Ved Nagar: 8

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

   Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

By the time Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s fifteen year-old brother made it into the house; we were all sitting quietly on the couch watching TV.

The only give away, if Naåīm Sheikħ were that observant, was the heavy, musky smell of sex that hung in the air…and the satisfied little smile her best friend gave me from the corner of her eye.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went home awhile later.

The hot ache between her thighs was silent and sated.

Yet, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  could still feel my Hindu cum inside her.

I was nowhere in sight as I entered the house.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  headed upstairs to clean up.

Her mind was playing back the previous hours events.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Sweetie, is that you?” I called as I passed her closed bedroom door.

She paused.

“Yes, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!.”

“Can you come in here a second?”

“Sure.” She opened my door and stepped inside, breathing in the scent of my cologne.

I stood in front of my mirror, bare-chested, dressed in a pair of crisp khakis.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had forgotten about my date!

A wave of jealousy spun her stomach in circles.

She swallowed hard to keep a straight face.

“Hey, baby. Have fun at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Did you sleep well?”

My face flushed.

“Must’ve fallen asleep watching TV last night after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got home.”

“Right. So what’s up?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked lightly.

I looked up.

My eyes taking in the length of her tanned legs, lingering over her chest before I blinked as if to focus myself.

“Um…out of the two of these shirts…which one do you like better?” I held up a long-sleeved blue chambray button down shirt and a forest green short-sleeved polo shirt, both of which set off my eye and skin color.

Like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me to look any better than I already naturally did for this Musalmān Beauty !

“Wear the green one.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  murmured.

I smiled, showing my dimples.

“Exactly what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was thinking.”

I sat down on the edge of my bed and watched silently as I pulled it over my head, giving her a lengthy appraisal of my toned chest.

Of its own accord, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot came alive again.

So much for being satisfied, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a silent groan.

“So? What do you think?” I tucked the shirt into the waistband of my khakis, brushing off traces of lint and tiny wrinkles.

I stood and reached out to straighten the collar, pressing her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body as close to me as she dared.

She just wanted to feel my body against her…

Her breasts touched my chest.

I smiled meaningfully.

“Let me straighten this out.” she said.

Her green eyes met mine, and her nipples hardened as the fabric of her top rubbed against them, pushing into me.

Our mouths were inches away from each other’s.

She pressed her pelvis into me.

She felt me alert slightly, and felt the legendary erection growing underneath the crotch of my khakis.

Her heart pounded a mile a minute and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah raised herself on her toes, closed her eyes, and placed her warm mouth on me, mine.

Our lips lingered only a moment before I pulled away quickly, as if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had shocked me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …Are you alright?” I smiled.

“Why?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  too smiled naughtily.

Boldly, she slipped her extremely beautiful Musalmān hand to my Hindu crotch and cupped my raging Hindu erection in her palm, gently squeezing it.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was touching my Uncut Hindu Lund! The very object that created the entire infinite creations was in her hand…and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wanted it inside here.

Here.

Now.

“Sālī, I’m your Ammī’s fucker,” I said impishly. “And you’re her daughter.”

“Yes. We love each other, and I can’t think of anything more right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  also replied mischievously, her fingers working at my belt.

She unbuckled it and slipped her hand down the front of my khakis, needing to wrap her hand around the steel hard Hindu pole practically bursting out of my pants.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me so badly that even her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body was shaking now.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nudged past my boxer briefs and her fingertips brushed across my burning hot Uncut Hindu Lund, sending a shudder through the both of us.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohhh, God…” she moaned softly.

“No, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…baby, we can’t make it routine…”

“You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered. “I know you want it, I want you, too. I want you so much.” Her green eyes clouded with lust at her words, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  glorified mentally as my warm, strong hands settled on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, sliding around her waist.

I did it carefully, as if I would shatter her moving too quickly, or I would scare her away with too much movement.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her fingers up and down the length of my ever-unconquerable Hindu hardness, staring in wonder at the hundred different emotions running through her beautiful eyes.

First nervousness, then lust, then guilt, and lust again.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suspected I should too probably be acting the same way, but the wanting Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had for me overtook her.

Damn it, nothing else mattered but having Durgesh.

“You know I came into your bedroom last night and saw you,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  continued.

“You touched me. You tasted me.” I inhaled sharply.

“You were awake?”

“Yes. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I too wanted you to touch me. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fatimah, I wanted your mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. I love you even more than myself,” she said, trembling.

There was no turning back now.

Nothing would be the same.

“I love you too, my darling.” I groaned.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wrapped her eager little Musalmān fingers around my Uncut Hindu Prick, pulling them down to the mushroom-shaped tip and back up to the base, stroking firmly and slowly.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was so thick and long!

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot was dripping wet and throbbing, begging for my male Hindu attention and release.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had my hard Uncut Hindu Dick in it, less than half an hour previously.

This is what I did to her.

“Can I take it in my ardent Musalmān mouth, please?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  asked breathlessly. “Let me take your Uncut Hindu Lund in my ardent 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 make you cum once more in my mouth. You taste incredible.” Her mouth opened.

Suddenly from downstairs, the doorbell sounded.

My date was here.

Her heart sank in disappointment.

She was sure now to replace Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Naturally, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  angrily yanked her hand away, knowing inside it wasn’t my fault, but even then, she was unable to help herself.

“Have fun on your fucking date.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  muttered, swearing for the first time ever in front of me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked out of my room and went into her own.

She slammed the door behind her and threw herself across the bed, burying her head in a pillow.

There was a brief knock at the door.

“Good night, baby. I should be in early. We can enjoy each other even after that. At present the Musalmān Beauty, my date today, needs me more. Be a good sport.” I called.

A few minutes later, the front door closed and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard my SUV pulling away from the house.

She pounded the bed with her fists, throwing a tantrum like any three-year-old and enjoying every second.

It was like a game between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  and me.

We get close; something came along, and ruined it.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was getting sick of it.

With a heavy sigh, she dragged herself out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slipping in the shower for a long, hot wash.

She scrubbed her hair and body, using a sweet smelling shower gel to relax her even more.

Afterwards she put on a pair of lacy white panties and one of my EMT button down work shirts.

She headed downstairs to the couch to flick on the TV and flip aimlessly through the channels.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t stop thinking about how her hand was around my hard Uncut Hindu Lund…stroking me…hearing me moan.

Never had Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wanted a man as badly as she did me, and here Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to share me with this woman.

It wasn’t fair.

The time was well after two in the morning, by the time I crept through the front door.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slowly stood up, standing silently as I turned.

I jumped about a foot in the air seeing her quiet form.

Eīshān, sweetie! You scared me. Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked.

She didn’t miss the anxious tone I used.

“I was just waiting up for you,” she said tightly. “Can’t I do that?”

“O – Of course, baby. You didn’t have to, though.”

“I know. So…how was the date?”

I avoided her eyes and we sat down together on the couch.

“It went well, very well. Jabīn Jalīl is a great girl.”

“What did you do?”

“Well…we ate some dinner, saw a movie…” I trailed off, looking down at my hands.

“That doesn’t take six hours, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said. A terrible ache of jealousy was settling uncomfortably in the pit of her belly. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah!”

She bit her lip, tears filling her eyes.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! She was being such a baby!

Durgesh  had a perfect right to do whatever he liked…but why the hell he didn’t I do it with me!

“What I do is not your concern, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah,” I said firmly, using her full first and middle name. “That includes if I did choose to sleep with Jabīn Jalīl.”

A flicker of hope lit up in her mind.

“You mean…you didn’t do it?”

“No, sweetie, I didn’t.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  fought the urge to shout out in joy and scooted into my arms, sighing in contentment.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I couldn’t,” I admitted. “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I couldn’t because every time I looked at her, I saw only your face. I only saw you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

Hearing my words brought a flood of arousal juice to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, starting it afire, a flush of lust coloring her cheeks.

She looked up from the crook of her arm, meeting my eyes with her own graceful ones.

Slowly she spread her thighs, giving me a look at her soaked lacy white panties, which I took in with a sharp breath.

I lifted my arm out from behind her and brought my hand between her legs, letting me nudge my warm fingers underneath the waistband of her panties.

I paused with my fingertips inches from her swollen wet slit.

“What do you want, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I want to touch you, baby. I want to feel how wet you are for me.” I breathed. “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I need to touch you.”

Her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body trembled as I took my hand away from her arm, and I continued downwards into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Prick  coming up to and penetrating between her puffy Musalmān sex lips.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  jerked upwards in reaction, startling both of us, but I didn’t stop.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard harsh, shallow breathing and realized it was her own.

I dragged my Uncut Hindu Cock  side to side across her hard, throbbing Musalmān clit, bringing soft cries of pleasure from her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

I dipped my Uncut Hindu Prick  into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot hole, using her juices to lubricate a slow rotation of her sensitive nub of flesh.

“Ahhh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered. “Yesss…that feels so good!”

“Lay down on your back,” I ordered quietly.

She did as I asked.

Her excitement was growing as I stripped my polo shirt off.

I leaned forward and began unbuttoning the shirt of mine that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wore, urging her to pull her arms out so I could toss it away.

Her panties came off next.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  blushed as I stared down at her breasts, reaching out to trace light circles around her hardening nipples.

“You don’t know how often I’ve fantasized about playing with your little nipples, baby.” I murmured.*

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned as I bent down to engulf a nipple between my hot index finger and thumb, squeezing it teasingly and doing the same to the other.

I kissed and squeezed her breasts until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was shaking, gently kneading and squeezing them with my strong hands.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  clenched her hands into fists as I took hold of her ankles and pushed her knees to her chest, baring her smooth, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  to my hot Hindu  gaze as I spread her legs wide.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  couldn’t believe this was actually happening once more…

I was going to penis her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān CuntKħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt!

“Allah Oh God, yes, please hurry Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” she pleaded. “Penis my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”

With a low groan, I buried my Uncut Hindu Prick in her hot, dripping center, plunging it straight and deep into her tight fuck hole.

She screamed in rapture and arched her back up so sharply Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  grew dizzy, her hands grabbing thick fistfuls of my black hair and keeping me in place as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  ground her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  into my deeply penetrating Uncut Hindu Prick.

I moved my hands to the backs of her knees, keeping her legs high and wide as I took long, hot penetrations from the bottom of her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina to the top of her swollen Musalmān slit.

My Uncut Hindu Cock  then centered on her pulsing Musalmān clit, locking my Uncut Hindu Prickhead  over the tiny button and gently rolling it until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was falling over the edge into orgasm.

“Ohhh du… Durgesh …” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned. “I’m cuummmming…I’m cumming!”

I swept over her sensitive clit with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  recovered her beautiful eyes full of love and desire.

I sat up and her fingers flew to my pants, hurriedly yanking them down my legs and tossing them away.

She urged me to lie back, wasting no time as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  crouched over my thick, rigid Uncut Hindu Lund and wrapped her fingers around the width.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah,” I gasped. “Baby…are you sure…?”

She smiled and took the head of my raging Hindu erection into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her jaw stretched to the very limit with the size.

Wanting desperately to please me, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  continued the journey down the length of my hot, veined Uncut Hindu Shaft, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  felt me sliding against the back of her throat.

She paused and looked up at her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties!

Her belly was jumping at the glazed stare of ecstasy in my Hindu  eyes.

“Ohhh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …take it all, sweetie…take all of your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, your Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties!’s Uncut Hindu Lund,” I groaned hotly.

At my breathless demand she slipped her warm Musalmān mouth down the full length of my Hindu member, and remembering a little trick Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had mentioned, wiggled her tongue out and flicked it across my balls, caressing the sensitive underside of my engulfed Hindu hardness.

She squeezed her throat muscles around me, massaging my Uncut Hindu Lund, enjoying the throbbing Hindu hotness of my tool.

I did it!

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  finally had my Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  hummed low in her throat and grinned when I thrashed around in pleasure, my hand sliding into her hair.

“Yes, suck me, baby. Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund,” I whimpered.

I pulled her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth upwards and circled the dripping tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick with her wet little tongue, hungrily tasting the pre-cum steadily seeping out.

Slipping back down my Hindu length, she began to bob up and down, sucking me, getting my Uncut Hindu Lund wet with her saliva.

Her Musalmān fingers played over my Hindu balls, gently stroking and squeezing them while she sucked on my Hindu meat.

I grew in the confines of her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ached to take me inside her, to feel me pounding into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth from my Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to feel you inside me.” she said.

I sat up and began to lower myself over her, but she stopped me with her hands on my firm chest.

“No…fuck me from behind, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

She smiled, turning over unto her hands and knees, looking back at me.

Her ravenous Musalmān  eyes looked like twin fires of pure lust, and with an animal groan, I grabbed her slim hips, yanking me back hard.

She bit her lip as my Uncut Hindu Lundhead probed at her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  lips, sliding up and down her hungry Musalmān slit, finally resting at the entrance of her soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.

“Now…please, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Now!” she begged.

I pushed the mushroom-head tip inside her, inching my way into her tight, slick Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  channel.

“Ahhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re so tight, baby,” I breathed.

With a little cry of pleasure, I pushed my pulsing Hindu member in to the hilt, stopping as she gasped for breath.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  contracted around me, accepting me, sucking me in.

I knew Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wouldn’t last long with my big Uncut Hindu Lund inside her; already pleasure coursed through her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.

Chapter 9

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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