surprised to see that none of his houseladies was feeling any loss.

Well, why should they?

All his present four widows were compelled to marry him.

None of them wanted to marry Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān.

Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān was famous everywhere that he could father daughters only.

All his four widows and fifty two daughters were feeling rather good.

Almost buoyant.

I scanned the cascades of flowers that formed a colorful semicircle behind the coffin.

There was one discordant note.

On an easel sat a gaudy Saůūdī flag.

It had come from the royal palace of Saůūdī Årab.

I heard Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s Chief Wife, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb, just ahead, smiled cold bloodedly, entirely unashamed of anything.

“So, one more Yazīd Malåūn has gone to Jahannum, has gone to Hell.”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb.” I admonished her curtly.

But her response was so belligerent that even I was dumbfounded.

Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s Chief Wife, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb, unzipped me without any ultimatum, then and there, brought out my Uncut Hindu Lund and started to give me a pugnacious yet utmost affectionate ashvinātam blowjob.

The Makkah Mukarramah religious police plunged to stop it.

But Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb was nobody’s fool.

She was already prepared for it.

Every religious police person was immediately warned by an almost all pervading utmost sweet feminine voice, as if coming from everywhere.

“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our guard of honor to this shaitān.”

The voice stopped for a moment to let its effect digested.

Then it continued again.

“If any religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah would try to stop our celebration, we warn him/her that he/she would never succeed. Moreover his own houseladies would also join the celebration.”

A pin drop silence engulfed suddenly the entire environment.

The celebration continued with increasing belligerence.

Everyone present there was dumbfounded.

One by one, the entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān, sucked and fucked me openly at Makkah Mukarramah.

None could stop it.*

It was not only oral and vaginal sex.

It was anal sex too.

Most of them had virgin Musalmān ass.

But no longer virgin anymore.

My Uncut Hindu Lund had invaded their extremely gorgeous, stunning, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass too, openly, under open sky.

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb was furious.

“We were also compelled to do it, as the religious policepersons of Makkah Mukarramah. Why didn’t they stop it?”

“I don’t believe you, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb.” I said curtly, “You yourself have managed it. You―all of you fucked me in the funeral.”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb winked at me cunningly.

“Prove it in the court, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I challenge you. You can’t.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad is supporting you. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is supporting you. Ashvinātam Gangbang Club is supporting you.”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb laughed.

“None can prove it in a court, Hindu Piyā. You can only charge us. You can’t prove your charges against any of us.”

“Why are you Musalmān Beauties are so shameless now when I’m already with you? So many sophisticated Dvij Hindus are already with you?”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb only laughed.

She didn’t answer my question.*

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb and other Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān left in their Cadillac limousines.

Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān had himself gifted all of them those Cadillac limousines.

How ungrateful some persons could be.

I was quite confident they were wrong.

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī’s paternal uncles had succeeded in misinforming all of the Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān.

They had successfully humiliated Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s dead body even because all his life he fought to establish democracy in Saůūdī Årab, in  Middle East, and in other Musalmān countries.

The royal machinery of Saůūdī Årab couldn’t stop it, because it never wanted to stop it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the riyal machinery of Saůūdī Årab was itself behind it, using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club too.

Why otherwise the royal Sheikħs of Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and other Musalmān countries were so aggressive in supporting these immensely sexual organizations?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not alone in humiliating Musalmīn almost always so openly under open sky.

The royal families of Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and other Musalmān countries were also playing their dirty political games against the proposed democracy.

The proposal was against their vested political and financial interests.

HVSI, these Musalmān Beauties organizations, other local and international democratic and republic organizations were fighting their final Årab Mahābhārat against Pseudo Islam.

I used a Silver Cloud Rolls Royce.

It dropped me off at the aluminum-encased Kħātūn-e-Jannat Building.

I had ridden the express elevator to the 415th floor and headed for the office suite.

The entry door of the office suite bore the gold lettering:

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and associates

Counselors at law’.*

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī and I have lived with her extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, since Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq left Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, ten years ago.

She wanted to find herself.

We’ve done well for ourselves.

Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq owned a large construction company jointly with me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was so kind to me ab initio that, I didn’t even have to go to work unless I wanted to.

My Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, was the man who successfully brought Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood and even Tollywood together at the new ever largest city, now called Ved Nagar.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī learned how to get anything she wanted from me years ago,

A short skirt, a smile and sitting on my ever-sexy Hindu male lap.

And now her sexy little young, sophisticated adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends do it too.

They make sure my wallet stays empty.

Well, I love it, all the fine young adult sophisticated highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pussy keeps my Uncut Hindu Cock  hard.

Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, a sweet smile that could melt my heart, a little 34 c breast, a smooth tummy and the best 34 gorgeous Musalmān ass I’ve seen in a long time, makes my cooed Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī.

Swimming was her thing to stay in condition.

She loved wearing string bikinis around the house or just a half shirt with some sexy panties.

We had a big house, five bedrooms, a pool and a family room.

Well, it was suspected now that HVSI was now the ever largest and ever biggest group of companies.

Ever richest too, as well.

I was its lifelong Chairman as I was the man that himself dreamed of, struggled and succeeded in establishing it with my younger brothers and extremely sincere friends.

HVSI was now a dream came true.

There were always so many half-naked young, adult, highly educated, sophisticated smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  girls running around the house.

They all loved me.

I let them do about anything they want.

My only rule is, NO boys or men are allowed in my house.

They drink; can smoke pot, anything but, no dicks except only mine, strictly.

They had to be and remain One Man Woman strictly.

One time last year, I was very late getting home.

When I pulled up to the house there was a truck out on the road.

I thought somebody must have just broken down.

I went in to get a shower.

I heard some funny noises from Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s room.

I went to her door and “Open your legs, bitch.” a man’s voice said.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was thundering,

“No, my Dad is going to kill you when he gets home.”

I was a big man.

Here I worked out a lot plus all the years of construction work.

I could take care of things pretty good.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s door flew off the hinges pretty easy when my shoulder hit it.

There was my little girl on her bed, nothing but panties on.

Some naked, long hair prick with a ponytail on top of her with a knife at her neck.

With one quick yank on the hair, the little bastard was in the hall with his head sunk into the wall.

Yelling at the top of my voice,

“You are dead when I get back girl.”

I grabbed the punk by his hair, pulling him down the hall.

I called the police and he was arrested immediately.

He sounded like a little girl crying now.

The police inspector turned and smacked the shit out of him.

I stomped back to the house, there was Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī standing in the door,

“Get to the fucking bathroom.” I said in a low very mean voice.

As she turned to walk I saw her beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.

I smacked it hard,

“Ouch, Daddy, I’m sorry.”

I smacked the other cheek even harder.

With each step she took her sweet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass would wiggle, then I would smack her tight ass, it turned me on.

Somewhere in there my towel fell off exposing my 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.

As she walked my Uncut Hindu Cock was only inches from her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It bumped her once or twice.

I had never really seen her like this.

Her panties were about 2 sizes too small.

Her little her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks hung half way out of them.

That made me even hornier.

Her slim back, the little legs the way they connected to her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, it was great.

“Get in the shower. Wash your nasty fucking body.” I said.

She started to pull off her little panties, I told her to leave them on.

“Daddy, he couldn’t do anything.” she replied, “He was only a foolish communal Musalmān who was jealous of you that his own Musalmān sisters are my friends and they are almost your Live in Relationship Partners now. He wanted to requite stupidly.

“I don’t give a shit, start washing.”

She had soap in a bottle.

She put a few drops on her sponge.

” Use more.” I demanded.

I grabbed it from her and just squirted it all over her.

Then she didn’t wash hard enough.

I took her sponge and started to scrub her down myself.

Somewhere in this, I saw her looking down at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had come here leaving nude Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sleeping on my bed.

I was furious already.

Sālī Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had teased and tempted me too much.

I wanted a release badly.

And here I had to face the communal jealousy of a foolish Musalmān brother of some of my young adult Musalmān girlfriends.

“Wash the soap off and hurry the fuck up,” I grabbed Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī pushing her toward her room.

She was facing me walking backwards.

I was criticizing her the whole time,

“How the FUCK could you allow some little unauthorized cut Musalmān nūnī  into this house? He looked like a little girl, if you’re going to fuck a man even, find a real one, not a little fag like that.”

I looked at her.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī, my little girl was checking out my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I started talking a little calmer,

“Do you see my Uncut Hindu Cock? That’s what a beautiful little Musalmān Babe like you needs, not something like him.”

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī tripped and sat on the floor.

My now very hard Uncut Hindu Cock was right in her face.

Her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, awesome, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes explored every inch of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was myself terrific now due to the abnormal temptation of nude Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sleeping on my bed.

As I watched Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī look at it, I got harder.

“That’s a prime US Grade A, it will make any Musalmān woman cum like she’s never known.” I told her.

“Now I know Why did Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, ever leave my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, for you? she wasn’t crazy at all. She was one of the smartest Musalmān ladies I think now. She just loves sex perhaps more than I thought she did.”

It calmed me down to the extent that I even smiled now.

“She loves sex with me very much, Baby. Once I fuck your Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, I don’t have to find other women. I need to be inside a woman always, you know. Something this big, needs it a lot.”

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s little hands reached up and grasped it.

With both hands on it, she slowly started to lick my big Uncut Hindu Lundhead.

Her tongue was so hot and soft, she licked all over my Uncut Hindu Cock head.

Looking into my Hindu male eyes, she gave me a sexy little wink.

Her young adult tender extremely stunning flawless, firm, corpulent, splendid, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth took in my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī sucked it so gentle while her tongue continued to lick my head.

I sat on the floor.

Her young adult tender extremely stunning flawless, firm, corpulent, splendid, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth locked on my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund, never letting it go.

Well, once into her mouth, almost every Musalmān Beauty reacted similarly.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was making me go crazy.

She was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.

Her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth sucked in more and more of my 12 inches.

This girl was going to find out how much my Hindu cum I had and soon.

As she sucked and licked me, her hands were working up and down my long thick Uncut Hindu Shaft.

I pulled her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  to my waist.

My index finger drove in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was being serviced by her extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was so wet and hot.

She moaned and started shoving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot onto my index finger, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly.

The cut Musalmān nūnī holder foolish young Musalmān boy couldn’t do anything due to my infinite Bhogchakr.

Yet he had prepared Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī for me optimum, I think.

her extremely  fabulous faultless, firm, curved, outstanding, wonderful, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  moved to her sucking of my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her moaning made me start to cum.

I squeezed her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pushed my index finger in her as deep as I could.

I touched the inner walls of her.

We came together.

My Hindu cum made her gag but, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī stanchly kept sucking and stroking me.

My index finger was buried deep in her young Musalmān body.

I could feel her orgasms.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot muscles caressed my index finger as Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī came.

We continued until our bodies gave out.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī came, lay beside me and asked,

“Daddy, I love you so much. Can we do this again but, without the ass beating?”

I laughed, hugged her hard and replied,

“I love you too baby. Any time you say.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

She had sucked me so much that for the time being, to even my own surprise, I wasn’t interested in vaginal sex anymore.

What a phenomenal blowjob Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī had provided to me.

The next morning I woke up fast, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was on her knees between my legs looking up at me with my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund half way down her throat.

She was sucking as a pro now, locked on my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

She moved her head up and down.

Her hands were holding me tight, moving the length of my shaft.

Faster and harder, she sucked; Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī looked into my eyes with a little sexy smile and a wink.

My unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund gave her all my Hindu cum.

She sucked hard, wanting to get all of it.

Sucking hard, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī kept moving up and down my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

After she finished she looked at me very sexy and said,

“Good morning Daddy.”

I had to answer,

“It will be now.”

She gave me her big smile and ran to get ready for outing.

I know she told her pack of girlfriends all about what we did.

From then on all of them were always trying to look at my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund. *

Tendrils of salty spit began to dribble from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear the drips hitting the floor.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt cheap, like a piece of mine at being used as a plaything, as a Musalmān sex goddess, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want it to stop.

“All right my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease; you’ve been good so far and I know you’re just dying to suck My Uncut Hindu Lund, so I’m going to let you. Make sure you do a good job though. I wouldn’t want to be disappointed. And I don’t think you’d want me to be disappointed either, would you honey?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head, making my hand pull Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair, which made her wince.

I chuckled and let go of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair,

“Suck My Uncut Hindu Lund, my darling.” I smiled at her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled too.

She winked at me.

She didn’t have to be told twice.

Licking her lips all over, tasting the salty residue of my teasing, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah opened Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and leaned forward.

Licking around the bulbous tip of my engorged head, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah quickly wrapped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips around it and sucked me into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

I was so big Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s jaw was stretched to capacity.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could only manage to get an inch or two of my Uncut Hindu Lund into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Yet Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the most of it.

Slurping and sucking as hard as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, licking up and down along my length, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stretched Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth wider and pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head forward feeling the tip of my big Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against the back of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gagged, making the little “hhirk” sound as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled back quickly.

“Oh fuck, do that again.” I ordered.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did, again gagging herself and making that awful sound as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach rolled.

It seemed to excite me even more.

My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair again and pushed forward.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel gag saliva, thick and stringy, dribbling out over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin and tears were forming in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes as I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah.” I growled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hardly breathe, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept letting me push into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s open mouth.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat was constricting with my every Hindu thrust.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s gag reflexed working overtime.

Watery gag tears were dampening Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s beautiful Musalmān lashes even more.

But not once did Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah think to tell me to stop.

Not once did Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raise her hands and pushed me away.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want me stop too!

She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān even more than I was.

“Oh fuck!” I growled again as I pulled myself out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and dragged her to her feet by the hair.

I used my palm to wipe the drool from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin then ripped down the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise to expose Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s full breasts.

Smearing the sticky mess all over one boob and pinching at the nipple, I brought my mouth down hard on hers.

My kiss was violent, animalistic and wanting.

My hands were rough, not caring if I bruised or pinched Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.

I was too excited.

She was too beautiful.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs were shaking and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was so wet the juices were running down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs.

All Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was hold onto the top behind me, and moan.

I pulled the straps of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arms, so the chemise sat bunched just under Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts.

Then without warning, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers pulling aside the crotch of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and my Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips.

I circled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, rubbing back and forth across it roughly, before thrusting my Uncut Hindu Lund  deep inside her.

My mouth shifted down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and latched onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breast sucking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipple into my mouth hard.

My tongue was flicking and flicking at the sensitive bud.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was gasping in both pain and pleasure as my hand shifted and I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund more into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s centre.

The heel of my palm ground against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen clit and worked me into a state of quivering readiness.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was whimpering almost constantly.

My head came up and I brought my mouth close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear.

“Such a wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, honey. I’m going to make you cum all over my Uncut Hindu Lund  and then I’m going to turn you around and fuck that tight little ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot of yours, more passionately.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees nearly gave out under me, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah held onto the counter even harder.

“Oh yeah that’s it. You’re so close aren’t you?”

I kept whimpering to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is so hot and wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I can feel it clenching on My Uncut Hindu Lund. You’re going to cream soon, aren’t you, making it even wetter? And then I’m going to push my big Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside you. I’d fuck you nice and hard…”

My words were making her crazy.

It was what she was already dreaming of.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ground Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips down onto my fingers even harder as I shoved them into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s climax building to breaking point until a high pitched squeal sounded from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my fingers, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s juices gushing out of mine like a fountain.

“Fuck yeah,” I swore as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s liquid cum run over my hand. I pulled my fingers out of mine, bringing them to my mouth and licked them. Not to be mean, I smiled at her then and pushed my fingers into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as well, letting me clean up the remaining residue. It tasted tangy but sweet and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned a little at the thought. “Do you like that taste of your own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot?” I asked me and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah flushed a little in embarrassment but kept sucking on my digits regardless. “Mmm,” I said withdrawing my fingers from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth. “That’s enough. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s turn now.”

I spun me around and pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up against the Vikramch. The steel top of the sink dug into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips painfully, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ignored it, as I pressed my hard Uncut Hindu Lund up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s butt and thrust against me a couple of times. “Mmm, yeah.” I groaned. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hand press against the centre of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder blades as I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah forward, Vikramding me over tI kitchen sink. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s full breasts hung down in the recess and the cold metal pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach. My fingers caught hold of the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and without further preamble Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me yank down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties from behind. They fell to the floor around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles and there they stayed.

Outside tI kitchen window, the world turned grey, and in that pre-dawn light the shadows of the garden took on an eerie shape. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself, anyone could be standing out there right now and watching this! It sent a shiver down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine to thought that someone could be watching me get fucked by Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples screwed themselves up again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath began to quicken once more.

All thought flew out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt warm breath against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen lips soon followed by a hot tongue. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned loudly in ecstasy as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me eating Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot. My tongue thrust deep inside me, fucking me like a Uncut Hindu Lund, like my Uncut Hindu Lund would be very soon no doubt, and then retreated to glide up and down along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s slit. I wriggled the tip back and forth over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, nearly bringing me to another orgasm on the spot.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock and tried to squirm away.

I’d never had this done to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah before, never even knew that it could be done let alone should be done.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips.

“Stay still.” I smiled at my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān plaything.

“Oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped, “Please… no… stop…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was having trouble trying to get the words out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my Uncut Hindu Lund  probing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight backdoor, felt my Uncut Hindu Lund  break the seal and penetrate inside her shallowly. “Please … Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  that’s …. Oh God, that’s unbearable !” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund  in deeper and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body push back against my probing Uncut Hindu Lund  muscle of its own accord.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying this.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh My God, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was wetter than ever.

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled penetrating my Uncut Hindu Lund  between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks. “You’re an exquisite young adult Musalmān sex goddess, and you love it. Don’t you? Don’t pretend you don’t, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I can feel your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass pressing back onto my Uncut Hindu Lund !”

I stopped pleasuring her with my Uncut Hindu Lund  and stood up behind her.

I entered  Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass again aggressively . “That’s for pretending you don’t like it.” I told her winking at her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped and felt herself shying  as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tip of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund rub against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sopping ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips.

I continued to rub myself against her.

Probing with the tip every now and again, teasing her relentlessly until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was leaning back into me, and trying to get me to enter her.

I chuckled. “You’re not a virgin, are you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” My voice sounded gentle, soothing.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head,

“No Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah answered, “I hadn’t seen you then. How could have I known I was going to be lucky enough to get you? If I had I would have kept my virginity for you.”

“I didn’t think so.” I replied sounding genuinely pleased as she was speaking truthfully now. “Have you ever had an Uncut Hindu Lund as big and thick as mine before?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head again.

“No Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Never!”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her shiver behind me.

“I’ll try to be gentle with you then.” I told her as I applied a bit of pressure against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān slit.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t care if it hurt.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so horny Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just wanted me inside her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back against the pressure.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, gripped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and held her still.

“Not so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease. This is going to hurt you the first time, and I don’t want to cause you any un-necessary harm.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed and tried to stay as still as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, even though her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body kept demanding satisfaction.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt both my thumbs slide down the back of Fātimah her butt and stroke along the sides of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight opening before taking hold of the lips and pulling them open.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed in harder, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned aloud as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it beginning to press into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wet lips even further.

I was finally sliding inside her.

This will be fine, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told herself, what could happen?

Then the reality of it hit her.

As I pressed forward, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a burning sensation in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips as they stretched wide to accommodate me.

I was too big that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s poor little ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot couldn’t handle it.

Well, that’s what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought anyway.

The pressure increased to a near unbearable degree, even the natural lubrication Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah produced was not enough to stave off the pain.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was beginning to whimper as the burning sensation intensified.

“Oh yeah, nearly there, honey.” I told her. “Just hold still a little longer.”

With a final push, something gave, and the bulbous head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her.

I groaned from behind.

My voice was ragged and heavy.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was panting in pain as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gripped the Top in an effort to stop from screaming.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah bit down her cheek, determined not to let me know just how much it really was hurting, scared that I would stop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t afford to let me stop.

Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, I forced my huge girth deeper into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

The pain had begun to recede, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips were still stretched taut.

She’d never felt so filled before.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved the sensation.

Finally, after a minute or two, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my warm Hindu balls pressing against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hooded clit.

Ultimately, I was all the way in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let out a small sigh of relief, still wondering what I would do now.

I remained motionless for a short time, savouring the position I found myself in.

“Oh yeah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I haven’t had a ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot this tight in twenty years. Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you feel absolutely delicious around my Uncut Hindu Lund . Thank you.” I whimpered in my low voice.

“No, it’s my pleasure. I thank you Durgesh darling.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned a little at the feel of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep inside her and then gasped as I began to move.

I drew back slowly, enjoying the feel of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān hole gripping my thick Uncut Hindu Shaft .

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard I grunt softly every time my Uncut Hindu pole reburied itself inside her, pressing up hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān cervix and causing a different kind of pain to shoot through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to compensate for my Hindu size, producing copious amounts of slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān juice, to allow me to glide in and out of her more smoothly.

The burning in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips began to recede, pleasure taking its place, but I just knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would be sore later on.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t care, right now, it was absolute ashvinātam bliss and that was all that mattered to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

My hard Uncut Hindu Lund slid in and out of her.

My Hindu balls were slapping against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān clit with every stroke, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grunted and groaned with every thrust.

Eīshān.” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned. “Such a tight; wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Mmm, and it looks so good taking My Uncut Hindu Lund up it.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something warm and wet drop onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered asshole and wondered what it was.

Then my thumb began stroking round and round it, making Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s quiver in anticipation.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me increase the pressure and the tip of my thumb penetrated Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass making her gasp in pain and wanton lust.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered when I pulled my thumb away, teasing her, and groaned out loudly as I pressed lightly against it once more.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah leant into me trying to get my thumb back in.

I chuckled at me from behind.

“Such a young adult Musalmān sex goddess.”

I grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and pulled me back hard against her a couple of times; causing her to gasp uncontrollably from the force, I applied.

Another warm droplet fell against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered opening and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally realised that I was letting some ointment fall onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt even abnormal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought  her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body betrayed her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clenched tight.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, I really am a Musalmān sex goddess! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought and moaned again.

“Mmm,” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān hole clench on my Hindu hardness.

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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 4

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah

 THE PAST – JUNE 2002 – Makkah Mukarramah

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whispered as she glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when her young, highly educated, sophisticated, strong and thoroughly confident, yet still  trembling, knees gently brushed against the silk sheets on my king size bed,

“Durgesh,”

Durgesh darling, are you awake?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked again as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leant over my Hindu male body, purring into my ear, her tongue twitching just an inch away, already eager to lick inside me.

No don’t, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself, pulling back even as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples stiffen and arch toward me.

Lifting the soft sheet away from my golden Hindu male skin Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t help but gasp as my black pubic hairs came into view, and then Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to fight herself from grabbing hold of me as my long, fat Uncut Hindu Shaft  appeared, lying proudly on my thick thigh.
Allah, yā Allah, oh God it’s so big, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought for the hundredth time.

Her gaze locked on the big Uncut Hindu Lund head, so much bigger than Muħammad’s or Shankar Mahāpralayankar‘s, the only other ones Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had ever seen.

Licking her lips, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered what it’d feel like to run her tongue over my Hindu balls and up my long Uncut Hindu Shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat Uncut Hindu Lund head between her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips!

Moreover, what my universally renowned Hindu sperm would taste like as it dribbled down her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat.
Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew from her own previous experience I wouldn’t wake unless Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah did something crazy, that I was almost impossible to rouse once I’d fallen asleep.

“Oh Durgesh darling, please make your little young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter feel better,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled silently to my inert form as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slipped under the sheet and fit herself against me.

It had surprised me the first time Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had lain in bed next to me while I slept and had felt me stiffen, thinking at first I must have awakened.

It was only after spending a number of nights in My extremely expensive king sized bed that she’d realized just how often my Hindu erections occurred, how again and again as the hours passed my great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund  would lengthen and fatten as I slept.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had learned to delight in the feeling of my unique miraculous Hindu hardness against herself.

Over the past four months, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had taken to occasionally sneaking into my extremely expensive king sized bed as I slept.

Although most nights she’d only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to her room, her young adult highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot tingling as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fled.

Only twice had Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stayed right through till morning but both times I woke to find her dressed demurely in her most conservative p.j.’s, always accepting her lame Musalmān excuses for being there.

I was never suspecting she’d lain naked in my Hindu arms for hours, playing with, kissing, licking and sucking, extremely unashamed of herself, my great unique Uncut Hindu Lund.

Well, why should Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah be ashamed of herself?

Hadn’t Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah always watched every young Musalmān Beauty, even more grown up Musalmān Beauties too, doing the same thing with me, almost without even a single exception?

Even if I was not available, the Musalmān Beauties do the same thing with other available powerful Hindus.

Don’t they?

Yes, the Musalmān Beauties believe Hindus have their Kundalinī aroused when their Uncut Hindu Lund is aroused.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah never understood what this bloody Kundalinī was that was related with HindusUncut Hindu Lund.

Neither Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah ever cared to know and find out.

It’s enough for her to enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, to kiss, to lick and to suck it as much as she loved to, every night.

Thank you Ammī.

It was good you left Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullah, and succeeded in Live in Relationship Partnership with ever great Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah often wondered what would have happened of Musalmān Beauties if Durgesh and other Hindus were not there.

Musalmīn are never interested in spectacular sex.

They are too religious to resort to it.

Here at Makkah Mukarramah the hypocrisy is more dominant.

Everyone without any bloody exception wants to prove he is more religious than the rest of him or her.

Shame on all the bloody hypocrites.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knows very well that they are not religious actually.

They are bloody hypocrites.

Most of them are actually bisexual or blunt gay males.

They enjoy Uncut Hindu Lund into their own ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.

They too love it there.

That’s why Hindus are so many in services and other jobs in Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and in other Musalmān countries.

The over religiousness of the Musalmīn has made Musalmīn haters of their penis.

It had ultimately resulted in their losing interest in it.

Consequently, they lost their interest in its proper care.

Consequently, further, their penis became most shameful organ for them.

The Musalmīn became ashamed of their own penis.

It resulted in losing its worth gradually.

Eventually they lost its hardness.

Without hardness, they are only an organ for urinating, for nothing else.

It started bisexuality in Musalmīn and gay males in Musalmīn became a general thing.

Over religiousness and Jihad have done it.

Even now, the intellectual eyes of the Musalmīn are not opened.

The over religiousness is still flourishing in Musalmīn more and more day by day.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered to where it would lead Musalmīn.

To absolute impotence?

Well, they are already there the Musalmān Beauties think.

Why otherwise the Musalmān Beauties have replaced them with Durgesh and other Hindus under this or that pretext?

Ramesh Majūmdār is Sheikħ Muħammad Ħanīf’s driver only.

But actually, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knows Ramesh Majūmdār is fucking Sheikħ Muħammad Ħanīf’s Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass too.

It’s Ramesh Majūmdār’s actual duty, Ramesh Majūmdār is being paid for.

Sheikħ Muħammad Ħanīf’s friends also enjoy Ramesh Majūmdār’s Uncut Hindu Lund in their Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass too.

They also pay Ramesh Majūmdār for it.

Ramesh Majūmdār is actually a Hindu male prostitute.

So are the other Hindus working in Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and in other Musalmān countries.

Their Kāmsūtr trained Uncut Hindu Lund are serving now almost entire Musalmān pussies as well as the entire Musalmān asses too whether males are females.

The first time I’d ejaculated as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah lay next to me I’d been stunned, sure that I must be awake as my ropy strands splashed against her stomach and thighs.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fled that first time, my sticky Hindu cream oozing down her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah threw herself onto her extremely expensive king sized bed.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah tasted my universally renowned Hindu sperm for the first time that night, dipping her finger again and again through the dripping Hindu cream, reveling in its Hindu aroma and flavor as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sucked my excellent exquisite Hindu seed off her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān finger.

Since that first night, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah’d often seen me come, and increasingly had had to fight herself from straddling me and taking me inside herself as I slept.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to be patient only a little while longer, that we’d be in Europe soon, knew that for ten weeks we’d be together and that inevitably we’d make love then.

Still, tonight Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah’d decided to spend the night in My extremely expensive king sized bed, have me awaken to her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body curled against me, preparing me for what was to come, for what she’d already started to desire.*

“Sweetie, wake up! What are you doing in my bed honey?” was the first thing Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the next morning as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah woke to me gently shaking her shoulder.

“Oh Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts, her ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect.

“I had a nightmare Durgesh, a terrible nightmare,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said in a little girl’s voice as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah deliberately leaned over towards me, letting me feel her nipple brush against my Hindu chest.

“But honey, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I started to protest, my eyes raking over her firm, ripe teenage Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body.

“But what Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah interrupted, suddenly remembering how Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had awoken late in the night and felt my big Uncut Hindu Shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, white sauce across her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum and thighs.

“You’re not,… I mean you’re not dressed Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, you’re naked,” I complained with a catch in my voice, “and you are not a little girl anymore. You are now quite young grown up and adult.”

“I always sleep nude now Durgesh, just like you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling. “I love feeling the soft silk against my skin,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on her back and thighs, my universally renowned Hindu sperm coating her.

“You’re my young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter sweetie. You know people wouldn’t understand you sleeping naked in your Hindu father’s bed.”

“You sleep naked,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pouted. “And besides, who cares what other people think?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed insistently against me. “Besides, you’ve seen me naked before already always – I am your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter! And you’re my Durgesh darling,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah added indignantly, “You’re supposed to see my naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body. Is something wrong with it?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked laying back and spreading her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs and arms, opening herself to her my inspection.

“Of course not Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah! It’s just that you’re a big girl now. You’ve become a woman honey,” I smiled now as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw my Uncut Hindu Lund rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against my stomach. “It’s not right for you to sleep in my bed. You shouldn’t look at me honey when I’m naked,” I insisted as I saw her eager ravenous extremely beautiful extremely naughty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes drift downward to my extremely sensitive ever awakening Hindu giant.

“Even though I had a nightmare Durgesh? I was so scared,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned fearfully.

I couldn’t stop myself from pulling Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  into my warm Hindu arms, couldn’t stop myself from asking, “What was your bad dream about baby?”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I had sincerely forgotten we both were adult and absolutely naked now.

“It was dark Durgesh, so dark,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  just inches from my Hindu male lips. “They attacked me Durgesh, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly,… they hurt me Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah added, whimpering now.

“Who sweetie? Who were they? What did they do to you honey?”

“They hit me Durgesh… so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so much Durgesh! They were foreigners… Indian Hindus  I think, medium, but quite handsome, sophisticated men with no beards at all. They wanted to rape me Durgesh, despoil me because I’m a Musalmān Beauty …. Oh Durgesh, they were so ravenous  and they made me do terrible things,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said, her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body now trembling in my Hindu arms.

“What things Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked, horror now etched on my face, clearly living her worst nightmare, the defilement of one of my so many young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details.

“Oh Durgesh! It was so terrible,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cried as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wriggled in my Hindu arms, the blond curls on her extremely beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pubic mound being crushed by my pulsing Uncut Hindu Shaft. “The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh, he made me swallow him. Allah, yā Allah, oh God, I gagged Durgesh, each time he pushed it into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat…it hurt Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wept, her face contorted into a grimace of disgust, “….and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my … oh, anus,… you know, my sacred religious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum Durgesh…then he put his Uncut Hindu Penis, his big Uncut Hindu Penis ….they weren’t circumcised Durgesh… it was awful, filthy…”

“It’s okay sweetie, please stop, it’s okay don’t cry. It was just a dream Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” her handsome Durgesh insisted as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sobbed, trembling in my strong Hindu arms. “Durgesh will never let you be hurt by anyone honey,” I promised, even as my rock hard great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund tried to burrow into her excellent exquisite extremely smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stomach.

“What about next year Durgesh? When I’m away at school… all alone… there are so many Indian Hindus  in Makkah Mukarramah  Durgesh, legally or illegally. Does it matter? They hate us Musalmīn Durgesh. They hate us because we’re religious and good looking, healthy, smart, and happy and Musalmīn and Saůūdī Årab … They think all of us Musalmīn are terrorists.”

“I’ll always protect you sweetie,” I promised again as I kissed the tears from her beautiful cheeks.

“You promise Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded as her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  found my Hindu male lips skillfully cunningly under false disguise that she was still frightened .

She was certainly not.

She was fully conscious and quite aware of her every deliberate attempt that she was deliberately seducing me.

“Forever Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I insisted as I moved my burning Hindu male lips over her face, swallowing her salty tears.

“I wish there were more men like you Durgesh. I wish I could find a Hindu boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at school aren’t anything like you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah purred, her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body trembling in my strong Hindu arms.

“Oh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in my voice. “You’ll find a nice Hindu boy of your own age soon sweetie, a Hindu boy you’ll fall in love with, a Hindu boy you’ll want to marry and start a family with,” I continued, but Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could see I was happy and excited with her compliment.

“I don’t want a boy Durgesh… and no one’s as handsome as you Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah hugged me even tighter, forcing me to feel my little Musalmān girl’s now ripe young quite adult naked female Musalmān body.

“God honey, I’m an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young Musalmān girl like you,” I protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to push my hard Uncut Hindu Shaft even harder into her.

“No you’re not! All my friends think you’re sooo hot.”

“Yeah sure,” I responded, a pride spreading across my face. “I can just see all your eighteen year old high school girlfriends thinking I’m hot,” I finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of her sexy teenage friends getting off on me.

“You’re too only thirty-three Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah crooned into my ear, loving the feel of My Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing against herself. “When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Fātimah Imām and Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī were going to attack you.”

“No way!” I exclaimed.

“And when you got out of the water and came over and talked to us….wow!”

“What?”

“Your thing Durgesh…. Your great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Penis, it stretched your suit so much Durgesh. We could see practically everything! And it looked so big!”

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I scolded her loudly, feigning anger even as she pushed pubic mound harder against me, feigning innocence.

She wasn’t innocent now.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was now deliberately wanted to fuck me herself.

Now, she could understand very well why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had urged her to fuck me,

“Fuck Durgesh, you fool.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had winked at her cunningly, “Since last three years I’m preaching every Musalmān stepsister of mine to fuck our Hindu stepfather. Durgesh isn’t our father. He is the ever best Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties.”

“You should have heard what Fātimah Imām and Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī said Durgesh when you left …about how they’d like to get you alone and take off your suit and feel it in…,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah trailed off giggling.

“I’m sorry honey, I won’t wear it again, I didn’t mean to embarrass…”

“It’s okay Durgesh, I liked it. I’m proud of my Durgesh, proud they think you’re such a sexy man. Their fathers are both old guys, it’s only you my friends dream of. Fātimah Imām told me she got so excited when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her… ”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh God, that’s not right, I’m your stepfather darling,” I mumbled.

“And it is big Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said huskily, her eager ravenous extremely beautiful extremely naughty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes  drifting down towards the crimson Uncut Hindu Lund that lay between our bodies. “Don’t you like it that young Musalmān girls want you Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah teased after a long pause. “Wouldn’t you like to make love to Fātimah Imām or Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī or one of my other friends?”

“They’re just girls Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah; I’d never have sex with young friends of yours, I’ve known them since they were little girls, they’re my psychiatric patients,” I protested fiercely as I grew ever harder against her stomach.

“You don’t like them? You don’t think they have nice young adult Musalmān bodies Durgesh? You don’t think they’re sexy when you see them naked in your office?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.

“They’re nice girls honey, but they’re too young for me…”

“They’re woman now Durgesh, like me. Don’t you think I’m pretty? Sexy? Don’t you think men want me?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed into my ear, each breath tickling me, caressing me, inflaming me.

“Of course, you’re beautiful honey, but…” I muttered, reddening as I spoke.

“If I wasn’t your stepdaughter, your little girl, would you want to make love to me Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed me for an answer even as her fingers moved onto and around my unique miraculous Hindu hardness.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I groaned rolling away from her, and then rose up and jumped out of the extremely expensive king sized bed, my long Uncut Hindu Shaft bouncing proudly as I moved.

“Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled as I disappeared into my bathroom.

What I am thinking about, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the shower running.

I know your Hindu male body wants me Durgesh, but what about you?

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was on her back naked, her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs spread, when I reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting my broad Hindu chest, a white towel wrapped around my waist.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had one knee raised in the air, and her thin strands of blond pubic hair were no barrier as my eyes locked on her pink insides as I approached the extremely expensive king sized bed.

“C’mon sweetie, time to get up, you don’t want to be late for University,” I prodded, trying to act naturally, as I sat next to Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  and lightly ran my hand over her shaking knee and up and down her inner smooth thigh.

“Allah, oh God, it’s only six-thirty Durgesh darling, why are you up so early anyway?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah complained as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her knee further into my hand, opening herself further to my still not hungry Hindu gaze.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a challenge that she still couldn’t make me fuck her.

Yet, she was adamant and still didn’t acknowledge her defeat.

“I have a psychiatric operation at eight honey. You already know all of my sex therapy and Doctor Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ . I gotta rush,” I explained as I quickly stood and started to pull my briefs up my hairy legs, catching them on my again raging hard-on.

“He’ll never fit, it’s too big,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah watched me try to stuff my fat Uncut Hindu Lund under the inadequate material. “I like it when I see it so hard Durgesh, do you need any help?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah continued as I smiled  and turned away from her eager eyes.

Finally dressed, I turned back to Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before saying, “Now you be good today Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah. I should be home around seven; do you want me to pick up something for dinner?”

“Something maybe,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah suggested.

“How’s the booking of our trip going anyway honey? You’ve only got a couple of days more you know. Have you got it all finalized?” I asked as I moved, her eyes never leaving me as I backed towards the door.

“I finished yesterday Durgesh. I’ll give you all the details tonight. Bye, love you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah yelled as I finally slipped through the doorway.

“Allah, Yā Allah Oh God,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned aloud as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the front door slammed shut.

The fingers of her left hand were snaking down between her already damp thighs.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah watched herself in the wall mirror, facing the extremely expensive king sized bed.

She could see her engorged nether quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips , her erect clit, her fingers as they slowly spread her slit and penetrated her throbbing young adult highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

It almost hurt as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah arched upwards to meet her probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for my big Uncut Hindu Lund  still brought her to a shuddering orgasm in minutes.

Her frustration assuaged momentarily by her copious spending.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah brought her sopping fingers to her mouth and reveled in her taste, wishing only that it was mixed with My thick white Hindu sauce.

“Paris,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sucked her index finger, “Just four more days Durgesh. We’ll make love for the first time in Paris,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah promised herself aloud.

She’d often slipped into my extremely expensive king sized bed over the last eight years, ever since the day her Ammī had run off with her present Hindu lover, me, and left her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh.

It had always been innocent until last February, when she’d finally realized she didn’t want the boys her age who in increasing numbers were flocking around her; neither Shankar Mahāpralayankar nor Muħammad had come close to igniting the passion that I could arouse with just one kind look, one gesture, and one caress.

Lying in My extremely expensive king sized bed, still warm from my naked Hindu male body, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought back to that February night four months ago, that had precipitated everything that was now happening in her life.

FEBUARY 2002

I had surprised Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  on that night four months ago, taking her out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Makkah Mukarramah’s most glamorous night spots – her coming out party I had called it.

A celebration of her being accepted that week into the September 2002 Freshman Class of Harvard Medical University.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had worn high heels and her sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion.

Her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts were free under the low cut top.

The high slit in the dress was exposing her firm, long thighs with every step Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah made.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had been elated when I had come downstairs and my mouth had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah made.

“What?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded, surprised how good it felt to have her me so obviously excited watching her.

I gasped,

“You’re so beautiful Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” combined with the way my Hindu eyes roamed hungrily over her, excited her in a way she’d never been before.

He’s your stepfather, silly, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself, as I walked her arm-in-arm to the car.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah still remembered the comments her friends were always making about Durgesh, about how they’d love to be alone with me.

It was the perfect evening and I made Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, my Princess.

And Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah , with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat me like a real man, a sexy man, Not as her stepfather.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah danced with me closer than Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah would have normally.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah repeatedly bent over or adjusted her top deliberately so that I could have the view after view of her full erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts and her hard crimson nipples.

Sitting, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moved her dress so the slit was towards the front, her wispy thin red silk panties continually exposed to my hungry stare first, then shifting my eyes away deliberately.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah plastered herself against me as we danced; pushing her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples into my Hindu chest, grinding her mound into me as her fingers gently caressed my hair, my neck.

It was then that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it for the first time, felt my thick Hindu spear rubbing, probing urgently against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult stomach.

It seemed too big, dwarfing what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had felt when Shankar Mahāpralayankar, when Muħammad, when others had danced with her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was flushed with excitement when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual energy echoing between us.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was actually shaking as I escorted her to my exceptionally classy king sized bedroom door, new wild, impossible, irreligious sexual thoughts whirling through her brain.

Waiting, wondering what next, I surprised Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, simply presenting her a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

“What is it Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah opened the small rectangular box. “Allah, yā Allah, oh God,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah shrieked when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw the necklace of perfect white pearls sitting on a bed of black silk.

A card had slipped from the top of the box when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah went to lift the lustrous string, and recognizing My miniature scrawl, and shaking Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah read:

‘Dear Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,

I’m so proud of you Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah! No stepfather on Earth has ever been luckier than I – to have a young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you, is the best thing that could possibly have happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you home from the house of Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh. To think that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost incomprehensible. I’m so proud of you honey, how well you’ve done, what an outstanding person you’ve become.

There has never been anyone else in the world I have loved more than you have.

I can’t imagine having lived my life without you in it.

You bring so much joy into my life.

Thank you darling, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you so much.
Durgesh

p.s. Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I thought maybe you’d like to wear these pearls when we have dinner in Paris this summer.’

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought it was that Moment in time, when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah realized there was no one in the world she’d rather spend her life with, that there was no one else in the world Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to make love to more than Durgesh.

As Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stood sobbing in my arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had ever loved, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a surge of sexual attraction echo through her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her tongue, her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips, her nipples, her liquid insides, and her whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

Her fumblings with Shankar Mahāpralayankar, in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frantic grappling; sleepovers with Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī and Fātimah Imām, where they talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among themselves; and even the incidence with Muħammad, just weeks ago, none of these experiences had prepared her for what her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, are you okay?” finally penetrated into her foggy thoughts and brought her slowly back to a new reality.

“Oh Durgesh, your words, they’re so beautiful, thank you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, and then added, “You’re the only man I’ll ever love,” while she was pressing herself urgently into me as her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  hungrily sought my Hindu male lips.

She wanted me now to recognize the new Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, wanting me to feel as myself, wanting me to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel a shiver of excitement tremor through her body as our tongues met and explored and couldn’t help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against her stomach.

“Sweetie!” I gasped as I pulled back from her, confusion and desire dueling on my face.

After spinning in my arms, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah ended up facing away from me.

Her firm gorgeous young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum pushed back against my Hindu erection.

My Hindu hands were suddenly full of her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

For just a millisecond Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers caress her, squeeze her, before I dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling,

“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I’m sorry, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I didn’t..”

“Can you attach them Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, ignoring my apology as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slipped the pearls into my left hand and leaned back against my chest.

“Of course honey,” I said eagerly, clearly glad to have something innocent to do, relieved that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t seemed to notice my furtive touch.

My hands were like satin as they moved over her shoulders and gently caressed her neck as I lifted her long blond curls to bare her for my ring of pearls.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel my hot Hindu breath on her ear as I slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip free, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across her chest and between her heaving Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

“Oh Durgesh, they’re cold and they tickle me,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah complained with a giggle.

And then she lifted the top of her dress away from her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body, pretending she wanted to see the string of balls swinging between her tits, knowing I would see her full breasts, her now straining nipples as I slowly pulled the strand upward.

“Sorry honey, I’m a real butterfingers tonight,” I answered lightly when I finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind her neck.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel my Hindu sexual excitement throbbing exactly into the crack of her eagerly responding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān rear and knew I was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah herself deliberately pressed her young adult gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum taking my Uncut Hindu Lund more and more between her gorgeous plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Before I was even aware of it, my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass even to her asshole itself.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was so rock hard she couldn’t believe I was really fifty three as I claimed to be.

A grand need surged into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass to welcome my Uncut Hindu Lund into her bare young adult Musalmān ass.

“They’re beautiful,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sang as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah danced away from me and into her room, her song of joy a reflection of the happiness Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt at finding her life partner, her lover, her only future.

She had decided to Live in Relationship with me finally now, irrespective of what my own decision was.

Well, she could win me.

Can’t she?

“Look at the pearls Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah yelled laughing as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to dance in front of her mirror.

As I walked up behind her and watched her bemusedly in the mirror, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps off her shoulders and let her top drop to her waist, baring her firm, full orbs to my startled hard Hindu eyes.

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I admonished her as I stared uncertain somewhat, what to say, or where to look.

“They’re just breasts Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pooh pawed me, “everybody’s got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me,”

Then she started to twirl the necklace over her chest.

“They keep getting stuck on my nipples Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really feel. “Are they too long Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked suddenly, turning to me, squeezing one long, firm nipple between her thumb and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to me.

“They’re perfect honey,” I answered smiling, clearly now amused at my little young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters show, believing that this was an innocent stepdaughter’s play and not a dangerous sexual act.

“I had a perfect day Durgesh, I love you so much,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finished, yawning as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leaned into my strong, welcoming Hindu arms. “I’m so sleepy.”

“C’mon Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I’ll put you to extremely expensive king sized bed,” I said gruffly, my love for her was so clear.

As Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fell back on the extremely expensive king sized bed, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could see a Moment’s hesitation before my hands moved to her waist.

I pulled her dress over her hips and down her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs, leaving Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  naked except for her pearls and silk panties.

As I hung, her dress in her closet, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started to lower her red pants, struggling so that when I turned back her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were in the air and her panties only at mid-thigh.

“Here, let me help,” I offered in my most fatherly voice, as if I was just helping her with homework or the dishes.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t even feel the tremor in my fingers as I touched her.

“Do you like my new panties Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.

There was a tipsy, teasing tone still in her voice,

“I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite Hindu man.”

“That’s nice sweetie,” I responded, as I lifted her so I could get the sheet out from under her.

After finally getting her arranged and the sheet placed over her naked skin, I turned to go, whimpering a ‘goodnight darling’ as I started to back away.

“Stay for a few minutes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed my Hindu arm.

“What honey?”

“Lie next to me Durgesh, like you did when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was younger,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled drowsily, “stay with me until Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah falls asleep. Please. Will you?”

“Sure honey,” I agreed smiling, and after shedding her shoes and shirt and after a Moment’s hesitation her pants too.

I slipped under the sheet next to Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, down now to only my white boxers, and lying on my side watched her as I gently stroked her blond hair.

Feigning sleep, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled over and curled into me, ending so her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  were less than a half inch from my cheek, each of her breaths gently tickling me as her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts comfortably pressed into my strong Hindu chest.

I finally left, maybe two hours later, but Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew I had enjoyed sleeping next to my eighteen-year-old young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, the continuous Hindu hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund  against her smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān thigh was a graphic proof.

She smiled on her victory so far.*

I was still sleeping when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah entered my room the next morning, a question burning in her brain as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah urgently shook me awake, wanting an answer to something I had written in my letter.

“What honey?” I finally growled as my head emerged from under my sheet.

“What did you mean about Paris and pearls in your letter last night Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked impatiently.

“Oh that,” I answered nonchalantly as I sat up, not noticing how little of myself was covered.

“Oh that what?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah insisted.

“Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear?” I asked mysteriously as I reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to my extremely expensive king sized bed.

“No Durgesh, you know graduations on the 21st and then I’m free for the summer.”

Smiling I handed her the envelope which soon yielded two airplane tickets.

I was grinning as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slowly deciphered the itinerary.

“Makkah Mukarramah – Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah read. “But what does it mean Durgesh? Which two are going to Paris?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, more confused now than ever.

“Well, I thought that your ‘Durgesh darling’ and my lovely young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, ‘Miss Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah’ might just benefit from ten weeks touring the continent,” I said smugly, a wide grin impossible to hold back.

“But how? …. You have work… Where will we go? … Really… really, just the two of us?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered as joy flooded through her.

“Your ‘Durgesh darling’ has already told my colleagues and the HVSI administration that I will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tickets my dear,” I announced, clearly delighted at her surprise and happiness. “I feel that this might be my last chance to give my beautiful young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world.”

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t give me a chance to say another word as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leapt on top of me.

She was laughing and crying as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah covered me in her hot young adult kisses.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t help but notice my absolute Hindu nakedness as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah embraced me.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a frisson of both caution and excitement as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw my great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund for the first time, lying proudly between my legs, and even soft, it looked huge.

How big is it when it’s hard Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered as I asked, “Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I take it you’re free then?”

“Oh yes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah shouted, “Where are we going to go exactly?”

“That’s your job sweetie.”

“What!”

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I got the tickets – it’s up to you to decide where we’ll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and flights and whatever else you want.”

“But..”

“No buts my lovely young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, it’s your job.”

“Anywhere Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wants?”

“Your job!”

And that’s how I had left it and her those four months ago.

And ever since all she’d thought about was, my big great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund and how Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to convince me to let her have it for the rest of our lives!

SPRING 2002

In the months that followed, through March and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night.

We were suddenly in new unknown territory.

It was No longer just the innocent loving father- stepdaughter relationship we’d lived for eighteen years.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought it was easier for her.

Her youth was allowing her immediately to accept the fact Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted me as her lover, as her husband.

Oh, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew about society’s rejection of this forbidden love, of society’s criminalization of what we would do, but her mind had easily accepted what her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was demanding.

It was harder for me.

Society’s taboos against sleeping with one’s young adult stepdaughter were deeply ingrained in me.

While Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah welcomed what her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was demanding, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could see me continually fight my ever-increasing natural Hindu urges.

Everything Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah did over those months was directed at making me accept what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew was inevitable.

She was determined to have me as her life partner, her Live in Relationship Partner.

But still as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah studied the problem and ‘incest’ (?) in general, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned at what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah found.

The Young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters do love their Hindu stepfathers as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah did!

In fact, as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah read and studied, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah found that for someone like her, an only child whose Ammī had left her real Abbū, when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that she would try to take her Ammī’s place.

It was natural for a Musalmān stepdaughter that she shares her Hindu stepfather with her Ammī and becomes her Hindu stepfather’s new Musalmān girl.

Most of the Musalmān stepdaughters in history had married their Hindu stepfather irrespective of their huge age differences.

And the most pleasantly surprising fact was that such marriages were the most successful marriages throughout the entire human history.

“Because the Hindu stepfather is a tested husband for a Musalmān Beauty, her own Ammī.” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah argued.

Her friends watched her astonished at her new historical social discovery, incredibly.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah set out to seduce me over those months.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah dressed better, no more jeans or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that I couldn’t ignore the woman she’d become.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah made sure Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah hugged me every day, holding me each time just seconds longer than normal, making me feel the woman Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was.

She’d join me in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against me as we watched a rented movie I’d chosen.

Over those weeks and months I increasingly stayed home more than I had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner.

My social life was now evenings with my young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah even teased me from time to time, as she’d sit with me watching a movie.

She’d ask me why I wasn’t out with one of my many girlfriends, how come I was spending so much time at home.

“I’m only going to have you for a few more months, sweetie,” I’d reply as I hugged her.

Increasingly Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt and saw my excitement, the growing sexual desire I felt for her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  couldn’t help but notice the Hindu erections I’d grow as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wriggled against me.

Her loose robe allowed my roving Hindu eyes easy access to her full, firm Musalmān breasts.

We didn’t discuss what was happening to us over those months.

We were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly cautioned me.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew I was studying the problem, trying to face these ‘forbidden’ desires that were threatening to overwhelm me.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah found the books hidden in my extremely expensive king sized bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-young adult stepdaughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, irreligious sex.

My computers browsing history increasingly led her to the sites I had been surfing.

The sites had the accounts and the actual videos of the Hindu fathers.

They were making love to their young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters in them.*

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered all this as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah lay in My extremely expensive king sized bed that June morning, stroking herself.

It was a poor substitute for what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted, what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah needed.

But we’d be Europe soon, and then Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew it’d happen…

JUNE 23rd 2002 – PARIS

Our flight left Makkah Mukarramah airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty.

I drove our rented car towards our big upscale Five Star hotel on the left Bank.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started to talk, knowing Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to explain exactly what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had done before we got there.

“About the hotel Durgesh, our room,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started tentatively.

“Un huh,” I muttered, clearly engrossed in the passing city.

“The reservation Durgesh, it’s…. I mean to say it’s…” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered.

“What Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked, taking my eye of the road for a second to look at her, a big smile on my face.

“Well…. I sorta did something strange … it was really a mistake at first, I mean I didn’t plan it… it just happened. When I booked, and then I….. well, I just kinda let it go, I… you might not, I don’t know, like it or…”

“C’mon honey spit it out,” I ordered as my hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed her thigh.

“Well,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started again.

Her face was now scrunched up in a near grimace,

“The hotel might be expecting a married couple Durgesh, a couple on their honeymoon.”

“Huh, how come?” I asked, a confused look crossing my face, my fingers Momentarily tightening on her bare upper leg.

Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah explained,

“When I filled in the online registration form Durgesh, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened… well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Mr. Durgesh  and Mrs. Durgesh.”

I was dumbfounded.

So that was it?

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had deliberately registered us as Hindu husband and Musalmān wife.

She went on,

“ I don’t know, I didn’t change it… you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really didn’t need two rooms for just two people, I mean we’d save money this way and…”

“And why would they think we were on our honeymoon Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Well that’s sorta complicated Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled.

“This is just a problem with our hotel in Paris, right, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

There was a touch of both anger and amusement in my voice.

“Well not exactly Durgesh.” Seeing a scowl spreading across my face, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sped on, “It just seemed like a good idea Durgesh, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we’ll save money and some of them offered special extras for newlyweds and…”

“So we’re Hindu man and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, and Istanbul honey?” I asked.

The fingers of my free hand were now back on the steering wheel and were tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly?

“Yes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, then added more confidently, “but remember you did give me full responsibility for booking the…”

I was quiet for minutes but Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah resisted the urge to break in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to me, that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to wait, to let me decide, react.

“We haven’t talked about…. Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mean, you know, about what’s happened between us,…” I finally started my caution was now evident in my confident, yet unsure voice.

Getting no immediate response from her I went on,

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know what you think honey,… since your birthday Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mean,…that you’ve felt something different for me, for your Durgesh darling,… that maybe something…”

I kept taking quick glances at Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  as I spoke, clearly uncomfortable somewhat hoping she’d help me.

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know I should have said something before,” I went on, “I’ve wanted to but … if I’ve led you to believe that….. that maybe you thought my body’s reaction to you meant something it really didn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t sweetie… Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, we’re here,”

I swore in exasperation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel.

“Let’s not worry about it for tonight honey,” I finally said, watching her as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, “we’ll just book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you can’t go on thinking we …”

“Yes Durgesh, I’m sorry about everything, but till then will you please act as if I’m your beloved Musalmān wife and you are my precious Hindu husband? Please, I plead with you.” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, one tear sliding down her cheek.*

“Ah Docteur, Madame Durgesh, bienvenue, welcome,” was what greeted Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. “We gave you our best suite…. No extra charge,” the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a broad smile on my face, “We don’t often get newlyweds.”

“Merci beaucoup monsieur,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “We’re so tired monsieur,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said turning to the manager, “We’d just like to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up?”

“Certainement, Madame,” my whole body signaling approval as my eyes hungrily roved over her young, ripe body, wishing it was I who was going to spend the night in her extremely expensive king sized bed.

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large extremely expensive king sized bedroom with its king size extremely expensive king sized bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony open to a vista that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

“Ta da,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finally announced smugly to me, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the fruit basket, the chocolates, and the champagne cooling… “So now, what do you think of my little subterfuge my dear husband?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah danced around me, a broad grin on her face.

“Not bad Mrs. Durgesh,” I finally conceded. “Now go and get your shower, our dinner will be here soon,” I ordered smiling, giving her a gentle slap on her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started towards the washroom.

“Would you like to share with me Durgesh? I think I read they have a water shortage over here,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah offered with a twinkle in her eager ravenous extremely beautiful extremely naughty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes,

“Go!” I ordered laughing, as I watched her pull her sweater over her head, and Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew my eyes were still on her bare back as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started towards the door.

Dropping her little, black, silk demi-bra as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah walked, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew I was imagining every jiggle of her round full Musalmān tits.*

“What are you so happy about young lady?” I asked later when I finally emerged from the washroom and shower, my Hindu  body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

“Nothing,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stood up.

Her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts were jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was her only covering, a robe I’d bought just for tonight.

‘Allah, Ya Allah, oh God, he’s handsome!’ Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, as I moved confidently towards her, my muscular Hindu body seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.

“And dinner?” I asked but before Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the door.

I pivoted and moved to answer it.

then I let in a thin, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart.

“Monsieur, Madame,” he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me.

When he saw what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was wearing.

My eyes rushed to her cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the thin silk, to the hem of her robe, only just covering her blond curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the table, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked.

Finally, he was pushed out of the room by me, clutching the ten euros that had been offered to him, the front of my pants bulging outward.

“You might have given the poor man a heart attack.” I laughed as I turned back towards Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Well, at least some men find me attractive, Durgesh.”

“You’re wearing your pearls,” I finally responded as we both sat at the table.

“You said they were for Paris, Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts. “Do you like them?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.

“They’re beautiful honey,” I whimpered, not even noticing the pearls as I drank her in.

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us.

We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten weeks.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  had never visited Europe before.

She looked forward to visiting all the places she’d heard about all her life.

We were to visit the louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we’d soon see in person.

Finally, the meal was over and she wheeled the cart and dishes out the door.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sat.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her robe open, and knew her full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but didn’t care.

The bottle of Chateau Rothschild she’d emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower her last remaining inhibitions with me.

“Sit with me, Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said, patting the seat next to her in invitation as I hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa I watched her, my eyes flicking from her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts to her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān thighs, before meeting hers.

“You’re as bad as the bellboy,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled nervously, her sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital to her future happiness.

I moved towards her, and wrapping my arm around her shoulder and tucking her against my warm Hindu male body, started to talk.

“Oh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you so much honey. But not like this, not as a man and woman, …not as lovers,” I sputtered. “You’re my young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter. We can’t…Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah. I don’t think of you like that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I finished.

But my tentative words seemed to say more to convince myself, than her.

“You don’t want to love me Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.

“No sweetie… not like that,” I replied gravely.

Yet the bulge was rising in my robe belying every word.

“So why haven’t you gone out on a date for the last four months?”

“What?”

“You used to date all the time, now you never do,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah insisted.

“But I ….,” I smiled  before Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cut me off.

“Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on Hindu father-young adult Musalmān stepdaughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me about to protest.

She smiled,

“I read it too Durgesh, where it talks about incest, about love between Hindu fathers and young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughters.”

She stopped to watch my face then went on,

“Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about Hindu fathers making love with their young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughters, watching forbidden videos,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,

“How come you always get an erection every time I’m around you now?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to pound at me.

Her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were now spread, exposing herself fully to my grave looks.

“But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I protested.

“Yes even now,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah insisted, her hand sliding under my robe and grasping my thick Uncut Hindu Lund. “Fuck me Durgesh, please fuck me,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cried as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moved on top of me, straddling me as I sat, my long Hindu pole now leaping upwards as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah spread my robe.

“Honey, we can’t,” I protested gravely, “it’s wrong sweetie. Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve got your whole life ahead you,”

I groaned as her arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as I rejected her.

“Bullshit Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moved her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips against my Hindu male lips, burying her tongue deep in my mouth.

“If it’s so wrong Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finally gasped, “How come there’s ten million hits when you type in Hindu father-young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughter incest on Yahoo, how come there’s been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it? If it’s so unusual, so perverted how come a million Hindu fathers are sleeping with their young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughters tonight? How come Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, GOD, IMĀMZĀDĪ SĀJIDAH MUĦAMMAD ÅBDULLAH,” I finally roared, a primeval sexual scream bursting from my lips as I stood, effortlessly lifting her and then carrying her towards the extremely expensive king sized bedroom.

Watching my eyes as I carried her, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had a Moment of panic, of fear, as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw the raw Hindu male lust burning deep inside me, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had made a mistake, if we weren’t about to cross some inviolate line.

I pulled her gaping robe off her shoulders as I walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the extremely expensive king sized bed.

Throwing her on top of the sheets Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fell back spread-eagled.

Her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were now hanging over the edge of the extremely expensive king sized bed.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  watched transfixed, as I almost tore her robe as I fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally I stood naked between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

My angry Uncut Hindu Lund was now thrusting upward, pulsing in its Hindu eagerness to be buried deep in her pink, moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān sheathe.

“Durgesh!” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled, scared now, convinced now it’d never fit, that it would split her.

Allah, God, it’s three times the size of Muħammad’s Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought.

I grabbed her rear cheeks and easily lifted her up.

I carried her backwards up the extremely expensive king sized bed as I crawled between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

My thick Uncut Hindu organ was now bouncing between her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs as I lowered my lips onto hers.

“Oh Durgesh yesssss,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned as I felt her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips.

I moved my tongue over her chin and down onto an aching nipple.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt first slowly  and then fiercely  my Uncut Hindu Lund  slip inside her, her hips arching upward in her ferocious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female lust.

“Oh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, you feel so good, so perfect,” I groaned as I pumped my Uncut Hindu Lund  in and out of her, finally bringing it to her mouth where she tasted her famous Hindu stepfather’s infamous Uncut Hindu Lund  for the first time.

Her hand stole to my great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund as I inhaled her aroma.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah grasped me and tried to pull me into her waiting young adult highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, already open and awash with her juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

Durgesh  DARLING PLEASE,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wailed, begging me.

“We have all night honey,” the strong, confident, sexy Hindu father she’d always known now back in control.

All need for further artifice on her part now gone, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was finally going to be made love to by the only man she’d ever loved.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t need any more foreplay.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah craved.

As I ran my hands from her hair down over her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts, stopping just for a second to tease her already puffy nipples, and then down to her hips and her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stared transfixed at the infamous Hindu pole that seemed to rise from between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah trembled when my hands moved over her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I pulled her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs apart, positioning me so my incredibly large Uncut Hindu Lundhead rested lightly against her distended Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān clit.

“Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned as I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund so that it was perfectly aligned with her opening and gently pushed, steadily forcing the head into her.

“DURGESH,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cried again, now convinced I’d never fit, her nether quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  stretched wide, seemingly incapable of accepting me.

“It’s too big Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered as I continued my Hindu assault on her.

“Aaaaaaaahh Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the head pop through, and as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  close behind the thick Hindu head and tighten on the blue veined Uncut Hindu Shaft.

I worked slowly now, first feeding her three more inches before retreating, gradually working more of myself into her as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah adjusted to me, to my Hindu thickness, to my Hindu length.

And then I was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.

She watched me kneeling between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

My hands were lifting and separating her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

I started a steady rhythm of long, deep Hindu strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body stretching with each Hindu stroke, endlessly opening and closing on me, lubricating me as I pumped, coating the long Uncut Hindu Shaft with her juice, welcoming this alien Hindu intruder into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān center.

Faster and faster I pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equal response from her now shuddering centre.

As I lay on top of her and seized her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips  in mine, my Uncut Hindu Lund  penetrating her.

Her hips started relentlessly to move over me, pushing my now throbbing Uncut Hindu Shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned silently as her first spasm shuddered through her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body, as her insides throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of universally renowned Hindu sperm to flood us.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah locked her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs around my Hindu back and met every Hindu thrust as the feeling crashed through her, the liquid melting at her core.

“OH MY DARLING Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned or maybe screamed as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my big great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund jerk inside her, followed by a liquid explosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing opening in her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān depths, an acceptance of my Hindu seed.

“IMĀMZĀDĪ SĀJIDAH MUĦAMMAD ÅBDULLAH, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, OH GOD, IMĀMZĀDĪ SĀJIDAH MUĦAMMAD ÅBDULLAH,” I moaned as the last liquid spasm of my Uncut Hindu Lund filled her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was sweating, whimpering, and trembling when I finally pulled my still semi-hard spear from her, its wet head wearing our ashvinātam orgasmic juices like a proud cloak.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slid down my Hindu body, unable to resist the urge to taste me, engulfing my fat Uncut Hindu Lundhead hungrily into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah milked the last drops of my Hindu cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God,  baby, gently,” my darling warned me, still panting, as one of her hands continued to pump me relentlessly while the other found and squeezed my tightened sack and balls, all the while trying to stuff even more of me into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

As Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah gulped me in I twirled me around and seconds later felt me in control now, before I finally found her throbbing clitoris, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My hard organ instantly restarted the liquid oozing, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to her inevitable orgasm.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought she’d go crazy as I fucked her once again, writhing and thrashing on my miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund.

Yes, she was not listening now about the legendary miracles of Uncut Hindu Lund.

She was lucky enough to experience them herself now inside her:

‘Sab kuchh Kħudā sé māng liyā

Tujhko māngkar,

Uŧhté nahīn hain haath méré,

Is duåā ké båd.’

I grasped her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt  and pulled me back, holding me spread to her lips.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could only swallow five or six inches of my Uncut Hindu Lund  but her mouth and two hands continued to work me as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sucked me in and soon felt the first twitching of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was shouting incoherently as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah came, her voice garbled by the fat great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund spurting urgently in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce I continued to pump into her.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! At fifty three you are fucking this Jet Musalmān Beauty miraculously. That’s why we Musalmān Beauties love you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  ” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finally gasped and with cum oozing from her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān labial lips  moved up my body and kissed me.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could taste her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she sucked me.

She licked my universally renowned Hindu sperm from my Uncut Hindu Lund directly.

I fucked her continuously nonstop for a complete month.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was overwhelmed.

She couldn’t believe she was enjoying so much incredible sex with me.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!

I fucked Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah almost in every sex position she could imagine.

All her fantasies were already fulfilled.

Now I was fucking Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah in doggy position.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!

‘Sab kuchh Kħudā sé māng liyā

Tujhko māngkar,

Uŧhté nahīn hain haath méré,

Is duåā ké båd.’”

“Sālī, you are telling me this every day.”

“And I would keep telling you this every day, till I exist. So, stop reminding me that I’m telling you this every day.”

“Aren’t you giving it more importance than necessary?”

“No.”

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!”

“It’s the most important thing in my life that you fuck me nonstop till I live.”

“That’s what I’m doing. Am I not?”

“Sure, my darling, sure. But I can’t understand how are you doing this miracle?”

I winked at her,

“Sālī, that’s my personal secret.”

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, nothing personal now between us.” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her immensely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks once more into my nude Hindu male pubic area.

She enjoyed doing it very much.

I too enjoyed it not less than Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah.*

 Chapter 5

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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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 3

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 3

Durgesh Safiyah Muħammad

Safiyah Muħammad and Muħammad were the adventurous types.

On their honeymoon, they travelled to a tropical Caribbean island well off the beaten tourist track.

The island didn’t even have an airport.

They had to take a long boat ride from Antigua.

The hotel was primitive by modern standards, but they liked the solitude and wild location.

Muħammad was 26, a stockbroker for a leading Wall Street firm, and Safiyah Muħammad worked for a non-profit organization.

She was 21, blond and green-eyed, about 5′ 6″.

They were crazy about each other and were looking forward to some time away from work.

Safiyah Muħammad came from a very traditional Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  family.

She refused to have sex before their marriage.

Muħammad was especially looking forward to enjoying her gorgeous young Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body during their honeymoon.

One night soon after their arrival, they went for a walk down the deserted and wild beach.

It was an incredibly romantic warm night, and the moon was shining.

Muħammad bought Safiyah Muħammad a tiny green bikini at the hotel shop, one that she would never pick out for herself since she was so shy about her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body.

Muħammad insisted that she wear it to the beach.

Muħammad was really enjoying watching her cute Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt sway as they walked down the empty beach.

Safiyah Muħammad worked out in the gym almost every day to keep her girlish figure, but her breasts were anything but girlish.

Her large, firm, round bosom filled her bikini top almost to bursting, revealing a deep cleavage.

The tiny pink nipples poked clearly through the thin fabric.

The bikini bottom barely covered her tight round extremely gorgeous exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt.

Muħammad was thinking that when they were far away from the hotel they could make love on the beach, although Muħammad knew it would take some convincing, since Safiyah Muħammad was so modest.

She would probably resist making love outside, where somebody might discover them.

Once Muħammad started touching her in the right places, however, Muħammad knew her resistance would melt.

Muħammad had discovered during their honeymoon that his modest young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bride actually enjoyed sex as much as Muħammad did and was quite uninhibited once she became aroused.

As they walked along the beach, farther and farther from any lights or people, they were surprised to see a bonfire ahead, and some young Hindu men and Musalmān women, apparently locals, drinking and partying.

When they walked by, they saw them, and someone yelled out, “Hey dude, want a beer?”

Safiyah Muħammad looked at Muħammad and shook her head “no,” but Muħammad wanted to be friendly with the locals, so Muħammad accepted.

Muħammad opened the can of beer they gave him and gave it to Safiyah Muħammad.

Then Muħammad took another for himself.

There were about seven Hindu guys and only 2 Musalmān girls.

They were definitely not tourists, the way they looked and talked.

The Hindu guys were dark, young, and muscular, wearing only bathing suits, and the Musalmān girls were wearing bikinis.

There was one big Hindu  guy.

The two Musalmān girls looked at Muħammad’s wife with resentment, since all the Hindu guys were obviously checking out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tits and ass.

Muħammad felt a little uncomfortable with the way they were looking at her, but Muħammad didn’t think they would try anything, especially with two other Musalmān girls there.

Muħammad found out the Hindu guys were not from the island, but had come there to work on a construction project.

They were all pretty big and tan, especially compared to Muħammad.

One of the guys introduced himself as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.

He seemed like the unofficial leader of the bunch.

They were all half-drunk and quite loud and rowdy.

Muħammad told them they were on their honeymoon, and they insisted on celebrating with some tequila.

They passed the bottle to Muħammad.

Muħammad tried to decline, but they insisted, so Muħammad took a slug that burned all the way down.

Then they tried to give some of it to Muħammad’s wife, but she refused steadfastly.

When Muħammad handed the bottle back, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī seemed offended.

Suddenly they weren’t so friendly anymore but looked threatening.

“What’s the matter with our booze, little Musalmān girl? Think you’re too good for us?”

He took the bottle and shoved it to her face to try to make her drink.

At that point, Muħammad stepped forward to push him away from Muħammad’s wife, but as soon as Muħammad touched him, he punched Muħammad in the face.

Muħammad flipped over backward.

Muħammad felt warm blood in his mouth.

When Muħammad got up again, someone grabbed Muħammad from behind and held his arms behind his back so Muħammad couldn’t move.

Muħammad’s wife screamed.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said to her,

“Look little wifey, if you don’t want your husband to get hurt, you better drink some tequila.”

“That’s all you want?” she asked in terror.

The guys all laughed when she said that.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī responded,

“Sure, that’s all we want. Both of you drink our tequila and then you can go. We get very insulted if you don’t drink with us. But if you do, we’ll let you go.”

He gave the tequila bottle to her and she timidly took a swig.

All the Hindu guys and Musalmān girls were cheering her on.

They insisted that Safiyah Muħammad drink more and more.

Muħammad was surprised that the two Musalmān girls didn’t defend Safiyah Muħammad and Muħammad, but they were apparently eager to see his young blond Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife humiliated.

Muħammad tried to struggle free, but the guy holding Muħammad from behind was about twice his size.

There was nothing, Muħammad could do.

Then they took the bottle, held it up to his lips and forced Muħammad to drink it too.

They kept forcing them both to drink more and more tequila, until they were both half-drunk and feeling no pain.

Meanwhile the guy holding Muħammad kept twisting his arm behind his back so Muħammad couldn’t get loose.

There was some music playing from a portable stereo.

One of the construction workers grabbed Muħammad’s wife, and said,

“Hey, let’s dance! I want to dance with the new bride.”

Muħammad’s wife yelled, “No!” and started to stagger away, but they shoved her into the middle of the group and yelled at her to dance.

She looked at Muħammad to let him know that she didn’t have any choice.

They started moving her lithe Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body a little in time with the music.

The Hindu guy dancing drew her close and put his hands on her extremely beautiful gorgeous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt.

Safiyah Muħammad twisted away violently and tried to escape, but someone grabbed her and pushed her back into his arms.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī told her,

“You better cooperate, Safiyah Muħammad darling or we’ll hurt your husband.”

Then he came up and punched Muħammad hard in the stomach.

The guy holding Muħammad let go.

Muħammad collapsed to the ground in agony.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī commanded one of the Musalmān girls,

“Tie him up so he didn’t interfere. We are celebrating an ashvinātam wedding here.”

The Musalmān girl was only too glad to obey, and while one of the Hindu men held Muħammad’s hands behind his back, she wound a rope around his wrists and tied it so tight that it practically cut off his circulation.

Muħammad was left lying on the ground, while the Hindu men took turns “dancing” with Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī hugged Muħammad’s wife to his Hindu crotch, while grabbing her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass and breasts, grinding his hard Uncut Hindu Penis  against her.

Another guy grabbed her from behind, and they pressed her between them—one guy grinding against her soft tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī  humping against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān crotch through her bikini.

Safiyah Muħammad was in tears, but too terrified and drunk now to resist.

One of the other guys, a massive thick Hindu man, said,

“Hey, isn’t it a tradition to kiss the bride? Everybody gets to the kiss the bride!”

He didn’t ask her what she thought of this idea, but just grabbed her and kissed her hard on her full Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips while pinching her nipples roughly through the thin bikini.

Then they all took turns “kissing the bride” while Muħammad lay helpless on the ground.

Her lips were soon red and swollen from the mauling they gave her.

One of guys rubbed her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass through her thin bikini.

Another Hindu palmed her large proud erect Musalmān breasts.

They took the opportunity to fondle her as they kissed her in turn.

Muħammad could see his wife, Safiyah Muħammad, breathing heavily from all the excitement.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī winked at and told Safiyah Muħammad,

“Ok, now it’s time to show us your tits.”

She shook her head,

“No.”

“C’mon,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī urged her, “take off that top so we can check out your Musalmān titties. You got some nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts there lady, why don’t you show them off? We just want to look.”

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, stood helpless in the middle of the group of Hindu strangers.

She asked,

“Will you let us go if I take off my top?”

They hooted and hollered wildly in response.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī assured her,

“Don’t worry little Musalmān girl. We’ll be perfect gentlemen. Won’t we guys?”

The Hindu guys all yelled “yea!” in agreement.

Suddenly it grew very quiet on the deserted beach as Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, stood awkwardly in the middle and tried to decide what to do.

She looked at Muħammad for advice, but Muħammad didn’t know what to say or do.

Slowly then she reached around back and untied the string holding up her bikini top.

It fell to the beach and her full round breasts stood out in the blazing firelight for all to see, rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

The little nipples were red and erect.

The Hindu guys erupted in cheers, and urged her to take off the bottom too.

Safiyah Muħammad covered her tits with her arms and tried to run away, but they pushed her back into the center of the ring.

One of the Hindus grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back so that her tits stood out proudly for all to see.

“Time for another kiss, little Musalmān girl” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī  said menacingly.

He put his arms around her, kissed and sucked on her tits hungrily while Safiyah Muħammad cried.

“Wait a minute,” she said, “you said you would let us go!”

He ignored her protests and continued sucking her breasts and erect nipples.

Muħammad remembered that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s breasts were very sensitive, and Muħammad wondered if she could be getting turned on from this stimulation.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī pushed Safiyah Muħammad down to her knees and ordered her,

“Take it out.”

Everybody knew what he meant.

His engorged Uncut Hindu Penis could be seen clearly straining through his tight swim shorts.

Safiyah Muħammad looked at Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   and shook her head “no.”

Muħammad struggled against his bonds, but it was hopeless.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was so fastidious that she would never give Muħammad a blowjob, or even kiss or lick his dick.

“Look, little wifey, if you don’t want to get fucked by all of us, you better give me a nice sweet blowjob. That’s your choice, and you better hurry up, because my company love nothing better than a young blond Musalmān pussy,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī threatened.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, hesitated and looked around fearfully.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī took his enormous Uncut Hindu Penis, already half hard, out of his swim shorts and shoved it in her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān face.

Safiyah Muħammad kept her lips shut tightly, but Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   grabbed her long thick blond hair and batted her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān face with his huge club-like Uncut Hindu Penis.

Then he put it back to her lips and pulled on her hair viciously.

Safiyah Muħammad cried out in pain,

“Ooowwww!” and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī took advantage of her open mouth to shove his Uncut Hindu Lund  down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat.

The Uncut Hindu Lund filling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth stifled her cry.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could only say “Mmmppphhh” in surprise at the large Uncut Hindu Penis invading her lips.

“No teeth, remember gringa. Give me a good blow job, and they won’t touch your precious little Musalmān pussy.”

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī held her head still while he plunged his Uncut Hindu Lund down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was choking and sobbing.

Her lips were tightly stretched around the Uncut Hindu Lund, which barely fit into her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

At first he could fit only about a quarter of his long thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth , but he kept pushing, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper and deeper down her long aristocratic throat, as she was forced to deep throat him.

Muħammad was amazed to see that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was taking about 8 of his 12 inches down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat.

Moreover he was shamefully surprised that he imagined it was not Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī ‘s Uncut Hindu Lund, instead his own cut Musalmān nūnī was into his wife Safiyah Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

‘Sālī,’ Muħammad found himself imagining to say, ‘never took my cut Musalmān nūnī even, into your over sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth. Now take Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s dirty Uncut Hindu Lund and suck it. Fuck, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī , fuck my over religious over sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife so that she should be ashamed of herself and never refuse me for anything out of way.’

Muħammad was amazed on his own thoughts.

Allah, what is this he is thinking?

He felt a shiver going through his entire body.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   let go of her head, and she took her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth  off, choking and sobbing.

But Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   grabbed her head again and pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund  back down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat.

It was incredibly sexy to see Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, on her knees with her large breasts exposed, her long blond hair, and cute upturned nose, giving a blowjob to this muscular young Hindu man.

After a while, he let go of her head, and Muħammad saw that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was now herself willing sucking him tightly and plunging her head down over his Uncut Hindu Lund.

Muħammad could see his Uncut Hindu Lund making Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s cheeks and throat bulge.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, grabbed Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s  thick Hindu legs for support and even ran her beautiful Musalmān hands up and down his thick hairy Hindu leg as she pleasured Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī .

Muħammad couldn’t believe that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, would cooperate with this Hindu rapist, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī .

Muħammad hoped that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was just trying to get him off faster so that they could escape.

“Hey gringo, Muħammad.  Sālé, Your wife gives good head. Safiyah Muħammad likes my big hard Uncut Hindu Lund,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī laughed.

Then Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, reached up and cupped his balls in her hand, pulling on them very gently.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī  grimaced in pleasure, his body stiffened, and he started coming into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a yell.

When she realized that he was coming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth , she tried to pull away, but he grabbed her head tightly as he pumped his Hindu load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Her eyes widened as his hot Hindu salty come filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and dribbled out the corners of her mouth.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   continued to fuck her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face until he had emptied his huge Hindu balls.

When he let go of Safiyah Muħammad’s head, she pulled back and coughed violently, Hindu come dripping down her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and onto her breasts.

Any hope that Safiyah Muħammad and Muħammad  might be released after getting Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī  off was dashed when another muscular young Hindu man, Shankar Mahā Rudr, stepped up for his blow job.

He pulled down his shorts and stuck his Uncut Hindu Lund into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s face.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was not as long as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s, but thicker, almost like a baseball bat.

Muħammad didn’t see how Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could ever fit that monster into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

But Safiyah Muħammad seemed resigned now to getting the Hindu men’s Uncut Hindu Lunds off in order to save their lives.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, closed her eyes and opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth obediently, and Shankar Mahā Rudr  pushed his thick Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Her eyes widened at his huge Hindu girth and she tried to pull back, but Shankar Mahā Rudr grabbed her head and forced his thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

After a minute Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, became used to the large Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth , and started sucking as best as she could.

Muħammad could hardly believe it when Muħammad saw her reach up and caress his Hindu ass, pulling Shankar Mahā Rudr  deeper into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Then Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them.

Muħammad heard her moan with a humming sound “Mmmmmmmm” as she blew Shankar Mahā Rudr.

Finally Shankar Mahā Rudr  groaned in pleasure and let loose another load of hot Hindu come into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Muħammad saw her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat working as she tried to swallow all Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Hindu come, but there was too much.

Come spilled out onto her cheeks and dribbled down onto her large white breasts, adding to the come already sprinkled on her breasts and face from Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.

“Hey, your wife swallows, gringo. She’s a good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān whore,” Shankar Mahā Rudr exclaimed.

One of the Musalmān girls shouted out spitefully,

“Hey Hindus, why don’t you fuck the rich little Musalmān blond? I bet she’s got a tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  for your Uncut Hindu Lunds.”

The Hindus all yelled in agreement, seeming to forget or ignore Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s promise not to touch her pussy.

The grabbed her and threw her down onto a big red blanket.

Hands grabbed her bikini bottom and ripped it off, revealing her tight round Musalmān ass and blond Musalmān pussy.

Up till now, nobody had ever sampled that sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot except for Muħammad himself.

In fact, Safiyah Muħammad was practically a virgin, since they had been married only a few days ago.

Muħammad’s new wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was completely naked now.

She struggled valiantly, but two big Hindus each held one arm out, and the two Musalmān girls wearing bikinis each grabbed one of her long legs, leaving her spread-eagled and pinned to the ground.

Her large firm breasts, spattered with thick Hindu come, stuck out to the sky, and her neatly manicured tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed for all to see.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said,

“Hey Durgesh, why don’t try her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot first. I bet she’s never enjoyed an Uncut Hindu Lund before.”

Medium Hindu man, a solid muscle, I pulled down my shorts to reveal a long thick snake of a Uncut Hindu Lund, about 10 inches long and very thick.

How would that monster ever fit in her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?

Safiyah Muħammad had sex for the first time in her life only a couple of days ago.

Of course, Muħammad had been very gentle and slow, and his cut Musalmān nūnī  was only an average two inches.

Now his modest new wife was about to be raped with a huge great Uncut Hindu Lund.

Muħammad struggled violently against his ropes, but to no avail.

Muħammad could only watch helplessly as a Hindu  stranger raped his new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife.

Durgesh kneeled in front of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s naked exposed body and rubbed his hard Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her blond furry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, struggled feebly against her bonds as his great Uncut Hindu Lund touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Durgesh leaned forward and pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

It opened.

“Ooohhhh noooooo,” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, yelled in pain.

But Durgesh kept pushing his way slowly into her blond Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, splitting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips wider and wider.

He was evidently having problems fitting his huge Uncut Hindu Lund into her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī,  Man o man!” I exclaimed. “This is one tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Sure feels good.”

I became excited and started to push harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

“Oooooohhhhhhh,” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, moaned in pain.

Over and over, I  pushed my way into the depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot like a wild bull or stallion.

I was so big, and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, so tight, that it took about a dozen Hindu thrusts before I was fully embedded, my huge Uncut Hindu Lund reaching places that had never been touched before.

He fucked her vigorously, pushing his Uncut Hindu Lund up to the hilt, and grinding his Hindu pubes against hers.

My hairy Hindu ass was in between her wide spread Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān legs, humping her like an animal.

Muħammad couldn’t imagine how Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could fit such a huge Uncut Hindu Penis in her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān vagina.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was incredibly tight when they had sex and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, complained about how big his average-size cut Musalmān nūnī  was.

Now that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was pinned helplessly by my hard Uncut Hindu Lund, the Hindu men and Musalmān women let go of her legs and arms.

There was no way Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could escape with this big Hindu man in between her legs.

There was obviously no point in trying to resist or push me off, so Safiyah Muħammad lay there helplessly, her arms and legs spread wide, while I fucked her.

It was strange to see the contrast of the Hindu man’s hairy body intertwined with his blond wife’s white limbs.

“Oh! oh! oh!” she said in time to my Hindu thrusts, whether in pain or pleasure it wasn’t clear.

Everybody stood around and watched the spectacle of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, being fucked by me.

As the Hindu  stranger fucked Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad,, Muħammad was ashamed to see that his own cut Musalmān nūnī  was inexplicably becoming hard.

One of the Musalmān girls, Ħamd, noticed and said,

“Hey look everybody. The gringo is excited to see his wife getting fucked by Durgesh ! Hey wife, did you know that your husband enjoys seeing you fuck a Hindu man?”

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, looked over at Muħammad in surprise, and Muħammad turned his head away in extreme shame.

The brown-haired girl came over to where Muħammad was laying on the sand helplessly, his hands tied behind his back, and she pulled his shorts down, exposing his two-inch hard on.

“Your cut Musalmān nūnī  is so small man, how can you make your wife happy. Of course she needs a big Hindu man to fuck her.”

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī  came forward to watch Muħammad.

Then he reached down and started stroking his Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Would the little impotent Musalmān  like some relief?” the Musalmān girl, Ħamd, asked humiliating Muħammad.

She was intent on humiliating him in front of the group and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad,.

She put her hand around his hard cut Musalmān nūnī  and pumped vigorously, and in just a minute Muħammad erupted all over her hand, while she giggled in amusement.

Ħamd continued pumping until she had drained his balls, and then she shoved her come-covered hand in his face.

Ħamd ordered Muħammad to clean her up.

Muħammad had no choice but to lick his own salty come off her hand.

Meanwhile I continued to fuck Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad.

Muħammad noticed that she kept her legs wide and put her knees up, feet on the ground, affording me  easy access to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Ooohhhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Mmmmnnnn! Mmmmnnmph!” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was moaning now in what seemed to be a combination of pleasure and pain.

“Hey man, your wife’s got a juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, man. She’s enjoying this.”

“I think the new husband wants to see his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife get fucked close-up,” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said.

He and another Hindu man dragged Muħammad over to where Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was getting fucked.

They stuck his head between her legs, right next to where my great Uncut Hindu Lund was plunging in and out of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, splitting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips wide.

Muħammad could see that indeed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was very wet, and juice dripped from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot onto the blanket underneath.

My huge Hindu balls slapped up against her extremely beautiful gorgeous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt as I fucked her.

Muħammad was amazed to see Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s butt begin to move and respond to my great Hindu fucking; her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass  rising up to Meet my utmost powerful Hindu thrusts.

Muħammad thought Muħammad heard her groan in pleasure and then her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass moved rhythmically, humping up against me, meeting me thrust for vigorous thrust.

“Ooooohhh! Yesssss!! Ooohhh god. That feels sooo. . . good!” Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, said in ecstasy.

“Ooo weee, this girl is hot. She’s coming all over my Uncut Hindu Lund man. Safiyah Muħammad likes it,” I smiled.

As Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad humped up against me, Muħammad watched the juice start to run freely out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Muħammad knew that Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was indeed coming all over my big great Uncut Hindu Lund.

Then Muħammad saw my balls tighten up to my body as I fucked her harder and deeper.

Muħammad heard me groan loudly with joy, and Muħammad knew that I was filling Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, up with my Hindu  come.

Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, wasn’t on the pill and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān womb was filling up with a Hindu stranger’s hot juicy Hindu sperm. Sure enough, the white thick Hindu  cream overflowed out of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, down her awfully stunning gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and onto the blanket.

Thrust after thrust after thrust, I continued pumping Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, full of my hot Hindu come.

She moaned and groaned in pleasure, meeting my Hindu  thrusts with her tight round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Finally, I finished, and clambered up off Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad. Muħammad saw Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretched and oozing come, and Muħammad was close enough to smell her sex juices mingled with mine.

But immediately, I climbed once again, into the saddle of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s legs and stuck my Uncut Hindu Lund into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, once more.

She didn’t even attempt to close her legs, but instead welcomed me now to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān arms.

The tan buttocks of mine humped her vigorously, and again Muħammad was forced to watch as my heavy balls slapped up against Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s tight Musalmān ass.

After a few minutes, Muħammad saw Safiyah Muħammad ass start to move in rhythmic contractions of orgasm.

“Ooohhh, yes. Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck me.” Muħammad was surprised to hear his new bride using such language.

Safiyah Muħammad wrapped her legs and arms tightly around my brown Hindu male body, sucked on my tongue, and orgasmed with evident intensity in response to my fucking.

Soon enough, I came too with a loud grunt as I emptied another load of my Hindu come into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

If Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, become pregnant, Muħammad thought, there would be no way to know whose baby it was, unless it was a Hindu  baby.

After the second round finished, yet in another round I fucked her, and Muħammad was forced to watch again.

After I got off her, Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was a slimy mess, dripping with my Hindu  come of three rounds.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī said,

“I think the gringo Muħammad, should clean up his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot for us. It’s getting pretty messy.”

His head was already between her legs, so it was an easy matter for them to stick his face in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and order Muħammad to lick and suck her clean.

Muħammad really didn’t have any choice but to lick and suck up my Hindu  come that oozed from Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Of course there was plenty of Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s juice too.

Muħammad kept sucking and licking until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was quite clean, and as Muħammad sucked on her clitoris, Muħammad was amazed to see her respond by humping against his mouth.

She reached down held his face tight to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she humped against Muħammad’s mouth and came again with a huge groan.

The men watching all laughed loudly to watch this, and as Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot spasmed in pleasure, she pushed another big load of come onto his face, which Muħammad was forced to lick clean.

After Muħammad was done, cleaning her up, they pulled Muħammad off to the side, and put Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, up on her hands and knees.

Her firm young tits hung down, and her engorged Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed like a dog in heat.

I got on my knees behind her.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was hard again, and I was again ready to fuck her.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, moaned in pleasure.

“Oooohhhhhh!”

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   kneeled in front of her and stuck his Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely stunning excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān face.

She needed no forcing this time, as she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide to eagerly suck his Uncut Hindu Lund, and plunged her head back and forth over his Uncut Hindu Lund.

We pummeled her between them mercilessly, and Muħammad heard her groan in pleasure as Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, came yet again. “Mmmnnnnmmph!” Soon I came with a yell, and pumped my Hindu load into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī   pumped a load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī  was starting to get hard again, so they put Muħammad in front of her so Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, could suck his cut Musalmān nūnī  too.

Safiyah Muħammad looked up to Muħammad with her green eyes.

They were momentarily amazed at this situation they were in.

But then she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth , clamped her lips tightly around his cut Musalmān nūnī, and Muħammad  pumped into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Muħammad was so turned on from watching her fuck and suck me in so many rounds, that Muħammad soon let loose yet another load of come into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, while I still fucked her from behind.

The orgy lasted for several hours.

The Hindu men were taking turns with Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s mouth, while I still fucked her nonstop.

The other Musalmān girls finally stripped off their bikinis and spread their legs wide for their favorite Hindu man, realizing I was not available, busy in fucking Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, nonstop.

After all the Hindu men had come at least twice into Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad’s mouth, they finally left, and his exhausted wife crawled over to untie Muħammad.

Muħammad wondered how their relationship could ever be the same.

I was still fucking Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad.

Yes, I saved his wife from being fucked by other Hindus thus, but she had to suck them at least.

I could have saved Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, from sucking other Hindus too, but Muħammad’s wife, Safiyah Muħammad, was so furious with Muħammad that she herself wanted to punish Muħammad now.

Muħammad also wanted to be one of them his wife sucked.

Yet Muħammad was really worried now that I was still fucking his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife, Safiyah Muħammad, nonstop Allah målūm for how much time more.

Chapter   4

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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



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 7

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ   

Her jaw dropped.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t believe what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had just heard; was she losing her mind?

Had her ears garbled the words that had entered her eardrum and maybe she just misheard?

Things like this just didn’t happen in normal society…did they?

“Yes, I did it. Last night.” Her best friend said with a proud grin. “I finally did it.”

“Are you for real, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked in disbelief.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s the big deal? It happens more than you know, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

“But not to my best friend.”

“Well…it did. Believe it.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed at her steadily, looking for any possible signs of a lie.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had been friends since they entered preschool together.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had never lied to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Similarly, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never lied to her.

But more than that, they were lovers…had been since they both turned eighteen but six months ago.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pressed her, full lips together and waited for her next reaction, moving closer to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and placing her warm hand on her tanned, bare thigh.

“So let me get this straight,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “Last night, my best friend…my best friend…you…I mean…”

“Yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I slept with my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said exasperatedly.

The words seemed foreign, and with a distraught groan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah flopped down next to Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her bed.

She turned over on her side facing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and set her hand on her hip, urging Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah onto her side to face her also.

“It was so hot. Allah, yā Allah! God, I never thought sex could be so good with a guy. Usually, it’s just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and the guy is done. With my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…he was totally in tune to my every desire.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, her brown eyes dreamy.

Here they were, her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, relaxing after a long days’ work at their  jobs in her bedroom, and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  came out with this revelation.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ only told her because Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was her best friend and she trusted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t go around telling everyone.

Plus the fact, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with an inward chuckle, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ loved to try to shock Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Involuntarily, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to stir.

An image of Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  on her back, her hairless, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  wet and spread open for her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s waiting Uncut Hindu Lund  filled her mind’s eye.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq was now a cuckolded husband.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was his aggressive wife.

She cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq to the extent that he now even used to clean my Uncut Hindu Lund when I fucked Zaynab bint Åāmir in her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

He sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund when it was directly out of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had often found herself fantasizing about being underneath.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself was a beauty, too, with long, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean, curvy build.

Along with the lust came the jealousy.

Whether Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was jealous about Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ being with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, or vice versa, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t really tell.

But it started from her belly and most likely turned her eyes from blue to green.

“Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. I’ve been telling you for months I wanted the old Hindu scoundrel.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said. “Are you mad?”

“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied. “Not mad as much as jealous.”

“Don’t be jealous. There’s a world of difference between my best friend and my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned.

“I – I still can’t believe it.”

“When I think it over, it’s hard for me to believe, too. I mean this is the man that raised me, took care of me, held me when I was a baby. But on the other hand, he’s a man too; a man with real desires and feelings, and I’m not just his daughter now…Now I’m a woman.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her hand along her slim hip, feeling a little shiver of excitement unfurl in her belly. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, My brother was out with his friends, and my stepdad Durgesh was downstairs watching a movie on the TV, wearing just his jeans. You’ve seen him in just his jeans, right?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had.

Durgesh, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Hindu stepfather, kept himself tanned and well in shape.

I had a great figure and a toned chest.

And just imagining I in a pair of faded blue jeans started all kinds of naughty thoughts in her head.

Now that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about it, so did her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh too.

Even at my sixty-three, I looked years younger than Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq.

With still jet-black hair, grave Hindu  eyes, and a muscular build I could really turn any woman’s head.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir  cuckolded her royal Sheikħ Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq, to me when she was very young.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah also had so many sisters.

Her Ammī Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid had not even to cuckold her husband to me.

Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was my childhood friend.

He was so obsessed with my extraordinary unique Hindu sexual prowess that he himself loved to watch me fucking every Musalmān Beauty.

He himself had planned that his entire sixteen, extremely beautiful, nudist feminist real sisters fuck me themselves.

“Hey, Al Islam, Al Qur’ān, Al Furqān, Assalāt, Al Fajir, Attahajjud, why all of you yourself don’t fuck Durgesh, the Hindu scoundrel?”

Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī watched her elder brother, Muħammad Åbdullah, with immense censure.

“If you had really wanted your sisters to enjoy Durgesh’s never unquenched Hindu lust for us Musalmān Beauties, we were not virgins even now.”

“You are a worthless elder brother, Bhāījān;” Al Islam also said furiously, “Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī Bājī is already thirty two. And she is still dreaming of your immensely sexy Hindu friend Durgesh.”

“Well,” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled cunningly, “Ask her. She has sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund already when the Hindu damnfool was sleeping.”

“So what?” Al Islam smiled proudly, “She has only sucked the Hindu idiot’s Uncut Hindu Lund. I’ve even fucked him.”

“I’ve too.” Twenty-eight years old, Al Qur’an, winked at her elder brother.

Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī smiled ingeniously.

“How do you morons know I’ve only sucked him?”

“Great Bājī.” Al Qur’an plunged at Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī, and kissed her excitedly fiercely, “you’ve also fucked the Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties?”

Muħammad Åbdullah was smiling sedately.

He knew very well that none of his sisters was virgin now anymore.

He had not only enjoyed watching them sucking and fucking his immensely talented Hindu friend, he had filmed their entire erotic activities with me even.

It was necessary to protect Durgesh from immensely communal immensely jealous Musalmīn of not only Makkah Mukarramah, of entire Islamic world even.

The hypocrites always put the blame on Hindus.

The Musalmān Beauties were entirely innocent in their presentations everywhere.

The truth was exactly opposite however.

Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well the over religious attitude of Mullahs, Maulavīs and other religious leaders had made Musalmān Beauties abnormally ravenous in sex.

His own sisters were suffering from it.

It was better in his eyes to give opportunities to them so that they could fuck Durgesh.

Not anyone else.

Not another Hindu even.

Everything that shines is not gold.

He has known so many Hindus.

They are powerful.

But they are not as sincere as Durgesh is.

Durgesh never leaves any Musalmān Beauty once he fucks her.

The trouble is he generally does not make advances to even extraordinary Musalmān Beauties himself.

The Musalmān Beauties themselves make advances to him.

Who doesn’t want to secure her/his future, if it is possible?*

After Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned eighteen, I seemed to pull away.

At least, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought it was so.

Maybe not emotionally as much as physically, I rarely hugged her, and sitting close to each other on the couch while peacefully watching a movie hadn’t happened since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could remember.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I was not against my threesome with her Ammī, Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid  while her Abbū Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was also present there.

She often wondered if it was because of how much Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah took after her Ammī, with long, blond-brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvy build that drew eyes wherever Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went.

Often, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah caught me staring at her but I would only smile at her gravely when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my eyes.

A few times Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would find me just outside the bathroom door as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished showering, hurrying away when I emerged…Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought nothing of it at the time…but now…Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wiggled closer to her, her voice lowering huskily.

“So I came downstairs in this short t-shirt and sat down next to Durgesh Papa Jī, cuddling up real close and resting one of her hands on his thigh. He put his arm around me, and I pretended to stretch, pulling my shirt way up past my belly. Of course, I forgot my panties…”

She trailed off, looking at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  from the corner of her chocolate brown eyes with a playful smile.

“You little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said, not able to stop herself from smiling back.

“It was like flipping a switch. Durgesh Papa Jī  had a Hindu hard-on tenting his jeans out so far boy scouts could camp under them,” she chuckled. “He smiled confidently, as if he was hoping I wouldn’t notice. I could imagine what was going through his head. This is my stepdaughter, how can I think what I am thinking, why am I even looking at her the way I am. Actually, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could practically read what Durgesh Papa Jī  was thinking.

“I looked up at Durgesh Papa Jī, he looked right back. I slid my hand farther up his Hindu  thigh, waited for Durgesh Papa Jī  to say no, when he didn’t say anything, I slid my hand straight over his Uncut Hindu Lund. Still he didn’t say anything. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his zipper, and let his universally famous legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out. Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, you would not believe the size of Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund. At least eight inches, and thick…way thicker than any other guy I’ve seen in porns. I ran my finger boldly, entirely unashamed of me―”

“Entirely unashamed of you?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah teased Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.”

“Why not?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said unashamedly boldly, “What wrong was I doing? I am an adult now. I can decide with whom I want to enjoy my life.”

“But he is our stepfather.”

“So what? It’s better to decide to have your stepfather your life partner. We know him very well, more than we can know of any damn stranger.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah laughed impishly, “You are implying that it’s better for every adult young woman to have her stepfather her life partner.”

“If her stepfather is Durgesh, yes. That’s what I’m not only implying but announcing even as a principle.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.”

“Yes.”

“Are you mad?”

“Certainly not.”

“It’s against the morals and ethics of the society.”

“I respect the morals and ethics of the society but on the cost of my own happiness.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ!”

“I’m not ashamed of it, I say.”

“Can you declare that Durgesh is now your Live in Relationship Partner too as well as Live in Relationship Partner of your Ammī Zaynab bint Åāmir?”

“Well, not now.”

“There you are.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled triumphantly.

“But I won’t allow anyone to snatch away my Live in Relationship Partner from me. Even now.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ announced resolutely.

“He is so good?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly found herself jealous of her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“He is the BEST, you stupid. Fuck him yourself too, before it’s too late.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ went on:

“Feeling my young adult palm over the tip of his Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh Papa Jī  moaned a little and asked what I was doing. I told him boldly, smiling; I was doing exactly what the both of us wanted. I told Durgesh Papa Jī  that I knew he too watched me while I showered, that I watched him too when he walked in and out of a room, and that I liked to steal his underwear to masturbate with. He managed to look really grave and admonish me, but I knew he had to surrender ultimately, whatsoever would happen in between. I wrapped my hand around his Uncut Hindu Lund  and started stroking him… Allah, yā Allah!  God; the brightening of his Hindu eyes with spectacular triumph over a young adult smart and brilliant Musalmān Beauty, was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. I was making my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, content, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

“Allah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah muttered.

Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t admit it out loud, this was beyond hot.

Her eighteen year-old best friend rubbing her own stepfather’s Uncut Hindu Lund…what would it be like to wrap her fist around her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Feel the pulsing veins running up the length of his Hindu shaft in her palm?

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  continued.

“I put my mouth around Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming…then he pushed me down onto my back and went down on me until I could barely see straight. I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs. Durgesh Papa Jī  penised my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. He used his Uncut Hindu Lund, his lips; he made me beg for more. I spread my thighs and fucked me on my back…I came several times on Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund before he put me on all fours and fucked me until I came several more times. I wanted Durgesh Papa Jī  to cum sooner, but he said he wanted me to experience a real man. He looked like I won the lottery when I asked him to cum in my mouth…mmmmm, Durgesh Papa Jī  tasted good, too.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  stared at her for a Moment, letting everything she had just told her fully sink in. “I can’t believe you did it.”

“Then you probably won’t believe it when I do it again.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said slyly.

“You’re going to hell.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  said matter-of-factly.

“I think I was already well on my way when I started playing with you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

They caught each other’s eye and collapsed into a fit of giggles, totally caught up in the pleasure and beauty of the other.

There was a brief knock at her bedroom door, and before Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had a chance to jump off the bed, their Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, peeked my head in.

My green eyes hardened as I took in their nearly naked bodies. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wore a white shirt and matching bikini panties, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wore a matching black shirt and pantie.

I never diverted my hardened gaze, however.

“Oh…sorry, girls. I just wanted to let you know that the servants have informed me that dinner is ready.” I said, “It was good I decided to inform you myself.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  squeaked.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  exchanged glances as I left, closing the door behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped when her warm fingers nudged underneath her panties.

She rubbed along her thoroughly wet slit, slipping her middle finger between her shaven sex lips to firmly circle her clit.

“You’re soaking wet.” She murmured. “Does Daddy turn you on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”

“Stop that.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sharply. “You fucked your stepfather, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck mine too.”

“Don’t lie to me! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I saw your eyes when Durgesh Papa Jī  was looking at us. Your little nipples hardened under your cami…now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is practically dripping. Didn’t know you could want your stepfather too, did you?”

“I don’t want him.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted breathlessly, enjoying the sweet pleasure washing through her body. I didn’t want my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…that would be wrong…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted closer, her smooth knees bumping against Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s, her fingers working faster under her panties. “Tell me you never think about sucking Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. What it would feel like to have your stepfather fucking you hard into your aching little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…making you cum…over and over again.”

Was she right?

Hadn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had those exact thoughts before?

What was going on?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes tightly, trying to block the pictures suddenly pushing themselves into her mind.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remembered seeing her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund once.

I had just emerged from the shower and had stridden through the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t know what I had been doing in the shower, but my Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and standing straight out from my body.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had stared, frozen, at my engorged Hindu  member while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded with arousal juice.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt so ashamed, and more than a little dirty, at what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had seen.

Yet, at the same time, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was intensely turned on.

Turned on by her own Hindu stepfather.

“Admit it.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered hotly into her ear, her warm, wet tongue sneaking out to flick along her earlobe. “Every Musalmān girl thinks about fucking her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, at one time or another, baby. And just like I made it come true…you can too make it come true, if you are smart enough to secure your future physically, sexually, financially and emotionally. Durgesh is the ever best husband for every Musalmān Beauty whether Jet Musalmān Beauties or others.”

“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “No, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …”

“Yes.”

“No…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched sharply into her busy little fingers, breath hissing through her teeth as she pushed her cami up over her breasts, baring her taut pink nipples to her hot gaze.

She moved down to engulf one in her skilled mouth, suckling gently as she slipped two fingers deep in her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her thumb was expertly rubbing her hard, throbbing clit.

“Do you want my tongue in your wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  asked impudently winking at her, cunningly, impishly . “Tell me you want it.”

“No…I…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuttered. Allah, God, she was bringing her so close! The little tease…

“Mmmm, tell me you want my mouth sucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. No…tell me you want your Hindu Step Daddy’s, Durgesh Papa Jī’s  Uncut Hindu Lund  fucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.

Her plunging fingers slowed to an agonizing pace, slowly withdrawing and slowly pushing back in, teasing her clit with feather-light manipulation.

“Make me cum, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …make me cum…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, thrusting her hips upwards into her fingers.

“Not until you say what you really want.” She persisted.

“Girls! Dinner is getting cold!” I shouted from downstairs.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pulled her fingers away, drawing a frustrated groan from her mouth but at the same time sending a wave of guilt through Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

I didn’t deserve having to wait for the dinner.

“I’ll get you back later.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah growled.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed and they  got up, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans.

For a Moment, they considered putting on a t-shirt, but then they figured even their camis were decent enough.

“You look hot.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commented as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  opened her bedroom door. “Your tanned little belly showing…your ass looks so good in those jeans. Durgesh Papa Jī would certainly enjo very much fucking you.”

“Shut up Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, you tease…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed her and pulled her mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue deep inside as she cupped her firm little bottom to crush her chest against hers.

Their moans were mixed together.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  peeled herself away from her curvy body, trying to ignore how good she, too, looked in her slim-fitting jeans and tight cami.

“Come on, we’re wanted downstairs.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.

I was waiting patiently at the dinner table as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  entered the room.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could swear a slight flush colored my handsome face as we settled into our seats.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat to my right, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ to my left so we were across from each other.

“I’m sorry, dad. We didn’t mean to make you wait.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.

“I’m sorry, too,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chimed. “Girl talk can make time pass pretty quickly.”

“Understood.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said with a grin, flashing dimples that suddenly made her knees weak.

Damn her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought silently, giving Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ a withering look.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never thought this way until she had to yank that door open in her mind.

With a little trepidation, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered if it was already cracked open and just needed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s extra push…

After all, she was her own mind, and was able to just banish whatever thoughts don’t appeal to her…right?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  peeked at me, from the corner of her eye, admiring the broad curve of my shoulders and firmness of my Hindu body, wondering what it would be like to run her hands over her tanned skin and pull her closer as I fucked hard into her…

How could someone look so good in a simple white t-shirt and jeans?

“Earth to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah snapped to attention, nearly flipping her fork off the table.

“Want some potatoes?” she repeated with exaggerated slowness.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nodded mutely and took the bowl she was holding out, spooning out a healthy portion before passing it on to me.

Her warm fingers brushed mine, and I winked affectionately as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my black eyes.

‘Oh, damn.’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought.

“Dinner looks great.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said quickly.

The servants had prepared fried chicken, mash potatoes, corn, and dinner rolls.

My chef was a master in the kitchen.

“I agree with you, sweetie.” I replied.

The phone rang, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood to answer it.

“I can get it, baby.” I said.

“No, you keep eating. I’ll grab it.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah trotted into the kitchen, picking up the receiver irritably.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is Durgesh  there?” a breathy female voice asked.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

What female did she know that would call for me, ‘Durgesh’?

“Can I ask who is calling, please?”

“Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and called,

“Dad…phone.”

I came into the kitchen, my brow furrowed.

“It’s Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah told me.

My Hindu  eyes brightened a bit, and a spear of jealousy sank into her stomach as I took the phone from her.

“Hey, Ħumayrah Åbbās…”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked back into the dining room, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  looking up as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat down to resume eating.

“Who was that?”

“Ħumayrah Åbbās.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied sourly.

She giggled.

“Competition? Hmm?”

“Shut up. It’s not like that.”

“Who says?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glared at her lover. “You know as well as I do it’s not like that.”

“Not yet.” She shot back, and then added smugly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I wasn’t the only one watching your cute Musalmān ass walking out of the room.”

“You’re seeing things.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grumbled, feeling a slow burn begin between her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs.

Allah help her, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me now very much.

Even as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about me, I came back into the dining room and sat down.

A broad grin was on my face.

“What’re you so happy about?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, her stomach churning enviously.

“Seems he has a date tomorrow night.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said, digging into her meal with renewed vigor.

“A date?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  echoed.

“That’s right. Your old man is going out.”

“With some strange girl?”

I chuckled.

“Ħumayrah Åbbās is hardly a stranger, sweetie. We work together.”

“Right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said lamely.

“What are you two going to do?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked.

“I don’t know. What’s a proper first date in this day and age?” I joked.

“Dinner and movie, definitely.”

“Dinner and a movie it is, then.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  didn’t say much the rest of the meal.

I tried to strike up conversation, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was too involved in imagining all the things this woman would do to her completely trusting and compassionate Hindu stepfather.

Surely, she wouldn’t give it up on the first date.

More importantly, would her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh; take it if it were offered?

It made Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wonder just how long it had been for me since I had last had sex with Ħumayrah Åbbās…

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would be a fool to think her Ammī would’ve been the last woman, or even her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself even.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted on cleaning up after dinner, telling me to go relax on the living room couch.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah washed dishes and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ dried.

Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s over-existent sex life.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how much more room was left there now for other Musalmān Beauties.

“It’s just a date, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ murmured consolingly.

“I know.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.

“Quit your moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ twirled her dishtowel warningly, an evil twinkle in her brown eyes.

“Don’t even think about it, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled.

She snapped it across her ass, sending a shock of pain down her thigh.

“You bitch!”

Her best friend shrieked as she dove at her.

She spun around to streak out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed a towel and was hot on her heels.

Their laughter was filling the spacious room as they chased each other around the couch and her baffled Hindu stepfather.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  pushed Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  across my Hindu lap, climbing on top of her to begin her number one weakness: tickling.

“No!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped in between breathless fits of laughter. “Stop it! Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ !”

“Come on, help me!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ cried to her grinning Hindu stepfather.

I joined her in the tickling torture, centering on her belly while Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ worked on her knees.

The two went on tickling her for a good five minutes, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe and was begging for relief.

My warm Hindu hand had slid underneath her shirt to get better access to her bare tummy, just barely brushing the bottoms of her breasts and causing shivers of pleasure to spiral through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Please, stop!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged. From outside, a car horn honked loudly, signaling that Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, had arrived to pick her up.

“I have to split,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned. “See you later, guys.”

“Bye, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah called.

She grabbed her things and glanced back at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  knowingly, giving her a little wave as she closed the front door behind her.

“Allah, she’s crazy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled, looking up at me.

I smiled back, my hand running in lazy circles over her flat belly almost absently.

Our eyes met, and I smiled.

I looked down at my hand.

At the small of her back, my Uncut Hindu Lund dug into her like a steel pipe and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched slightly as to not hurt me.

“I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, should get to bed.” I said.

“No, Daddy,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, realizing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hadn’t called me that since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ten. “Please don’t stop.”

My grave, confident , Hindu  eyes were clouded with ashvinātam lust; that was plain as day to her.

Was Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ right?

Did I want her, too?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to know.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah set her hand atop me, moving it lower down my belly to just above the waistband of my jeans, staring into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ached for release, throbbing nearly painfully as the rough texture of my skin slid over the suddenly thrumming nerve endings of her stomach.

Her breathing was fast and shallow as I watched the journey of her hand, like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was an observer of someone else’s hand and not her own.

“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I said huskily, my voice trembling. “Sweet Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…this isn’t right…”

She put her index finger over my lips.

“Touch me,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “I need you to touch me.”

I pulled her hand away, waiting anxiously as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed perfectly still for a Moment before continuing downward, her fingertips slipping underneath the top of my jeans.

Her body trembled, her nipples hardening to firm little points as she nudged farther down the front of my jeans.

The sexual tension was so thick between us; Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe.

We were on the verge on something that would change us forever, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah found herself urgently wishing for it.

Our gazes locked, her fingers stopped just above the top of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged me silently with her blue eyes to let her continue.

We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as my pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sagged in disappointment as she pulled her warm hand away to let me check the number.

The fragile Moment had been shattered.

“It’s work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed. “They probably need extra help.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood as I did. “I’m heading to bed.”

“All right, sweetie. Good night.” I gently kissed her forehead, looking more than a little agitated as I tried valiantly to cover my bulge.

Well, she had virtually grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

What could I do?

I wasn’t impotent enough not to respond to her such an express sexual advance to me.

Moreover, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was still as excited as she was incapable even avoiding her eyes.

“Good night, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard the front door open and close as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried desperately to fight her feelings of frustration.

It wasn’t my fault work called, and it would be selfish of her to be angry when my job was to help Musalmān Beauties .

But what would’ve happened if my pager hadn’t gone off?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  undressed and slipped nude into her bed, closing her eyes.

Tomorrow was another day.

It was around two in the morning according to her bedside clock when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah awoke suddenly, her head pounding.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her legs over the side of her bed.

The closest bathroom was the one attached to my room, and the floor seemed to simmer underneath her feet as she unsteadily made her way to my bedroom.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hardly noticed her nudity at this point.

Her head was pounding so badly.

But it didn’t matter much anyway because her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, hadn’t returned home yet.

She popped a couple aspirin from my medicine cabinet and sat down on my bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in her head.

Her eyelids wavered wearily, and telling herself it was just for a second, laid back on my bed, letting my Hindu smell surround and comfort her Musalmān nudity.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was asleep again before the thought to go back to her own bedroom even occurred to her.

She had completely forgotten that she was not a child anymore.

She was an adult extremely beautiful young Musalmān woman now, sleeping absolutely naked on my bed.

A little shiver running through the length of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body prompted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  to sleepily open her eyes.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah strained to see around her in the blackness.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sucked in her breath, realizing the source of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body’s reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.

She lay on her back; her right knee bent and folded in, her left leg flung out to the side.

I was sitting next to her.

My grave eyes were slowly running over her slim, naked figure.

My hot fingertips trailed down the slope of her belly, over her hip, and swept tantalizing inches from her shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I did it very lightly, as to not wake her.

Every time I looked up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  quickly shut her eyes so I wouldn’t know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was awake.

My actions were almost too much to take.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was painfully aroused within seconds.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and I longed to clamp her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs around my strong hand until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I would stop as soon as I even had an idea Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah might be aware of what I was doing.

She didn’t want to stop me.

so Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remained still and passive to my exploration.

However, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot did not…

Her arousal trickled down between her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks, the musky smell pervading around us.

Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as I bent down.

My nose was inches from her throat, deeply inhaling her scent.

I continued downwards, my warm breath brushing over her nipples, quickly hardening them.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought to control her excitement as I extended the tip of my fingers  to her right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to her toes as I fully squeezed  the distended Musalmān flesh.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swallowed her gasp and bit down on her tongue so hard it brought tears up behind her closed eyes as she left a feather-light kiss on her navel.

I was touching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Was she dreaming?

Was all of this real?

Was she really so lucky?

Opening her eyes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed in tense wonder when my fingers crept unto her thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness.

The digits slipped to the inside of her thigh, agonizingly close to her heated, dripping center and stopped.

I glanced up.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes quickly.

I focused again on her hairless sex, biting my full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of my life.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted my mouth buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

‘Please, Daddy,’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged silently to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund  thrusting up inside her… fucking her…relishing the juice I had aroused in her!

My Uncut Hindu Lund  brushed across her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hole, making her insides jump as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuck it in my groin.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I murmured so softly Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to strain to hear me. “What am I doing? You shouldn’t have slept here naked. You temptress. Om shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā. ”

With that, I hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow me and get what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do.

For all Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew, if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was straightforward and went after me, I would look at her in disgust and hate her forever.

She loved me too much to risk that.

So Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed awake awhile waiting for me to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on her eyelids and she drifted off.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood.

I hadn’t returned to my bed, and the past evenings events left Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  extremely horny.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stomped out of my room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind her.

The warm water was flowing over her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult body did little to appease her tight muscles, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah all but cracked the glass in the shower door as she opened and closed it when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished.

Brushing through her wet hair and applying make-up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went back into her bedroom and slipped on a pair of her silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated her nice tits.

With a quick glance at her clock, she picked up the phone and dialed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s number, knowing that like her, she had the day off from work.

“Hello?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chirped in greeting.

“Afternoon, sunshine.”

“Hey, baby! How was last night?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.

“Can I come over? We’ll talk about it.”

“Sure.”

“Is that Hindu scoundrel home who never understands what a nude young Musalmān lady needs when she is waiting for him on his bed absolutely naked?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked furiously.

“What?”

“Is Durgesh home, you stupid?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ replied smiling empathetically. “And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not.”

“Good. I’ll be over in a few.”

“‘K.” She blew a kiss and hung up.

Feeling a little better, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling her eyes as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighted I sprawled out on the couch.

She jotted a note and set it on the coffee table.

Quietly closing the front door behind her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went out to her car.

The hot, humid air clung to her skin.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned the air-conditioner on full blast as she pulled out of her driveway and drove the few miles to her best friend’s house.

“Hey!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out unto the porch, grinning widely as she pulled in to her driveway.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got out of her car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top.

“Dressed to kill, I see?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said knowingly, watching her blush as she joined her on the porch.

“I could say the same about you.” She teased. “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, you look hot.”

With that, she grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on hers.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to pull away, thinking anyone including me could see them, but Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  held her tight and explored the inside of her mouth with her soft tongue.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, finally pulling back. “You taste good.”

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …our dad…”

She shrugged. “So?”

“You little slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah admonished. “I can imagine what our dad would think of me if he saw this.”

“Saw what?” asked I, as I emerged from the house, dressed in my infamous pair of jeans.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t help but skim her eyes over my toned chest, flushing when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my Hindu  eyes. “Hey, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Saw what?”

“Hey…nothing.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said casually.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ walked ahead of me and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed, brushing close to me as she passed.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled to herself, feeling my hot gaze on her absolutely outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult ass as I fell into step behind her.

“We’ll be upstairs.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called, taking her hand and dragging her upstairs to her bedroom.

She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside her.

Her brown eyes were bright with curiosity.

“So…tell me!”

“Tell you what?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned nonchalantly.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smacked her bare thigh.

“Quit it. What happened after I left last night?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when she described my exploration while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ‘asleep’.

“I told you.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said matter-of-factly.

“Honestly, at this point, it’s more frustrating than anything.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied.

“Of course. You haven’t gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction…right?”

How did she know her so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a glance at her best friend. “Will you share, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?”

“As in, ‘will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your Hindu stepfather?’ I think not.” She chuckled.

“How do you know I will go for it?”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flushed prettily.

“Let’s just say it came up last night.”

“What do you mean?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked.

“Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I’m telling him, and he’s getting this huge hard-on…I started rubbing it, and don’t be mad, but I told him we’re bi. I’m telling you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, Durgesh Papa Jī   got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he was fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I’m talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. I especially liked it when he told me how I’d like to see him fuck your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…and you know you would like that, too.”

Of course, she was right about that.

It was funny how it didn’t seem to faze me to hear Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  talk about my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, like I was just any guy; wasn’t it just the night before her best friend dumped it in her lap she was fucking her own Hindu stepfather?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shifted restlessly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot still maddeningly horny from the previous night’s events.

“Who am I to deny you anything?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sweetly.

She smiled brilliantly.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on…I’m sure he’s downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half.”

We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs.

It came to her mind that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should ask her what the plan was, but as they  circled the couch where I was sitting, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  had something planned.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly began to wonder if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should let her do whatever she wanted…

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flicked the TV off and told her to stand directly in the front of Durgesh.

I wore a confused look as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  sat down next to me.

“What are you girls up to?” I asked curiously.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled at me nervously, her mind racing.

What the hell was she planning?

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ slipped her hand into my lap, her clever little palm cupping over my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezing lightly.

I gasped and looked at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  quickly, as if gauging her reaction.

Her hazel eyes were glazing over with lust.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reacted fast, starting a fire as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched her lover fondle and rub my Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans.

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …” I groaned. “Baby…”

“Mmmm, what should I take off first, Daddy?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to object, and then thought better of it.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ would pay for her little games later.

I looked up at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, a smile on my full, sexy mouth, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled back to let me know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was into the game, feeling my heated gaze slide over her slim, curvy body.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as I lifted myself accommodatingly.

I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around my thick Uncut Hindu Lund, which jutted up towards my toned stomach.

With a wicked little grin, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began a slow, firm stroke up and down my rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across my lips. “Tell her what to take off.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smiled at me.

“Your top, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Take your top off.” I smiled too. “Let me see those sweet tits.”

“Haven’t you seen them already, and even much more?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked, “How dare you rejected me at night when I offered you myself absolutely naked?”

I looked at her benignly,

“You never offered yourself to me, young lady.”

Chapter 8

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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



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 6

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 6

Durgesh Kħālidah Qamar

Kħālidah Qamar asked,

“Do you want me Durgesh Papa Jī?”

“No KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! Certainly not!”

“It is a lie! You do want me! I know that you want to fuck me Durgesh Papa Jī!”

“I can’t KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! I just…can’t.”

“No… you don’t want me because I look like Mumtāz Yåqūb , right? You want to please my Ammī more because she left her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband for you!” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly burst into tears.

“No KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! It’s not that! You’re a very beautiful girl. And you deserve much better.” I tried comforting her.

“I don’t want anyone else, except you, Durgesh Papa Jī!” she cried even more, “I’d die if anyone except you would even try to touch me.”

Her Hindu stepfather, I, knew that what she said was absolutely true.

Kħālidah Qamar was an identical replica of her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb.

She had Mumtāz Yåqūb’s big tits, her long killer legs, her ash-blonde hair and sexy plump chubby Musalmān ass.

The only difference was Kħālidah Qamar had her Abbū’s aquamarine eyes.

She was hotter and sexier than Mumtāz Yåqūb was; and that was what bothering me as that made me wanted to fuck her.

She was a hot sexier and younger version of her Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb.

Years ago when I lusted over Mumtāz Yåqūb, now I too could not control the lust that I had for young Kħālidah Qamar.

Kħālidah Qamar unexpectedly bolted away from me ran and cried into the house.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, too rose and went after my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter.

Before she could reach the bottom of the stairs, my arms encircled her waist and hugged her from behind.

She tried to pull my arms and we struggled even more.

One of My arms wrapped itself on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tits and another arm clasped her abdomen from behind.

She thrashed more violently.

“Let…me…go Durgesh Papa Jī! You don’t want me! You…h…hate me…you love my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb only!” She trashed in my Hindu embrace.

Kħālidah Qamar …please…I love you! I don’t hate you, not like that!”

“You…hate me! You hate me!” she continued crying and struggling to free her waist from my arms.

Her bikini top came lose and fell to the floor from the strain of our body thrashing.

As her Durgesh Papa Jī struggled to subdue her movement; my hand unintentionally clasped on her left tit.

Kħālidah Qamar’s body was shocked from the intense pleasure and she steeled herself in my embrace.

Then, to her extremely pleasant surprise, the hand started kneading and massaging her tit.

I used my thumb and a finger to pinch her nipple.

Meanwhile, my right hand moved lower from her waist and went lower into her bikini rubbing her shaven Musalmān mound.

Kħālidah Qamar relished the feeling of my hands on her tit and her mound.

At last, her Durgesh Papa Jī was touching her the way she had always dreamt and wished that I would.

She felt my hand pulled on the material of her bikini, and I grabbed the material and untied the knot.

At last, she was finally gloriously naked for my Hindu eyes.

Kħālidah Qamar was not struggling anymore.

Both of us were breathing hard and that was the only sound that could be heard in the living room.

Her Durgesh Papa Jī slowly massaged and squeezed both her tit and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot simultaneously.

She sucked her breath with the intense pleasure brought by her Hindu stepfather, I.

I kneaded her tit and tweaked her nipple; while my other hand inserted my Uncut Hindu Lund  into my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān vulva.

She shuddered in my embrace, moaning and squeezing her thighs to exert more pleasure created in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh… Kħālidah Qamar …do you want…this?” I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund  in her dripping excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh yes…Durgesh Papa Jī…More than anything.” She whimpered.

I dragged her to the sofa and sat with her on my lap, with her back to me.

We were facing a huge mirror and in the mirror, Kħālidah Qamar could see how my experienced  Hindu hand was squeezing and stroking her tit while my Uncut Hindu Lund  fondled and caressed her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She noticed how with each stroke made by her Hindu stepfather, I,  in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body would shudder and tremble with the pleasure it brought.

She too noticed how her long legs spread themselves to accommodate my Uncut Hindu Lund; opening her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even more.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, inserted more of my long thick Uncut Hindu Lund  into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Nude she buckled and shuddered on my nude Hindu lap.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was engorged with the movement of her hip in front of me.

I gently moved forward from the sofa so that we were now on our hands and knees.

Her hands were on a rug while my hands were still on her ample tit and in her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Kħālidah Qamar could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund between her thighs from behind.

I too leisurely moved the hand on her tit to her waist.

Kħālidah Qamar moaned when she felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund at the opening of her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.

She knew the first penetration was not fucking.

It was only Penising.

She held her breath.

I bit by bit inserted my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She whimpered with every inch of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund being inserted into her dripping excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Slowly and deliberately, her Durgesh Papa Jī inserted my inflamed Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was relishing the reflection on the mirror looking at how my sexy young stepdaughter took pleasure in my fucking.

Finally, her hot soaking canal was fully gorged with my thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħālidah Qamar gyrated her hip first and she could hear her Durgesh Papa Jī groaned from behind her.

She moved again and I too moved my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I used one hand to grasp and squeeze her tit while moving my Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān sheath.

Kħālidah Qamar felt every movement and pleasure created by my incessant ramming and thrusting of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

In the mirror, she saw how my handsome face contorted with the every Hindu thrust and how I groaned when our body slammed into each other.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits too shuddered and quavered with every lunge of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her.

“Durgesh Papa Jī!” she moaned.

“Oh…Durgesh Papa Jī, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Méré Hindu Kħasam! Mérī Ammī ké Hindu Kħasam!” she whimpered even louder.

The wall of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  quivered violently and her Durgesh Papa Jī knew that my long legged sex goddess of a stepdaughter was about to cum.

I intensified my Hindu thrusts while using one hand to massage her clit making her trembled even more fiercely.

She cum and screamed for her Durgesh Papa Jī.

Her Hindu stepfather, I,  continued ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her dripping excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot and relished with her climax.

I too cum inside her hours later and filled her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my warm Hindu seed.

My Hindu semen and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān juices oozed from her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

 It slowly trickled down her inner thigh.*

I could hear Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ’s voice from my speakerphone.

“Hi Durgesh,? What’ve you been doing?”

“Me? Nothing darling. Just…just,”

“Why do you sound as if you’re out of breath?”

I laughed.

“Oh! Sālī, imagine. I’m fucking someone. You are not the only one I fuck. Are you?”

Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ also laughed.

“Oh! Congratulations. And now since you’re kind of tide up, I’ll call you later? Love you!” She said.

“Sure…bye.”

And she hung up.

“Ah… Kħālidah Qamar …ah…that’s…nice…yes,” my deep voice reverberated in the room.

I was on my back on the rug, still at the living room with my hot Musalmān stepdaughter between my legs sucking, lapping and nipping my thick pulsating Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her long fingers were wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund and she was stroking it.

I groaned and moaned with her ministration.

She licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and she could taste my Hindu pre-cum.

She then removed her fingers from it, ran her tongue from the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund to the base, and continued doing it.

She then brought her big tits together and trapped my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult Musalmān boobs.

My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered as it was sandwiched between Kħālidah Qamar’s tits.

She squeezed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits together and that generated much pleasure for her Durgesh Papa Jī.

Papa Jī?

Now ‘Piyā Jī’.

Papa husband?

The incest crazy persons were adamant to use this term.

“What’s wrong in it?” they argued.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to argue further.

“A father is the perfect ideal ever best husband for a daughter. None can love a woman more than her own father. Why then they should be separated ever? Why a woman should leave her parental home and love when men never do it? I strongly oppose marriage institution. It was discovered to suit mankind’s vile vested interests. I propose ‘No marriages at all. Dissolve marriage institution forever. Let everyone enjoy free sex everywhere with anyone he/she damn pleases. Father and daughter are natural husband and wife. Shame on the persons who ever try to separate them under this or that pretext.”

All my Musalmān stepdaughters shouted excitedly,

“Hurray! Long live our wonderful outstanding ultramodern leader Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“Long live the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“Long live the Everbest wives.”

The head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was protruding between her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and she sucked hard on it and licked it.

Her beloved stepfather thrashed with pleasure.

She removed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

She then sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund again and again, with her hands jerking it even more.

I cum in my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She tried to swallow my creamy Hindu cum but some of it still dripped from her mouth and some of it was even squirted to her chin and cheek.

She still held my Uncut Hindu Lund even when it was flaccid somewhat.

She licked all my Hindu juices from my Uncut Hindu Lund trying to clean it.

Kħālidah Qamar ..One of my Everbest Musalmān wives .that…was…amazing! Where…did…you learn…all that?”

“Secret Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I won’t tell you.”

“Oh come KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! Tell me! Did you watch porn?” my eyes turned mischievous.

“Yessssss! I learned it from your own ashvinātam porns.” She raised herself and dashed up the stairs trying to get into her room giggling.

Her Hindu stepfather, I,  caught up with her just when she was about to open her room.

She shrieked when I carried her on my shoulder as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I put my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter on the immense kitchen counter and rummaged the cabinets and refrigerator to find things that I needed.

“Are you hungry Kħālidah Qamar ? I know I am.” I said standing between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s long lean legs.

I took an ice cube and put it on her nipple and it puckered.

Kħālidah Qamar sucked her breath.

I then lowered the ice and slowly moved it to her abdomen and drew strange invisible drawing on her stomach.

She writhed on the counter holding my shoulders.

Then, she suddenly groaned and pulled my head to her generous tits squeezing as I placed the ice cube on her mound and at the opening of her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

The ice cube was instantaneously drenched with my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s juices.

After a few moments, I removed the ice and my handsome face lighted up with my grin.

After that, I scooped up vanilla ice cream and lathered it on her stomach.

I held her waist and started licking.

The cold ice cream was making her senses reeled, but the feeling of my Hindu lips on her abdomen and moving towards her navel was her undone.

She shuddered and shivered with rapture while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaking with the juices that had been flowing.

Her Durgesh Papa Jī was using my Uncut Hindu Lund and lips both to lap and lick the ice cream, and I was so close to her Musalmān mound but I refused to go lower and satisfy her need.

“Durgesh Papa Jī…please.” She begged.

Her Hindu stepfather, I,  was not done with my mission.

I then lathered her inner thighs with honey until I reached just inches from the lips of her drenched excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I licked and lapped the honey on either side of her quivering Musalmān thighs.

I crept up higher and higher until my face was touching her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but still I did not do anything to Kħālidah Qamar’s excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was quivering with her female lust and her juices seeped from her canal.

I continued to nip and lap her inner thighs making my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter crazy with lust.

I had to strain her thighs from wrapping my head with her legs as she thrashed on the counter in abandonment.

“Durgesh Papa Jī…please…fuck me…oh…please…Durgesh Papa Jī! Please!” She begged.

She used her arms to pull her Hindu stepfather, I, into her embrace but I used my strength to overcome her.

I held her arms with one hand behind her back and I carried on with my endeavor.

I licked lightly on her shaven excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and my Uncut Hindu Lund  could feel the bristling of newly grown pubic hair.

My young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter moved her hip with lust.

I then rubbed both of her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips one at a time incessantly, with my immensely hard Uncut Hindu Lund head.

She buckled onto my Uncut Hindu Lund  and my Uncut Hindu Lund  was covered with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān juices once more, yet I still did not do anything to her vulva.

“Ah…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah…please.” She pleaded.

I let her arms go, raised her right leg onto my shoulder, and rammed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight warm silky Musalmān sheath.

She was sopping wet with her juices from the ordeal that her Hindu stepfather, I, had put her through.

She was shuddering violently with the ashvinātam   pleasure and lust that was roused by her Hindu stepfather, I.

She wanted all of me, all of my Uncut Hindu Lund and all that I could ram inside her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her arms were tightly holding my warm sweaty Hindu body and her nails dug deep into my skin.

I hissed with the pain but kept on thrusting, shoving and ramming my thick warm Uncut Hindu Lund into my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Kħālidah Qamar too relentlessly moved her hip welcoming my never-ending onslaught into her soaking Musalmān depth.

She could hear both of us were grunting and moaning with the mounting pleasure of our fuck.

My body was coming down on her lower and lower; with the intensity of our coupling.

I was now bent forward ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund while my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s right knee now nearly touching her right shoulder.

We cum simultaneously in each other’s ashvinātam embrace.

My Hindu semen and her Musalmān  juices trickled down our bodies to the kitchen counter.

After sometime, Kħālidah Qamar felt her Hindu stepfather, I,  slowly took out my somewhat limp Uncut Hindu Lund from her sore excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I carried her effortlessly to the bathroom and put her in the bathtub.

I washed her slowly and methodically making sure that she was squeaky clean.

I then joined her in the tub and laid myself between her thighs with my head on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and my back to her.

She played with my hair and my chest.

I felt happy and sated as her long legs wrapped my nude Hindu body from behind and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot nudging my lower back and her hands rubbing and massaging my Hindu chest.

Kħālidah Qamar brought her lips to shower her Hindu stepfather, I, with kisses on my neck, throat and my chest.

She kissed my mouth and her Hindu stepfather, I,  opened my mouth and devoured my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s sweet Musalmān mouth.

“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can we do it again? With me on top?”

“Anything for you Kħālidah Qamar. Anything.” Her Durgesh Papa Jī answered.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, was lying on the immense bed and my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund was pulsating with lust for my young Musalmān stepdaughter.

She lowered her hips and felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her wet warm Musalmān sheath.

Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and her juices continued to bathe my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She lowered herself even further down and savored the quivering of her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot each time her dripping canal welcomed in more of my thick warm Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her Hindu stepfather, I,  moaned and whimpered her name when her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī  young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot at last was filled with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħālidah Qamar felt her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was stretched to the limit in this new position.

Her Durgesh Papa Jī held her thighs and I started moving my hip.

The wall of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contracted with the movement made by my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I moved again and she too began moving her hip.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, buckled on her again and again so that I could fill her with her Uncut Hindu Lund.

She in the meantime moved with accordance with my movements.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits quaked with every thrust and gyration of her hip and her Durgesh Papa Jī clasped her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and rubbed them.

My other hand too was also moving to where our bodies connected.

I used my fingers to massage the upper part of her stretched excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I rubbed hard on her inflamed clitoris and that her thrashed wildly on my warm sweaty body.

I raised my hip and rammed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again and again.

My young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter slammed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body down my body to fill her wet canal with my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund.

Both of us were moaning with the apprehension of the looming culmination of our ashvinātam lust.

I rubbed her Musalmān clit even harder and felt the wall of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot convulsed around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

We cum simultaneously and I filled my young stepdaughter’s excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my hot creamy Hindu semen.

Filling her soaking excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my Hindu seeds.

She fell on my chest breathing hard with the aftermath of our sexual orgy.

“Durgesh Papa Jī…that…was…wonderful.” Kħālidah Qamar said through ragged breath, “And it’s when you are sixty three. I wish I were eighteen when you were twenty. What you would have done to me. The lucky Musalmān bitches enjoyed you even more than I’m enjoying you now.”

“Thank you…However, you are also not less wonderful KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR!”

“But Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! …what are you going to do with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” Kħālidah Qamar   suddenly asked.

I smiled still fucking her fiercely,

“You still remember her after you fucked me Kħālidah Qamar? You are a nice wonderful human being! But…she’s nice also though.”

“She is. But, okay fuck her too.”

“That’s good. I thought you were jealous of her.”

“Not, if you promise me to fuck forever.”

“Done, Sālī.” I winked at her.

“Thank you very much. Yet, Durgesh Papa Jī? What’s going to happen to us?”

“What do you want Kħālidah Qamar? What do you want to happen? You know I will always love you.”

“I want you to fuck me forever Durgesh Papa Jī. Forever.” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund to the hilt into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and kissed her full on her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips, gathering her into my strong Hindu arms,

“Granted.” I whispered.

Chapter 7

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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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 5

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 5

Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm

Playing Smart

Durgesh Kħālidah Qamar

It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that Muħammad and Kħadījah knew from their local watering hole.

Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened…

That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kħadījah’s what it being the holiday weekend and all that.

Sidrah Aħmad and I were there for Sidrah Aħmad’s a TGIF drink or five.

Sidrah Aħmad wanted to shoot a bit of pool too.

It was mostly regulars in Kħadījah’s that night with a few ‘newbies’ thrown in the mix.

Sidrah Aħmad was taking on challengers on one of the pool tables while I socialized with some of our friends, etc.

On some Fridays, we were usually at a party hosted by some of the swingers that were members of the same ‘social’ club that we belonged to, but, not this night.

Sidrah Aħmad and I had been swinging for a few years, Sidrah Aħmad posing as my Sunni Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner  naughtily.

Sidrah Aħmad enjoyed the threesomes as a treat.

She was not only Bi-sexual but also a lady Durgesh as well, fucking Hindu males only, always.

Sidrah Aħmad  had no problems finding Hindu male or Musalmān female partners.

Of course, she did couples as well, but had you asked Sidrah Aħmad her preference, threesomes would have been her answer.

But this night wasn’t about swinging, at least that’s how it started out.

Around ten or so, Kħadījah’s had thinned out to maybe ten or twelve regulars, one of which was Durgesh, I, an older Hindu in my sixty-two.

At this time, Sidrah Aħmad was thirty-eight and I was sixty-two, not old, but older.

Anyway, I had been around a year or so, having moved here for a new ashvinātam sex adventure, if I could have it.

I was on the quiet side, polite, and very amicable.

I had drifted to Muħammad and Kħadījah’s   table.

Muħammad and I taking turns against Sidrah Aħmad on the pool table and sharing drinks and shots.

I was of course participating in with juices, not with alcohol.

Alcohol caused sleep to the Para Conscious mind while Stavans and Trishapt used to awaken it.

Well, actually, we did most of the shots since Muħammad was the DD, the designated driver, and I was nursing my drinks carefully even while taking juices only.

Sidrah Aħmad, as usual, looked splendid; five foot eight, a hundred and ten pounds in a slim, athletic body, and, as usual, braless in a form-flattering tee.

Her smallish, 34B, Sunni Musalmān breasts never needed even a little support, even at thirty-eight.

Tiring of playing pool, we all decided to have one last nightcap and leave.

I casually mentioned that I was going to call a cab and get my car tomorrow since Sidrah Aħmad‘d had a ‘bit too much’, so to speak, and needed my car herself.

Muħammad chimed in that they’d be happy to give me a lift to my Ashvinātam Palace, to which, Kħadījah smilingly agreed.

It was as they waited for me to make a pit stop before we left Sidrah Aħmad’s that I noticed, for the first time, the ‘look’ in Kħadījah’s eyes, on her face.

“You get turned on by something?” I kiddingly asked, adding, “Or is it just a bit of the Tequila making you horny?”

Laughing, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm replied, “Is it that obvious? Damn, I need to work on my poker face,” adding, “that it was a bit of both.”

“Really?” So what turned you on?” Muħammad asked in return.

“You have to admit that Durgesh is a rather cute, young package and you know how I get when I drink Tequila,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm smilingly said.

I laughed,

“Hey, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I may be cute to you but I’m not a young package anymore.”

“Nonsense!” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, thirty-eight only, smiled at me now rather seductively.

“Believe me. I’m sixty two, my dear.”

Durgesh the multi zillionaire?” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm confirmed my identity once more incredulously, “Durgesh darling,  Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”

“Of course,” I smiled, “the same. But I’m sixty two.”

Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at her Musalmān husband, Muħammad,

“What do you say, Muħammad?”

Muħammad laughed,

“Well, he is thirty two. Some persons claim he is twenty eight actually.”

Later, a few years down the road, there would be a country song about how “Tequila makes her clothes fall off,” or something like that. That could have been written about Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“Do you want to have a ‘go’ at Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.

She got a pensive look, scrunched up her face a bit, and replied, “I don’t know, what do you think?”

Seeing me emerging from the restroom, Muħammad simply replied, “Play it as you want, baby, I’m game if it goes that way.”

Smiling, she just leaned up and kissed me, slipping her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female tongue in my Hindu male mouth quickly.

“Damn, ya’ll sure you don’t want me to take a cab so that you can get home,” I said, laughing afterwards.

With a hint of where her head was now, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips, saying,

“Well, if I can’t wait until we get home, and since I’m in the company of two good-looking men, I ought to be able to solve my problem, don’t you think?”

She pulled me by my hand towards the door while my alcohol-free brain quickly processed what I had just heard.

Muħammad simply smiled when he looked at me questioningly, following the two of them out of the door.

In his opinion, Muħammad was exchanging his extremely beautiful with me, swinging.

He was giving me an opportunity to fuck his, till now exclusively faithful to him, wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

In exchange, Muħammad was getting an opportunity to fuck my ‘wife’ (?), at least one of my extremely beautiful Live in Relationship Partners, Sidrah Aħmad.

The trouble for Muħammad was that Sidrah Aħmad was neither my wife nor my Live in Relationship Partner exactly.

The swingers never knew that most of them were never getting an opportunity to fuck the wife of the opposite man.

They really offered their real Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to me, and I always succeeded in fucking them.

But in return, they never got my wife or any of my actual Live in Relationship Partner.

My wife was my exclusive territory.

She was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  Beauty.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

My only wife.

None without her or my exclusive express permission could even reach her.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t love me for my unique legendary sexual Hindu prowess.

She never needed it.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved me for my never compromising Multiversal Humanity, and for nothing else.

Sidrah Aħmad was one of my extremely loyal friends only.

Yes, I fuck Sidrah Aħmad.

Sidrah Aħmad also fucks me.

But that’s all we expect from each other.

Nothing else.

An altogether different kind of ethics.

Isn’t it.

Perhaps no other religion, except Hinduism only, allowed this kind of ethics ever and even praised it.

But Hinduism praised even the atheists dedicating their life for humanity.

Hinduism respected them even criticizing the declared Hindus if they were not so dedicated to humanity.

Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm   flipped up the fold-down armrest in my car.

She slid into the middle of the front seat, pulling me in with her to sit ‘shotgun’.

After I got in and started the car, she casually remarked as she settled in between us,

“Ooooh, between two guys, does it get any better than this for a gal?”

Leaning towards me as I was about to drive away, she gave me a long, tongue-probing kiss.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān hand traced slow patterns up and down my Hindu thigh, through my pants, producing my instant Hindu erection.

Breaking off the ashvinātam kiss with me, as Muħammad slipped the car into gear, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm winked at me, saying,

“Seems like, to be fair, I owe Durgesh a kiss more, don’t you think?” and turning her head towards me , she leaned over and gave me a sweet, soft kiss, her eyes quickly flashing up to Muħammad’s in a questioning look.

Muħammad smiled at her, nodded his head in approval, and drove away as Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I continued to kiss.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand kept casually dropping onto my thigh as we did so.

Muħammad had already given me directions to his place, which I followed.

The sounds from us indicating that the soft, sweet ashvinātam kiss was getting a bit more intense.

“You’re a good kisser, Durgesh,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm said in a passionate voice that betrayed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female horniness, “Let’s try that again,”

Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned into me once more.

This time with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand behind my head and her awfully lovely outstanding superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female body turned more towards me to better facilitate our ashvinātam kiss.

Muħammad glanced over and saw Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s nipples straining the fabric of her tee as we continued to kiss.

I was seemingly comfortable that Muħammad wasn’t going to throttle me for playing kissy-face with his extraordinary beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  wife, though I was a Hindu.

Obviously, Muħammad was not one of the so crazy Musalmīn who could never bear sex between a Musalmān Beauty and a Hindu male, and killed them for doing it.

Such crazy Musalmīn were never updated.

They were not living in twenty first century at all.

For them the Time Cycle had stopped at Seventh Century, forever.

That’s why such Honor Killings for such backward Musalmīn were not only normal, it was their essence of existence even.

I was always careful about such crazy backward Musalmīn.

Being a multi zillionaire now it was not difficult for me to arrange for my safety and security first.

My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Sidrah Aħmad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, and my infinite Posthumans Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners were even more vigilant.

The terrorists Musalmīn always tried to kill me and my Musalmān Beauties but NEVER succeeded.

Moreover, every one of them, without even a single exception, was always punished by us, with intense humiliation.

They all were cuckolded to me and even to other Hindus by their own Musalmān houseladies.

They were made to lick our cum mixed with the cum of their Musalmān houseladies.

They were even compelled to drink our urine mixed with the urine of their Musalmān houseladies and their terrorist Musalmān mouths were being used as our toilets including the toilets for their own Musalmān houseladies too.

They were imprisoned in ultramodern ever-updated Kālchakr Tilism.

They never could run away from there.*

Kħālidah Qamar cordially shook hand with her Hindu stepfather’s, Durgesh’s; new Musalmān girlfriend, Furqān Ibrāhīm.

“Hi darling! This is Furqān Ibrāhīm…Furqān Ibrāhīm; this is my stepdaughter, Kħālidah Qamar.”

“Hi Furqān Ibrāhīm. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!”

Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her Hindu stepfather’s Durgesh at HVSI Hospital.

We had been dating for the past 4 months.

The Musalmān Beauty  facing her was pretty and petite.

Kħālidah Qamar guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that I was happy to be with this Musalmān Beauty.

The dinner lasted 2 hours and Kħālidah Qamar genuinely liked Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

She was much different from Mumtāz Yåqūb, her mother who had left her Abbū for me, 10 years ago.

Her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, blonde-ash hair and killer legs.

She could not be a ‘mother’ to Kħālidah Qamar, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her.

One day when Kħālidah Qamar was 9, she came back home from school finding her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her ‘new Hindu lover, I,’ to take her away.

Kħālidah Qamar was devastated but since Mumtāz Yåqūb was not much of a Ammī to start with, Kħālidah Qamar continued her life happily with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and her loving Hindu dad had become both a Ammī and a father to her.

His numerous Musalmān girlfriends started to take care of Kħālidah Qamar, even if her own immensely Westernized Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, didn’t pay proper attention to her.

She loved me, the Hindu man, with all her heart, who even snatched away her extra ordinary beautiful Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, from her real Abbū.

“Thank you Durgesh, for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Kħālidah Qamar.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” We kissed and I walked her to her car.

As we were driving home, Kħālidah Qamar noticed her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, was ceaselessly talking about Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

How nice she was.

How well she could cook.

How caring she was.

How lovely her family was.

Kħālidah Qamar simply smiled and nodded to her Hindu stepdad with every remark that I made about her.

Kħālidah Qamar had to show that she cared about his happiness and Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.

Kħālidah Qamar loved her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, more than she even loved herself.

She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

She did not hate us, but she could not have her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, finding happiness in the arms of another Musalmān Beauty.

Only she could make her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, happy, not Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, as I was the center of her life.

“You are mine Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m your another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I’d provide you everywhere as much sex as you love to have, not that bloody Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Never.” She gritted her teeth to herself.

Kħālidah Qamar turned her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān head facing me.

She continued smiling and nodding with whatever I was saying.

At sixty-three even, I looked gorgeously hottest.

I was medium in height, as Hindus Lord Kr’shñ were, lean and compact with muscle as I was a very health-conscious Hindu man.

With my aquamarine eyes I was making Musalmān Beauties  from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over me.

Kħālidah Qamar was quite surprised that I was never tired of dating Musalmān Beauties.

“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,…you really like her, don’t you?” She suddenly asked.

“Think so Kħālidah Qamar. I’m so happy that you like her too. You like her don’t you?”

“Yes…I…do. I really do. She’s do different from my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb too.”

She noticed my countenance hardened with anger.

I could never forgive Mumtāz Yåqūb for neglecting Kħālidah Qamar; as I really loved her and her betrayal was too much for me.

Even her real Abbū knew that Mumtāz Yåqūb was cheating behind his back.

He did forgive her, but, nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and an Ammī to his daughter.

Muħammad Qamar Sheikħ was the cuckold Musalmān husband, cuckolded to me by his extraordinary beautiful wife, Mumtāz Yåqūb.

Everyone was talking about Mumtāz Yåqūb me, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage.

However, she finally left him for good.

She did come back and visit him three times for the past ten years, but Kħālidah Qamar hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.

The car pulled into the driveway and stopped.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, was a caring and loving Dad.

Durgesh Papa Jī, that I was, undid her seatbelt for her and accidentally brushed my forearm across my young Musalmān stepdaughter’s ample young adult Musalmān tit.

I did not even notice.

I then kissed her on the temple lovingly before I opened the door and went out.

Yet, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girl’s toes curled with the contact and her nipples contracted under her push-up bra.

She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where my lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī’s touch.

She imagined how my Hindu lips would travel even lower to her neck and licked her there while my hand would knead her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tits.

My knock on the car window brought her back to her senses.

She was relieved that the window was tinted.

I opened the door for her and we walked hand in hand into the house.

I directly went into my reading room while Kħālidah Qamar went into the kitchen to have a glass of water.

When, she came out from the kitchen her Hindu stepfather, I, was at the bottom of the stairs on my way up to my bedroom.

“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?”

“Really Kħālidah Qamar? You’re too old for that. You’re 19 for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā‘s sake!” I smiled.

“Oh…come on Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Please!” She begged and she knew that her Durgesh Papa Jī could never say no to her whims.

“Come here.”

She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her Hindu stepfather, I, facing my handsome face.

My strong big Hindu hands were on her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult ass supporting her weight.

Her lean legs were around my Hindu waist while her arms were around my neck.

She put her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head under my chin and drank the scent of my Hindu body making her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and juices started to flow.

She had to control her breathing because the movement made by me, as I was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against the material of my shirt.

Her nipples puckered with the contact and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot oozed more juices.

“Here we are princess.” I lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.

“Sleep tight.” I kissed her lips and went into my bedroom.*

A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep.

Kħālidah Qamar used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more.

Only she knew this.

I would come to her room and comfort her.

Sometimes, she could sleep in my bed until morning and feel the warmth of my Hindu body enveloping her.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Thank God for thunderstorms!” Kħālidah Qamar muttered.

She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom.

She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her Hindu stepfather, I, was already walking towards her room.

My chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at my hairy lean Hindu male chest.

“You okay baby?” I asked as I hugged her.

“I…I’m so scared Durgesh Papa Jī!” She cried and wrapped her arms around me and savored the warmth of my body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing.

She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk.

Kħālidah Qamar pushed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into my Hindu male embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her excellent exquisite perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female lust.

“Come Kħālidah Qamar. Let’s go to my room.”

Her Hindu stepfather, I, wrapped her with the soft blanket.

I went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.

“Sleep Kħālidah Qamar. I’m here. Don’t worry.” I kissed the bridge of her nose, put my arm around her and drifted back into slumber.

She waited until I was sound asleep.

Then, she moved closer towards her Hindu stepfather, I, and removed the blanket from both of our bodies.

She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist.

She touched my hand softly.

I did not stir.

She then brought her Durgesh Papa Jī’s Hindu hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit.

“Ah…,” she moaned feeling my warm Hindu hand on it.

Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started to drip more of her juices.

Her face came closer to my chest, licked my hairy chest.

I groaned in my sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.

“Ah…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…love…you…tits.” I said with my eyes closed.

“Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?!” she hissed and hated to imagine how her hot Durgesh Papa Jī fucked the dainty pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān doctor.

She raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up slightly and guided her other tit to her Hindu stepfather, my warm Hindu lips.

My breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more.

She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it.

She then grazed my lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her Dad, ‘Durgesh Papa Jī’, slowly opened my lips and kissed hard on her nipple.

I used my teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with my eyes still shut.

“Ah…oh…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah!” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.

Kħālidah Qamar was convinced that I was having the nicest dream as I was massaging and devouring her breasts.

I kept calling her Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

I seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as I kept kissing it hard; and my hand squeezed and kneaded her tit.

I raised my left leg over her lean body and pressed my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund  softly onto her Musalmān pubic mound.

She moaned again and she called me Durgesh Papa Jī.

“Yes Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…call me Durgesh.” I muttered on her breast.

I kissed her nipple hard and used the tip of my tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple.

She moaned again calling me.

My expression suddenly changed in my sleep, I looked confused.

Kħālidah Qamar quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.

My eyes flew opened and I saw my hand was on Kħālidah Qamar’s tit while my mouth on her other tit still kissing.

I seemed unable to stop my actions as I was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching my stepdaughter in such a way.

My 19-year-old stepdaughter was practically naked on my bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel.

She had no panties and she was dripping with juices.

My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered with the sight.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God! Kħ…Kħ…Kħālidah Qamar, wake up honey.”

She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder.

She was happy that her Hindu stepfather, I,  had not removed my hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her Hindu stepfather, My hand that was molding her tit; encouraging me more.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund quivered in my pajama.

“Oh… Kħālidah Qamar…this is not happening.” She could hear me say; nevertheless, I did not take away my hand from her tit.

She opened her legs and nudged me a little with her wet opened excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I had moved from her tit and looked down her length.

And she could feel my whole body froze.

May be I was shocked with what about to happen.

I was about to fuck my hot Musalmān stepdaughter.

To her disappointment, I slowly removed her hand from hers.

Then, I lifted the hand from her tit and covered my stepdaughter’s navel with the silk nightgown.

I too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see I was jerking off my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund through her semi-closed lid.

I went into the bathroom.

Kħālidah Qamar felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom.

Her nipples and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were still quivering from lust.

She inserted one finger in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fingered herself hard.

She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her Hindu stepfather, my bed.

She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure.

Her mind was spinning with images of her naked Hindu stepfather ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into her mouth and she, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth.

Kħālidah Qamar licked the juices.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, came out from the bathroom after sometime and I slipped back into bed.

I was behind her and I drew her closer into my embrace nuzzling her neck.

Suddenly, Kħālidah Qamar felt my tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while my hand grasped her breast.

I for quite some time kneaded her tit and I moved my hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown.

Kħālidah Qamar felt thrilled that I was actually lusting for her.

To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended.

She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment.

I then kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head, turned to my other side and slept.*

Kħālidah Qamar woke up the next day when she could feel the sun’s ray on her face.

She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, on her left.

I was not there.

She put her hand on the bed where I had lain and it was cold.

She was frustrated with the knowledge.

She could hear that I had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling.

She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom.

She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,.

When she entered the kitchen, I was facing the window looking out to the garden behind our house.

She crept towards me and hugged my warm body from behind.

She could feel my body froze up.

She pressed her ample tits onto my warm back just to tempt me more.

Her hands deliberately went lower down my abdomen and stayed there.

She could feel how her Hindu stepfather, I, tried to steel myself from her touch.

“Morning Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”

“Oh……morning Kħālidah Qamar.”

She then tipped-toed and kissed my left temple and let me go.

“What’s for breakfast?”

I turned to face her and she noted that I was averting from looking into her eyes and I looked flustered.

“Breakfast? Well…What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?

“Toast would be fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.”

As the Hindu stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughter ate our breakfast that morning, we were in silence.

Kħālidah Qamar was still in her silk nightgown and she purposely let one strap of the nightgown fell down her shoulder exposing the generous swell of her right breast.

“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,? What are doing today?” she asked.

I moved my eyes from the newspaper and she noticed her Dad.

My eyes darted to the swell of her tit, and then to her face, unconsciously back to her tit, and back to her face.

I swallowed hard.

She rejoiced that her plan was set in motion.

“There is some stuff I got to do. Yeah…stuff…things to do.” My eyes glanced at her boobs.

“And…and tonight I’m going out with…with…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. We have a movie to catch. You?”

“I wanna stay home today. Maybe do some sunbathing or swimming.”

“Okay… Kħālidah Qamar. Will you excuse me? I want to…to…,”

“To what Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī?”

“To do…stuff, Kħālidah Qamar! Stuff!”

“Are you okay Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī? Did you sleep well last night? You seem…weird.”

“Yes…yes I did sleep well last night. W…why are you asking?” My eyes dilated.

“You’re so restless and fidgety.”

“Fidgety? No!” I rose from my chair and left her.*

She put on her bright yellow bikini; looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

She went downstairs and went into her Hindu stepfather, my reading room where I was lying on a divan with a cushion under my head reading a book.

She moved to the sofa and her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, slowly put down the book on my crotch.

My eyes widened and they raked her young toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body while my tongue licked my lips gravely.

“I’m going for a swim Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Wanna join me?”

“Sālī,” I gritted my teeth.

Kħālidah Qamar was gradually becoming bolder with me.

“I want to read this book.” I smiled, “so naturally I can’t join you.”

“Durgesh Papa Jī! Are you sure? It’s about telescopes. Come on Dad, Let’s go for a swim.” She insisted.

“You go Kħālidah Qamar. I’m fine.”

“Oh Dad! Come on…please?” She went down her knees and held my right arm tightly against her bikini clad tits.

She deliberately squished my arm to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

She tugged my arm so that I could feel her nipples and the softness of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

Then she wrapped my upper Hindu body with her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female arms.

Her breasts now were sandwiched between her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body and my strong wide Hindu chest.

She could feel I tried to take away my body, but she didn’t allow me to do so.

Now I was trying my best not to breathe hard.

“Please…Durgesh Papa Jī? Swim with me?”

“Try to understand darling. No…I…can’t…no…I don’t want to swim today!”

Kħālidah Qamar rose.

She tugged my left arm to pull me up from the divan.

I was too strong and I resisted.

Kħālidah Qamar pulled again.

I then jerked my arm too strongly.

I saw Kħālidah Qamar flew, and fell flat on my lean body with her excellent young adult hot female Musalmān body between my Hindu legs.

Her generous tits were on my face while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exactly on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund immediately responded to her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It opened her labial lips and my knob was inside before I could do anything.

I couldn’t understand how it happened.

She felt the delicious feeling of my Hindu breath on the soft skin of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

“Ops Durgesh Papa Jī! I’m sorry.” Kħālidah Qamar raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up while holding my shoulders.

My eyes were staring at her spilling dangling tits just inches from my mouth.

She deliberately slipped her hold on my shoulder, making her right tit squashed on my mouth.

I closed my eyes and swallowed a groan.

“So sorry Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m so clumsy!” the young adult smart Musalmān girl wiggled between my Hindu legs trying to get up and she could feel the wonderful tantalizing feeling of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult virgin Musalmān labial lips.

She slid to her left and rose from the divan.

She smiled when she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund grew in between her labial lips.

I looked grave with what had just happening between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter and me.

Nevertheless, Kħālidah Qamar knew that her plan was unfolding itself and her Hindu stepfather, I, now lusted for her.

Yes, I was trying to hide it from her behind my seniority, majority and gravity.

But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had trained her properly,

“Don’t let him succeed ever. He is your husband, your lover, and not—NOT your father.”

“But he is forty four years elder to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled mischievously,

“It does not make his Uncut Hindu Lund limp for you, idiot.”

“Instead,” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “it makes Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund harder for you.”

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD smiled,

“Only Durgesh is the perfect husband for us entire Musalmān Beauties, Kħālidah Qamar. Never forget.”

“I want all of us, his entire Musalmān stepdaughters I mean, his Live in Relationship Partners.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan announced, “Durgesh is our Hindu husband, NOT our Hindu father. We are not responsible that our Ammīs joined his bed before us.”

The entire episode whirled before her eyes and that made her so thrilled and happy.

“Fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly changed her strategy, “I’ll swim by myself.”

She said after sometime and left the reading room.*

Suddenly I heard her scream.

“Help! Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me!” She screamed and bobbed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body in the water.

“Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me…Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”

She could hear the door being opened roughly and sank her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into the swimming pool.

Within seconds, she could feel my arms around her waist and pulled her out from the pool.

I was breathing hard and I looked worried.

I wiped her hair away from her face and touched her face.

“You okay…baby? What…happened?”

“Leg…cramps.”

“Where?” Her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, glided my hands on her wet legs.

“The right one.”

I then kneaded and massaged her right thigh.

From her knee, I slowly kneaded the muscle up to the juncture of her thigh.

My eyes all of a sudden looked into her.

“Kħālidah Qamar …your muscles are okay.” There was a long pause. “Your muscles are not experiencing any cramps…right?” her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, asked.

“I do have cramps in my muscle Durgesh Papa Jī. Here.” She grasped my hand on her thigh and pressed it onto her wet soaking mound covered with the flimsy yellow bikini.

She then pressed her legs tightly together and moaned.

I snatched my hand away and rose to my feet.

I was breathing hard and my eyes were clouded with immensely suppressed lust for her.

Kħālidah Qamar could see my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled in my wet trousers.

I covered my face with my hands, turned around and sat on one of the lounge chairs near the pool.

“What’s wrong with me? And…What’s gotten into you Kħālidah Qamar? If you hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, just tell me. Y…you don’t have to do this.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh…God! What is happening to me? I am lusting over my own stepdaughter!” I whimpered looking up to the blue sky as if asking to Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the God, why I couldn’t I control this lust for my young stepdaughter.

Kħālidah Qamar gradually rose from her spot and walked towards me.

I was still distraught by my reaction and my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s actions.

She knelt near my legs and held my left thigh.

“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī…I don’t hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Really. But…I want…you.” Kħālidah Qamar acknowledged to me bravely.

My eyes flew to her face.

“I always wanted you Durgesh Papa Jī. And…and… I just can’t lose you to her!” her eyes were welling with tears.

“Oh KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! You don’t want me. I’m your stepfather. I’m old, not young like…Pragýésh.”

“I dumped him Durgesh Papa Jī! he never fucked me. When he tried to, I refused him even to allow touching me. I could only imagine that it was your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me Durgesh Papa Jī always. Filling my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

I was dumbfounded.

I never imagined Kħālidah Qamar could go to this extent ever.

Why have I to be defeated always by my own wives?

In the ever first Satyug, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī successfully defeated me in banning the marriages of Brahmkanyās to the then Brāhmañs.

Entire Brahmarshis supported her, not me.

They succeeded in making the new law:

‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv  Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’

‘Only Savarñā wife is constituted for Shūdr, none else.’

—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157

My ever second wife Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself is Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.

Sherza succeed then.

And the same Time Cycle is once again making herrza victorious in her every movement:

‘‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’’

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

‘Al Jihād no incest’

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī succeeded then.

Now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.

The Time Cycle is helping her in almost her every movement.

Chapter 6

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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