Ved Nagar: 2

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Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah

Durgesh Zubaydah Bābar

Durgesh Nishāt Nazli

We sat in silence again before Bābarah Åālamgīr said.

“I guess you need to decide if it would change, would it be for the better or worse. I think it would be better but I understand why you’re apprehensive. So I will wait. But I am not going to stop trying to entice you!” She said with a grin.

I laughed at her forwardness.

It would give her a triumphant hope and the matter would be postponed at least for now.

I could gain more time for convincing Bābarah Åālamgīr it isn’t right.

“Kiss me on my lips, at least.” Bābarah Åālamgīr requested.

I hadn’t another option.

My refusal to kiss her on her lips would have infuriated her once more.

I kissed her softly on the lips and she spoke again.

“You know that when Nasīm Muåāwiyah  kissed me she gave me some of your Hindu cum.”

“Yes, I know that.” I admitted.

“That was one of my fantasies, to taste your Hindu cum. I’d heard my Ammī praising it whenever you obliged her to suck you. It was every bit as good as I thought it would be. But you never answered my question, can I touch you?”

I sighed, looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and took a long time answering.

“Ok, but just a little, if you’re so adamantly curious.” I compromised somewhat.

“Why shouldn’t I be curious even? I’ve never touched anyone before.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr reached out under the water and gently took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I can’t believe you’re hard again already.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, winking at me, meaningfully, “Doesn’t it mean you want to make love to me yourself as well? Come on. Let’s fuck.”

“Nonsense. What would you expect? I’m sitting here holding a beautiful naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman. Wouldn’t it turn me on? I am not impotent. Of course I’m hard.” I answered.

Bābarah Åālamgīr  smiled at me and kissed me again softly on the lips,

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

Eīshān!” I groaned protesting her aggressiveness.

We sat like that for a while just holding one another with her hand gently sliding over my Uncut Hindu Lund and touching it getting to know every square inch of it, certain that one day before long she would have it inside her.

Bābarah Åālamgīr knew this was a battle she would win ultimately.

But she also knew I was right at least somewhat.

It would change our relationship forever and if she forced the issue, I would relent.

And in the end, she could lose me to my non-consent.

Yet, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I was excited now.

She could take more benefits from me now.

Should she go ahead and try to fuck me?

My Uncut Hindu Lund was already in her hand.

She was already playing with it.

“Let me kiss it.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“Bābarah Åālamgīr!”

“I’ve already tasted your Hindu Vīrý. Haven’t I?”

Bābarah darling.”

“Let me get it once more, this time from the original source.”

I looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr gravely.

“You want to suck me?”

“Please!”

Bābarah, I say you won’t stop once you start it.”

“Okay. I want to fuck you, then.”

Bābarah!”

“You are fucking all of my friends. They are enjoying it very much. Why can’t I? Only because my Ammī maintained her Live in relationship with you once? Let me too.”

“I’m already sixty two, Bābarah.”

“It doesn’t make any difference to me, but okay. I’d win you. I won’t rape you.”

Reluctantly, Bābarah Åālamgīr released me and said.

“Come on, let’s go find the others.”*

We found the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girls sitting in the living room.

All the three were still naked and completely comfortable with it.

Were they nudists now?

Eīshān, how crazy the Musalmān Beauties for me?

Every one of them, at least almost, wanted me inside them.

They hadn’t any respect at all even for my age.

I had eased up and not bothered to put my suit back on,

‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘I’ve already banged all of them except Bābarah Åālamgīr and even she’s watched me doing it.”

So when Bābarah Åālamgīr and I walked into the room, both entirely nude ourselves, there were questions on all their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān faces.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah was the only one who knew of Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s desires toward her Hindu father.

But the other two wondered what happened after their little orgy in the hot tub and suspected that Hindu father and Musalmān daughter had ‘gotten friendly’.

Bābarah Åālamgīr put their curiosity to rest though.

“Thanks, girls. Durgesh and I had a good talk after you girls left. I guess we needed to do that for a while.”

I walked to the bar, poured them another drink, and offered the others one.

Zubaydah Bābar  and Nishāt Nazli  accepted and joined me on the bar stools while Nasīm Muåāwiyah  and Bābarah Åālamgīr  sat on the couch and talked.

I was making their drinks when Zubaydah Bābar  said.

Durgesh, thanks for … uh…Thanks. It was nice.”

“That goes for me too.” Nishāt Nazli  offered.

“Thanks. You’re just saying that to make an old man feel good.” I smiled good naturedly.

“Think so, huh?” Nishāt Nazli  retorted, “Just keep pushing it and we’re liable to lay you down and gang rape you.”

“That won’t work,” Zubaydah Bābar interjected, “you can’t rape the willing.”

All the three of them laughed at that.

Then Zubaydah Bābar  asked, smiling impishly,

“So does this mean you’re going to service us all the week?”

I chuckled.

“I certainly would love it. But I sort of made a commitment to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. Nevertheless, taking care of all of you is my duty too. You are my guests.”

“We’ve already talked to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She doesn’t mind as long as it doesn’t interfere with her, and as long as we don’t overuse you, so at least once in a while is ok.”

“What about Bābarah Åālamgīr? Isn’t she going to end up with the female equivalent of blue balls if we run around fucking all over the place?” I asked gravely.

“I guess that is really kind of a problem.” Zubaydah Bābar  admitted. “We’ll look into that and get back to you. In the meantime, you’re off the hook I guess.”

We talked and teased for a while then decided it was time for bed.

“So since you’re not going to take care of me tonight, I guess I have to talk Nishāt Nazli  into doing me.” Zubaydah Bābar quipped.

I looked at them.

“What again?”

The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful young Musalmān  girls looked at me.

“You girls should close the door if you don’t want anybody to see.” I told them.

They both giggled.

“Well, we’ll leave it open tonight in case you decide in our favor ultimately, want to come down and join in, you are most welcome.” Nishāt Nazli said with a wink.

“Thanks, but I think Nasīm Muåāwiyah  is going to need some attention tonight.” I said gravely, yet even then smiling somewhat.

“Bring her too. I wouldn’t mind her luscious little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body. I always thought she was hot.” Zubaydah Bābar  told me.

With that, Zubaydah Bābar  and Nishāt Nazli  headed off down the steps.

I moved over to join Nasīm Muåāwiyah  and Bābarah Åālamgīr.

I sat down on the couch with Nasīm Muåāwiyah  and she nestled against me, as the three of us talked.

As we were sitting there, Nasīm Muåāwiyah  reached out, took hold of my semi-flaccid Hindu member and began to stroke me, absently, as she talked to Bābarah Åālamgīr.

I was a little careful having my Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān  girlfriend jacking me while Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr too, sat there and watched us.

Bābarah Åālamgīr saw the look on my face and smiled.

Soon my alertness faded as my interest grew.

I was a hypersexual ultimately.

I began to stroke Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s breasts as we sat there.

Before long, I had all but forgotten Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s presence.

My hand automatically, absently, moved down to stroke Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

After a few minutes, Bābarah Åālamgīr  could see that she no longer had Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s attention.

She smiled.

“Well, it looks you guys are headed for bed. I guess I will too.”

As Bābarah Åālamgīr  stood up to go, Nasīm Muåāwiyah  grasped her hand and pulled Bābarah Åālamgīr  to her.

“Thanks for letting me have Durgesh.” She whimpered to Bābarah Åālamgīr.

She kissed her on the lips.

The kiss turned into a long and passionate one.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah  reached out and began to finger Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while I penised hers.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was nearly lost in the eroticism of the scene.

She wanted to make love to me on the couch and she knew if she tried we would, at least at this  point, allow her to join us but with the conversation she had earlier with me, she decided to wait more.

She broke the kiss with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and said to her,

“Thanks for the invitation but I think, you two need to be alone tonight.” And as she finished, she bent over and sucked one of Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s nipples into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani  Musalmān  mouth.

At the same time, Bābarah Åālamgīr  let her delicate Musalmān hand wander to my Hindu groin and stroked my Uncut Hindu member, squeezing it too lovingly.

I watched her attentively, scrutinizing what she really was after now.

Bābarah Åālamgīr played with Uncut Hindu Lund at least for one full hour.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah kept smiling.

Then suddenly Bābarah Åālamgīr gave my Uncut Hindu Lund to Nasīm Muåāwiyah and was gone.*

  Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, judiciously.

“The entire Ummat-e-Muslimah has seen Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs working most effectively. I’ve successfully replaced the age long kingdom of Assaåūds with the most required Democracy here. Not even only this, we are progressing immensely too. The last year is its irrefutable evidence.”

“And you think it’s due to Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs?”

“Try to explain it all otherwise.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan invited.

“That’s what I’m trying to do if you only let me.”

“No, you are not doing that.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said firmly, inflexibly, “You are only trying to advance a theory against irrefutable history, irrefutable facts. What I say is indisputable, irrefutable history, irrefutable facts. What you are proposing is only a theory that’s not even scientific. Being the Chief Executive of this Democracy, I can’t waist the people’s money and time in discussing unsupported emotional Pseudo Islamic theories against duly proven facts. If we do that, those emotional theories are infinite.”

“Madam, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, I―”

“The place to discuss such theories is outside, not this Executive Council. We are sent here to discuss the proven facts, not the theories that have already brought Ummat-e-Muslimah on the second place to the Christians, and now even Hindus are defeating us.”

“But what you are proposing is also accepting our defeat to the Hindus.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said somewhat furiously.

“They are not, Hindus. They are the Musalmīn Everfirst.”

“Well, I don’t agree with you.”

“That’s why you never succeeded in abolishing the age long kingdom of Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“I object calling the Assaåūds Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“Okay, let’s vote.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled tartly.

She glanced at the entire Executive Council.

“Anybody who substantiates the Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan, raise his/her hand, please.”

There was suddenly pin drop silence in the Executive Council.

Everyone was tense now intensely.

“I’ll wait complete five minutes to let the honorable Councilwomen and Councilmen to take their decision.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said solemnly.

The pin drop silence continued.

Moreover, it had become grimmer too.*

Bābarah Åālamgīr  went down the steps alone.

She was horny.

She immensely needed to fuck me.

Allah, how can she make me fuck her?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had offered her the new print media as well as the electronic one too:

Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah’.

But she wanted first to be sure that Bābarah Åālamgīr would never surrender to Pseudo Islam.

“Only Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah can save both Islam and us Musalmān Beauties. If you don’t understand this you are too much far behind from the mainstream.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled forlornly.

“That isn’t any problem to me, Naåīmah. I have different problem. I want Durgesh himself. And Durgesh says he has brought me up with my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.”

“Seduce him.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised Bābarah Åālamgīr cunningly, “Durgesh had brought up me too with my Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān. Yet, I successfully seduced the Hindu playboy.”

“Your story is different.”

“How?”

“He was never attached to you as a stepfather.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Bābarah Åālamgīr.

“How do you know?”

Bābarah Åālamgīr was dumbfounded.

“You mean he was attached to you too, as a stepfather?”

“He is attached to his every stepdaughter as a stepfather, you idiot.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr’s eyes widened.

“Allah, you mean―?”

“That’s right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, “We, his so called stepdaughters, are hornier than Durgesh even. We never accepted him our stepfather even while he is adamant to maintain the platonic relationship.”

“Allah,” Bābarah Åālamgīr was crestfallen, “I’ll be damned.”

“That’s right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Bābarah Åālamgīr once again.*

As Bābarah Åālamgīr reached the bottom, she saw the light on, in Zubaydah Bābar‘s room.

She walked over to the door, thinking maybe she could interest Zubaydah Bābar in a little sex, but she found that Zubaydah Bābar  and Nishāt Nazli  were already occupied.

Nishāt Nazli was lying on the bed with her Musalmān  legs spread and Zubaydah Bābar  had her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face  buried in Nishāt Nazli’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed disappointed and turned to leave.

But Nishāt Nazli had seen her.

Nishāt Nazli called her name.

Bābarah Åālamgīr? Come on in. Lay here with us.” She invited.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“Thanks.”

She crawled into bed with the other two young Musalmān women.

They went to work on her.

Zubaydah Bābar was eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān Choot while Nishāt Nazli was sucking her Musalmān tits and kissing her quivering crimson Musalmān lips.

As Bābarah Åālamgīr lay down, Zubaydah Bābar  moved over and slid between her Musalmān legs.

She kissed her friend’s beautiful Musalmān mound and Musalmān slit, gently working her up to an even higher state of readiness before she allowed her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue  just barely to break into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty  immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān slit and slide up and down.

With each stroke she let it go deeper until she was soon running her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue hard against Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s slit and occasionally over her clit.

Hell, she needed Durgesh inside her very much.

With each pass over her ravenous Musalmān clit, Bābarah Åālamgīr shuddered and pushed herself into Zubaydah Bābar‘s face, until Zubaydah Bābar  pushed her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue  into Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s hole, and shoved it in and out fucking her with it.

Then when Bābarah Åālamgīr could stand no more, she brought it back out and started to draw circles around her love button, until Bābarah Åālamgīr came in a shuddering orgasm, drenching Zubaydah Bābar‘s face.

Nishāt Nazli started out kissing and licking on Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s breasts.

Whenever they had made love in the past, Nishāt Nazli had always been fascinated by Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Musalmān titties.

They were so unlike her own D cups.

Nishāt Nazli had often told her how lucky she was that she did not have to wear a bra all the time and have these ponderous jugs swinging in front of her.

Nishāt Nazli  made love to Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Musalmān tits, slowly licking them, and swirling around the nipples causing them to rise to their full size, and sucking them in, to give pleasure to Bābarah Åālamgīr.

Soon it was enough excitement, between Nishāt Nazli working her Musalmān  tits and Zubaydah Bābar  sucking on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

She began to beg.

Nishāt Nazli, please sit on my face. I want to eat you. I want your cum in my mouth. Please.”

Nishāt Nazli was more than happy to comply, as Zubaydah Bābar had left her well eaten, but not yet at orgasm.

She crawled up, and straddled Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s face.

Then she lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot on to the waiting mouth.

Nishāt Nazli sat there grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  into her friend’s mouth, until Bābarah Åālamgīr let out a muffled scream into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

An orgasm wracked her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī  female Musalmān  body.*

The vibration of Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s scream shook through Nishāt Nazli sending her over the edge.

Nishāt Nazli  came onto Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s face.

Bābarah Åālamgīr lapped up the flow of cum greedily.

Then the three of them cuddled up together and hugged enjoying the afterglow.

Nishāt Nazli broke the silence.

Bābarah Åālamgīr, thanks for sharing your Hindu Dad with me. I wanted Durgesh  so bad especially after I saw the size of him. I just had to try him on, for size.”

Zubaydah Bābar followed her.

“Yeah, thanks. It was incredible to feel that Hindu monster in me. I have been so horny for Uncut Hindu Cock lately and Durgesh  does look so good. I never thought I would want an older guy like that but I can see there are advantages to it. For one they know what to do with what they got and Durgesh  seemed as interested in us getting off as I did in cumming myself.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed a bit.

“You’re welcome, but it really was up to Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She is the one that’s his official Live in Relationship Partner now.”

“We know, but you also. I mean neither of them would have fucked me if you had a problem with it. We’ll thank Nasīm Muåāwiyah later. Right now I think she’s probably occupied.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.

“She and Durgesh  becoming an item, or is this just a vacation fuck?” Zubaydah Bābar asked.

Chapter 3

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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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