KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 33

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 33

Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah

Durgesh Zubaydah Bābar

Durgesh Nishāt Nazli

The next morning dawned perfect for golf, cooler than the previous days had been, but not cold.

The sky was as predicted partly cloudy.

Not a good day for the beach, but perfect for golf.

Åāliyah Raħmān, my new patient for Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy, was making coffee.

I slipped out of bed without waking Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

When I turned, I found Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, walking up the steps wearing only her panties again.

I took a second to admire her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and she smiled at me.

“Like what you see?” She asked me teasingly.

“Yes I do. If you weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr …”

“What would have you done? You already have one young thing, a superb Musalmān Beauty, in your bed. Don’t you?” Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.

Who could have believed she bylined the news story in ‘Ved Nagar Tribune’?

The news story was already making history:

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza to return to Al Madīnat Al Munawwarah Al Madīnat An-Nabīs.’

It was datelined Paris.

I smiled at her.

“It’s a big bed.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed at me, but she noticed that I was wearing a raging hardon under my shorts.

She started to get wet herself at the teasing.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah came out of the bedroom, having overheard the exchange.

“So are you joining us tonight for some wild sex?” she asked Bābarah Åālamgīr nonchalantly.

“No. He’s just teasing me, letting me think I have a chance.” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased Nasīm Muåāwiyah back.

“Oh too bad.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted.

I laughed at the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties.

Yet, under the humor I wondered how much was act and how much real.

The coffee finished and Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar joined us.

Nishāt Nazli was also wearing nothing except her panties and Zubaydah Bābar came up the steps naked as a jaybird.

She perched on a stool sleepily and set her feet on the side rungs.

Deliberately she left her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open and exposed for me.

I checked her out as discreetly as I could.

I noticed that she too shaved most of the hair from her pubic area with the exception of a horizontal strip just above her slit.

Different from the vertical strip most Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls leave, when they leave anything.

Zubaydah Bābar noticed me looking.

Zubaydah Bābar smiled naughtily.

Then she spread her beautiful Musalmān legs a little wider to give me a better view.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah caught the byplay, looked at her friend, and laughed.

“What a shameless slut you are.”

Zubaydah Bābar just smiled even broader.

“Kambakħt, you are enjoying the ever sexiest Hindu male in the entire history of humankind already, and I’m the slut? Not you? Wallah, what a great sincerity you do have.”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah winked at Zubaydah Bābar and showed her her right thumb.

“Jealous, Zubaydah Bābar? Eh?”

I sighed.

None of them wanted to have a platonic relationship with me.

Everyone of them wanted me to fuck them to their heart’s content forever.*

We finished our breakfast and got our showers.

I also got a blowjob while I was getting my shower and shot my Hindu sperm into Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

“Hmmm, just the right protein before a golf game.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah quipped as she swallowed my Hindu load.

We met at the car.

I smiled when I saw how they were dressed.

All the four were wearing the tightest T-shirts and shortest shorts they had.

For most of them, it looked like they were painted on.

Except Zubaydah Bābar  that is, of course.

She had borrowed one of Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s shirts.

But Zubaydah Bābar was as big; as it left her midriff bare and nearly exposed her Musalmān  tits at the bottom.

In fact, when I looked at her she leaned back as if to stretch and I could easily see the swell of her exciting excellent enticing Musalmān breasts.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me.

“It’ll break their concentration.”

“Hell, it’ll break mine too. And I’ve seen all of you, if not naked, damn near.” I said.

She laughed winking at me.

I laughed too.

We piled into the car.

Once we arrived at the club, all the four Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls went into their “dumb blonde” act and literally pranced around the pros hop and clubhouse.

We continued the act pretending not to know how to drive the carts and needing lessons.

So by the time we arrived at the first T, our opponents were already counting their money.

At the first T, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls went to set up and their opponents directed them to the white T about 20 yards ahead of the blue, where they  were set up.

“That’s the ladies tee up there, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.” I explained.

“But that’s discrimination.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah  blurted out, “It’s not fair if we are closer than you.”

“That’s Ok little Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. We don’t mind, do we boys?” I answered.

They all agreed and urged the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls up to the closer tee.

Being good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, they moved up reluctantly.

It was an odd number of people.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was along, yet she was not playing.

We had taken three carts.

I was in one and the rest four Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful young Musalmān  girls were in the other two.

Bābarah Åālamgīr would sometimes ride with me and cuddle with me as I drove.

Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah  would switch with her, then Zubaydah Bābar  and Nishāt Nazli.

The opponents were green with envy that I had four young Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls paying attention to me and kept making comments about robbing cradles and other more lewd things.

Zubaydah Bābar made a show of stretching before each shot.

She brought her arms up over her head every now and then, and her shirt with it, flashing everyone a little Musalmān tit each time.

As we planned, the first three holes were all up to me.

I played well but not well enough, deliberately.

I lost two holes and won only one, strategically.

None of the shots the Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls made, even came close to staying on the fairway, let alone the green.

We got to the fourth tee.

All the Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls circled around me and pouted about how sorry they were that I was losing all that money and they would do better next time.

I smiled.

I never told them what I’d planned actually.

Zubaydah Bābar  turned to the opponents and waggled her nearly exposed Musalmān tits.

“$100 a hole per man is a lot of money. That is what we’re playing for right. That’s four hundred dollars for each hole.”

The four opponents looked at each other and quickly agreed that those were the stakes.

I stopped and said,

“Oh, I thought it was $100 per hole per team. But Ok if it’s per man. It’s Ok. I’ve already brought enough cash to cover it.”

I drew a wad of cash from my pocket and started to count it off to make sure.

“Yep, I can cover it. Don’t worry, my darlings.”

The other four were nearly drooling between ogling the Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls and the money.

They were hooked.

“Ok, Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls, just do your BEST and we’ll be fine.” I announced.

The four opponents laughed out loud.

The laughter stopped when Zubaydah Bābar  drove her ball over three hundred yards to drop on the green in one shot.

We finished the hole on two strokes, because of Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s 30’ putt while the opponents were rattled enough to need five strokes.

The next 14 hole were more of the same.

It was a slaughter.

When we finished, each of the opponents were muttering about ringers as they handed me the money.

“Ringers?” I asked. “You never asked if we had any experience. I guess I forgot fully to introduce you. This is Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and these are her three friends. They represent 75% of the first string of the MVU State Championship Ladies Golf Team. As I remember, Shekhar, you never even asked they are average or handicap. But just so you know for next time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s is the highest average at 88. Have a good day. I am going to take these young Musalmān ladies shopping with your money.”

They looked at each other frustrated.

We all hooked arms and walked to my car.

We all had the good manners to hold our laughter until we got into the car but then we went into hysterics.

Finally, as it began to subside, Zubaydah Bābar said,

“Sorry Durgesh, but those guys won’t want to play with you again.”

“Good,” I answered, “I never liked them anyway. I only ever accepted to be polite.”

“They won’t give you any trouble at the club, like with membership, will they?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked, suddenly concerned.

“They can try but I doubt it, after all I’m on the board of directors and they’re just auxiliary members, summer residents.” I laughed.

Once home I sat in the kitchen and counted out our winnings into four stacks of $1500 each and handed each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān  girl her share.

They all protested.

Especially Bābarah Åālamgīr, because she didn’t play.

“Look, you all earned it. Once you started to play only one of my shots got used, that one chip shot. You all won the game. And Bābarah Åālamgīr, you were their manager. I don’t need the money. I already do have it plenty of my own.  Use it for books, for clothes, or for new clubs, or for just to enjoy the summer, whatever. It’s yours.”

We continued until I agreed to let them take me to dinner one night.

Then they all scampered off to count their money.*

When I returned to the house, I noticed that both Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah were on their cell phones and I smiled to myself.

Then as they came and told me, they were going to go out for a bit but would be back later, I knew they were going shopping.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls took me to dinner that evening.

We had a good dinner and a good time before we returned home.

It was a cool evening.

We all wanted to get into the hot tub, naturally,  and relax.

They insisted I join them.

I agreed and went to get my suit on.

The hot tub was one of those big eight person jobs.

It had come with the house when I bought it.

I considered getting rid of it because I rarely used it but it was nice to have around, so I kept it.

Once I got there, I noticed that all the four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls were of course topless.

They teased me about wearing a bathing suit.

Zubaydah Bābar  announced she was naked and of course, Nasīm Muåāwiyah was too.

It had become her normal state.

Nishāt Nazli  peeled off her thong as I got in and threw it out onto the deck.

Bābarah Åālamgīr just smirked at me.

She got out getting them all another round of drinks.

I saw she was also naked.

She was too deliberately seducing me, I knew it now.

Did she herself wanted to replace her mother, in my life?

It seemed to me so.

When she returned with the drinks, I got my first deliberate look at Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot since she was little.

I found that as I had suspected from the view through her panties, she shaved her red bush except for a strip leading up from her slit.

The sight of her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot made the hardon I already had, even harder.

She was a very beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī  ardent Musalmān young woman, as were the other three too in the tub with me.

They continued to tease me about my bathing suit until, after their a couple of drinks; I figured what the hell and slipped out of it too under the water.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah was sitting next to me as I slid it off.

She of course helped and then immediately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

We all laughed at how possessive she got about me and she just shrugged.

“Believe me if you had it you’d be possessive too yourselves.” She told them, “You haven’t experienced its unique sexual miracles yet, girlies.”

The next half hour slid into teasing and games of grabbing their asses and my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Until Finally Bābarah Åālamgīr  and Nasīm Muåāwiyah  were trying to hold my arms to dunk me.

Nishāt Nazli  tried to pull my legs out from under me.

In the end, Nishāt Nazli  twisted and fell right into my nude Hindu male lap, and on top of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It didn’t go into her, but it did almost nevertheless.

Nishāt Nazli  was sitting on my male Hindu lap straddling me boldly.

And she wasn’t ashamed of her for it even the slightest.

My Hindu meat was pressed against her glorious young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Her extremely beautiful Musalmān  eyes got big.

Nishāt Nazli  instinctively rocked against it and closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes in pleasure.

When she opened them, she looked first at Bābarah Åālamgīr.

Bābarah Åālamgīr  just gave a little shrug and inclined her head toward Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

She looked at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled and nodded.

Nishāt Nazli picked herself up a bit and almost before I knew what was happening, she sat down on me, driving my Uncut Hindu Cock into her waiting extremely ravenous  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I looked around alert.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah leaned over, kissed my lips and whimpered in my ear.

“It’s Ok, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Go ahead. Enjoy.”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah held my arm and cuddled against me, as Nishāt Nazli fucked my Uncut Hindu Cock into herself.

As Nishāt Nazli rode me, Zubaydah Bābar  swam over, sat with us, and watched as I fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān friend.

I was naked in my hot tub with four naked and beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women and I was fucking one of them while the other three watched us, enjoying it boldly, with pride.

One of them was my Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girlfriend and the other was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.

I looked over at Bābarah Åālamgīr.

She saw the uncertainty in my eyes.

She just leaned to me immediately, letting her naked young Musalmān breasts brush my male Hindu chest.

Bābarah Åālamgīr gently kissed my Hindu lips.

Then she whimpered to me.

“Thank you, Durgesh, for entertaining my friends to the extent they were dying to. They came here deliberately to have you inside them. Thank you once more.I love you.”

It was then that I knew this was something Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, wanted me to do with herself too, and enjoy.

A glance at Nasīm Muåāwiyah showed a smile on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani  Musalmān face  as she watched Nishāt Nazli bounce on me.

I leaned back and relaxed.

It took a long time before I felt Nishāt Nazli  tighten on my Uncut Hindu Cock, groan and shudder into orgasm.

Nishāt Nazli collapsed against me and kissed me on my male Hindu lips.

“Thank you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ”

Then she kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah too, gently, and then Bābarah Åālamgīr, before she extricated herself from me.*

To her great surprise, I was still hard, as I had not cum still now, even after fucking Nishāt Nazli so much.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at Zubaydah Bābar  and raised her eyebrows.

Zubaydah Bābar smiled and crawled up on my legs.

“My turn?” She asked.

“Sure, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” I winked at her.

Zubaydah Bābar lowered herself onto me.

“Thank you.”

Despite her size, Zubaydah Bābar had the smallest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

It took some time for her to stretch out enough to accommodate me inside her.

Once I was fully in, Zubaydah Bābar  began to rock on me.

She came the first time in seconds and just continued to ride me for a few minutes until she was rocked by another orgasm.

At the same time as Zubaydah Bābar  moaned with her second orgasm, I heard a noise from Bābarah Åālamgīr.

I looked over.

I immediately recognized her glassy eyed stare.

I looked down to see in the clear water that she had her hand buried in her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

She was fantasizing it wasn’t her finger, my Uncut Hindu Lund instead she was enjoying herself.

It was written on her face clearly what she was fantasizing entirely unashamed of herself.

I was near to cumming now.

As Zubaydah Bābar slid off me, Nasīm Muåāwiyah grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock, placed her other hand underneath me, and lifted me up.

I rose out of the water.

I felt another pair of hands slide underneath me and realized that it was Bābarah Åālamgīr herself.

She was too holding up my weight in the water.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah leaned forward and drew me into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani  Musalmān  mouth.

She began to pump on my Uncut Hindu Cock, making love to it as she had done before, swallowing my entire Hindu length and slowly letting it slide back out, then repeating it, till I was ready to cum.

She went on doing it nonstop, until she sensed my orgasm coming.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah  pulled off me until just the tip was in her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani  Musalmān   mouth.

I shot my Hindu cum into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani  Musalmān  mouth.

She did not swallow it.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah  just held it there until I was finished.

Then as they let me slide back into the water, Nasīm Muåāwiyah  leaned over and kissed Bābarah Åālamgīr.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah forced Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s mouth open with her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue to share my Hindu cum with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me deliberately with immense pride.

Then they broke the kiss, and each of them turned to their other friends.

Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned to Nishāt Nazli  and obliged her giving her some of my Hindu  juice she had captured.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah  turned to Zubaydah Bābar  to share with her.

They each swallowed their prize, my Hindu Vīrý, optimum.

It was so much, all of them had it enough.

First Zubaydah Bābar, then Nishāt Nazli  and then Nasīm Muåāwiyah  leaned to me and kissed me with their tongues sliding into my mouth, thanking me thus for my tastiest Hindu Juice.

Then each of them kissed me.

They got out of the tub with a smile and walked into the house.

It left me alone in the tub with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.

They deliberately did it.

Bābarah Åālamgīr made them to do it.

I saw her requesting, rather ordering them to do so.

I was all alert now.

Was Bābarah Åālamgīr ready now to fuck me herself?

She was deliberately alone there with me so that I won’t object when she fucks me?

Bābarah Åālamgīr had just watched me fucking two of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān friends.

She had also watched me getting a blowjob from the third and shared my Hindu cum herself, with all of them.

Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes bravely and laid her head on my chest.

“You know I’m jealous of all of them. Don’t you?” She said gravely.

“No I didn’t know.” I answered.

“Of course. They have all had you and I can’t. Only because you have my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, before I could have you myself.” She answered.

I looked at her gravely.

“You must understand, Bābarah Åālamgīr, it isn’t just what you say. It makes you my stepdaughter.”

“Nonsense. Damn you. I would rather die instead, accepting you my stepfather.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said curtly, “I love you, as my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, loves you. I never called you ‘daddy’ seriously. I always called you ‘daddy’ skeptically’. We are lovers, not a stepfather and a stepdaughter. Damn it. I mean it, you know.”

“You shouldn’t have taken my Hindu Vīrý into your mouth; neither should you have swallowed it.” I told her.

“I would rape you if you don’t make love to me. I deliberately bring them here so that they fuck you and help me in fucking you myself. Allah, what a miraculous Hindu male tool you have! Everyone of us is crazy to fuck you to our hearts content.”

“Nonsense, Bābarah Åālamgīr, you must be more prudent and more sophisticated. You are now a globally renowned reporter, a journalist hailed by a large number of your fans.”

“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have my sex life. Does it?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked me curtly.

“Not with me.” I said equally curtly.

I patted her shoulder.

Finally, after a few minutes she broke the silence,

“Okay. Can I ask you a favor at least?”

“What’s that?” I asked her gravely.

“Can I touch it? Can I myself hold your Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand, with your kind permission, if you please?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.

Chapter 34

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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