Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 16

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Durgesh

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Chapter 16

Incurable Diseases

Durgesh Āmnah Azhar

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī requested,

“Dad, if you really want to please Ammī by protecting my interests, you please make the property settlement with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She is too smart for me.”

Only Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?” Āmnah Azhar laughed, “I think every Musalmān girl that fucked Durgesh is a lot smarter than you.”

“You said it, Ammī,”

“Nonsense,”

“Certainly not. What you said implies that actually your Hindu Ŧhonkū is important, not you Musalmān bitches that act ever smart.”

Ŧhonkū?”

“That ŧhonks you, I mean who fucks you,”

“Lāhaul,”

“Start with the fifty thousand, Dad. Do the best you can. Let’s see who pleases you sexually more, my Ammī, my sisters, cousins and their extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends or Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. With myself cleaning their Musalmān Cunts and their perfect round firm plump Musalmān ass, of course.”

“How many Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass have you licked clean, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, till now I mean?” Āmnah Azhar  again ridiculed him.

“Countless, if Durgesh fucked them. None if they aren’t lucky enough that Durgesh fucks them.”

“You mean you love to lick Durgesh’s Hindu semen more than you love to lick our Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female secretions even?”

“Well, I think I prefer the cocktail more, but it must have Durgesh’s excellent Hindu semen necessarily.”

“What is actually the incurable disease you are suffering from, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” Āmnah Azhar  was utmost sympathetic to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suddenly.

“Wallah, none!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was immensely surprised.

AIDS, cancer, what?”

“None, I said.”

“I don’t believe you.” Āmnah Azhar  said, “It’s a medicine Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim to cure any otherwise incurable disease. Let Durgesh fuck your own womankind and lick their sexual secretions clean after it.”

“I know,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “But I don’t lick clean only my Musalmān womankind’s sexual secretions after Durgesh fucks them. I enjoy licking clean other beautiful Musalmān Cunts and other female Musalmān ass too. They tell me it’s a disease in itself that I myself love my humiliation so much that I can even die to have it.”

“Will you let me urinate into your open mouth?” suddenly Āmnah Azhar  asked.

“Well, if Durgesh too urinates into my mouth simultaneously with you, yes. My Ammī, my sisters etcetera do it sometimes with Durgesh simultaneously. I enjoy it very much. Durgesh’s urine makes even their urine tastier.”

“You are suffering from mental sickness,” I said curtly, “there isn’t any taste in it. You only imagine it’s there.”

“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “even if you are right, I refuse to get rid of my mental disease. I love it. I’ve an obsession to it now actually. I can’t live without this humiliation of mine if you say so. And remember I’m not alone. There are countless of us Musalmīn now.”

Pseudo Musalmīn!” I corrected.

“I don’t think so.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said gravely, obstinately.

“I think your sisters and your Ammī hated terrorism tremendously. You had soft corner to terrorism. Your Ammī and your sisters punished you for it ever since your childhood, instead of resorting to other positive remedies.”

“That may be right,” Āmnah Azhar  agreed with me, “He is curable but it may take a long time.”*

The hotel was back from the main street, a high class, low, rambling hostelry that had apparently just been completed.

The adobe wall that surrounded the place had been freshly colorwashed.

It had an arched entrance and, farther along, an exit.

The two big cars crunched up the graveled driveway one after the other, came to a stop before an eye pleasing combination of ’dobe bricks, red tile roof, colorwashed walls and green cacti showing in a pastel color combination against the ’dobe.

Behind a desk a beautiful veiled/unveiled woman was sitting.

She beamed at us with friendly cordiality.

“We want two rooms,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “One for myself and one for my companion and his Live in Relationship Partner.”

Āmnah Azhar  smiled at him as if he was our servant and she was pleased with his services.

I disapproved of her arrogant behavior.

But Al Nādir Al Ghāzī only smiled,

“It’s okay with you, Ma’am?”

“Oh, sure, my boy,” Āmnah Azhar  cooed at him graciously.

“Connecting bath?” the woman smiled.

“Separate,” Āmnah Azhar  instructed curtly.

“It’s okay, Ma’am,” the woman laughed gracefully, “Sorry, I didn’t understand.”

“It’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar  said majestically.

“Separate baths will be more expensive,” the woman smiled her warning.

“That’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar  smiled her charming grace, “We want the best you have in the house.”

The woman’s beautiful eyes glistened.

“Ah, the Big Ma’am! She is accustomed to the best.”

“Yes,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “The Big Ma’am is on the Honeymoon.”

“Congratulations, Ma’am. Congratulations, Sir,” the woman congratulated Āmnah Azhar  and me.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was enjoying it all.

He was habitual of enjoying his well calculated, well planned by himself, humiliations.

It was his own strategy to his success that never failed.

After all, how anyone could anticipate anyone planning to humiliate himself?

It kept them in dark about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

None suspected ever the constantly humiliated moron.

And that defeated them.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t moron at all.

He was actually the shrewdest operator in the family after his shrewdest ever-successful mastermind Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.

Even his Ammī hadn’t realized it before Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī told her expressly.

Yet, it was a fact Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī made even their Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, lick her sexual secretions with Durgesh.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had objected.

“Bājī, I need your Āb-e-Zamzam with Durgesh more. Let Ammī suck Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund itself.”

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī used to laugh graciously.

“It’s all right, Naddū,” Durgesh and I would urinate into your mouth simultaneously. Let Ammī get Durgesh’s and my sexual secretions now.”

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the Woman of the House.

Even their Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, respected her eldest daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, very much.

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the one that recognized the importance of sexual intercourse with Durgesh first.

It wasn’t an ordinary sexual intercourse.

It was something more.

The Mexican woman kept smiling.

“You’ll get the best here, Ma’am. I have two beautiful connecting rooms. Yet, if you don’t want to share the bath, you’ve to take both the rooms, sorry. The room for the other señor must then be in the other wing.”

Āmnah Azhar  eyed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī contemptuously,

“That will be fine. I don’t want any interference from my servants. Right, Naddū?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt immensely humiliated.

He never allowed anyone to call him ‘Naddū’, except his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.

Well, let the bitch too call him ‘Naddū’, as long as she lets him lick clean her ever-precious sexual secretions with me.

It’s not normal that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl allows someone to do that.

Was it?

The more Ashvinātam sexual secretions of mine he licks the more powerful he is, even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, the utmost successful of such persons, confirms it day and night.

He openly declares that he got rid of his physical incompetence completely licking his beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Ashvinātam sexual secretions with me.

His wife Shamsah Salāħuddīn started it due to his physical incompetence.

She suggested Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, not an Imām then, to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī avoided at first.

Then Shamsah Salāħuddīn compelled him to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t another option ultimately to obey Shamsah Salāħuddīn.

His daughters’ sanctity was in danger otherwise.

He licked clean his wife, Shamsah Salāħuddīn after I fucked her.

Shamsah Salāħuddīn cuckolded successfully her physically incompetent Musalmān husband to herself and me, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’s cooperation.

He did it with non-consent and enormous reluctance.

Yet, gradually he started to feel improvements in his physically incompetent body.

His daughter, Najmah Salāħuddīn, could not believe it.

“Abbū, you are certainly mistaken. It can’t happen ever. Ammī is cuckolding you, and you are surrendering to her and Durgesh. It’s plain nonsense.”

“I suggest you one thing, Najmah Salāħuddīn, my child.”  Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said gravely.

“Yes, Abbū.” Najmah Salāħuddīn said obediently.

“Can you do something for me?”

“Why are you asking me in such a manner, Abbū?” Najmah Salāħuddīn felt herself hurt, “I’m your daughter. I can do anything for you.”*

Āmnah Azhar  herself picked up the pen and registered for the three of us.

“How about the cars?” Āmnah Azhar  asked.

“Oh, the cars? You leave them right there in the driveway. No one ever steals a car from here.”

“You have a watchman?” Āmnah Azhar  asked her somewhat curtly.

The beautiful young Mexican Musalmān woman smiled.

“No, no watchman. However, in this country, you are among the honest people. Nevertheless, as a precaution, just as a precaution, you lock the car and leave the key with me. I put them in the cash drawer. If it should be necessary to move the cars in the morning before you are up, the yard girl can do it and you do not need to be disturbed. Yet, your cars are safe.”

“Okay,” Āmnah Azhar  said gravely, “I’ll lock up the cars, bring in the keys. Yet, how about the baggage?”

“The boy would bring it to your respective rooms.” She indicated to a man, instead of a boy.

Āmnah Azhar  deliberately turned to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to humiliate him more.

“Naddū, you yourself bring my little overnight bag and Durgesh’s. Understand?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī nodded obediently.

“Yes, Ma’am. Don’t worry. I’d myself take care of your baggage.”

“That’s a good boy,” Āmnah Azhar  smiled graciously.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

Āmnah Azhar  smiled at me.

Durgesh darling, I can’t tell you how relieved I am to feel that matters are in your hands.”

I pulled her to me circling her waist, and kissed her on her lips.

“You needn’t to worry. Forget everything, Sweetheart.”

“I will show the excellent couple their honeymoon suite. You bring the baggage.”

The last sentence was addressed to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*

Āmnah Azhar stood, then sank gracefully down until she lay there, arms and legs spread out, all ready to accept me.

“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, now!” she demanded seductively, “Get yourself undressed  and come here. Come and fuck me! I need you so much! Forget your stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for me, for ever. He doesn’t have enough manly vigor that his cut Musalmān noonī can ever penetrate me successfully optimum. You are already satisfying sexually countless beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies who were your ex daughters in law. Why the hell are you hesitating now?”

I looked gravely at my stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

He laughed bitterly.

“It’s alright, Dad. I am a Musalmān, not a Hindu. As such, we have different morals. You’ve your various stepAmmīs your Live in Relationship Partners now. We Musalmīn, sorry, Pseudo Musalmīn in your Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners’ and your ‘more ethical’ eyes can never even imagine it.”

Āmnah Azhar laughed sarcastically.

“You and your morals! Hahaha!”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled gravely.

“Go ahead, Dad. She has sucked you already. She is my Ammī now. She isn’t my wife any more according to Sharīåt-e-Islam.”
My clothes went flying in seconds as I advanced on Āmnah Azhar.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund   was now jerking and bouncing stiffly as it neared my quarry.

Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were shining brightly as she now opened her sexual lips apart; her hand sliding up and down her wild Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m all ready for you,” Āmnah Azhar said, “Come and make love to me!”

I dropped to my knees beside her, drinking in the so erotic sight before me.

No way could I hold myself back now.

There was now a deep longing for her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body and a feral desire to empty my Hindu sperm inside her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Nature was winning and from now on, I wasn’t going to complain or hold back one inch!

Āmnah Azhar brought me back to reality as she now reached out with her arms.

“Bring your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund    here first Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “I want to taste him first of all, once more. What a tastiest Uncut Hindu Lund you have! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”

On my knees now I crawled across the sheet until my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund swayed above her head.

I leaned forward to allow Āmnah Azhar’s head to lift up and her mouth to touch me.

I almost jumped as I felt the sweet touch of her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips once more on my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

But instead of jerking away, my overriding movement was to thrust forward, realizing as I did so that Āmnah Azhar had simply opened her mouth and had now engulfed most of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oooh Āmnah Azhar,” I groaned, “That’s immensely lovely. Run your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue underneath…just there, yeahhhh, ooooh!”

Her delicate young pink Musalmān hand was busy running up and down my Hindu shaft, just softly sliding over my Hindu flesh; stimulating and titivating me until I could stand no more.

I pulled away, leaving Āmnah Azhar with her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth still open and her delicate young pink Musalmān hands still reaching for me.

“Come back Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar groaned, “I haven’t finished…”

“Don’t want to cum yet. My turn now,” I said as I repositioned myself astride her and leaned forward.

I heard Āmnah Azhar take a quick breath as my moistened Hindu erection touched her abdomen but it was higher up her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body that now became the center of my attention.

Her gorgeous Musalmān breasts seemed to be bulging out as her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body prepared itself for sex.

In fact, all her sexual parts were in overdrive as she uncontrollably became more and more aroused.

She was glowing with health, vitality and sex appeal.

Somehow, I imagined her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooding with her ardent Musalmān lubrications and with my Hindu sperm.

I imagined her belly swollen with my child.

I imagined her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts leaking sprays of milk.

I knew that both Āmnah Azhar and I were very, very ready now.

My male Hindu lips descended onto one breast, loving the way her well-filled Musalmān flesh gave way and bounced back.

The way her little Musalmān nipples hardened under my male Hindu lips; the way her Musalmān aureoles crinkled even more as I kissed them.

Her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts filled my ever experienced, handsome, strong Hindu hands beautifully as I alternated my kissing from one breast to the other; from one nipple to tit next.

Āmnah Azhar’s breath was coming faster now, her rib cage was heaving and I could feel that her heart was pounding.

Then leaving her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts I slowly moved down her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, loving every inch of it; her sleek svelte figure alluring in every way.

“Not yet, I’m not,” I replied, my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerking as I spoke; a long dribble of precum sliding from it down onto her smooth beautiful Musalmān thigh, “I haven’t fucked you yet!”

“Allah, Oh God, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yes, yes,” moaned Āmnah Azhar frantically, “Come on then, fuck me, fill me!”

I crawled up on her, until I was poised immediately above Āmnah Azhar’s wanton female Musalmān body.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding now against her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin, not all that far from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I felt Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand grasp my Hindu erection and pull me towards her.

I simply couldn’t resist.

Why the hell should have I?

Because Āmnah Azhar was my ex stepdaughter in law?

Countless of them were now already my Live in Relationship Partners.

Now, finally, I was about to penetrate Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, pink, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my supercharged sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand moved my stout Hindu knob up and down her pink Musalmān slit, obviously coating it in her generous Musalmān lubrications before aligning the end with the indentation that I could now feel; the entrance to her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to her Musalmān womb itself.

“Come to me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please,” Āmnah Azhar said as her delicate young pink Musalmān hands pulled me closer, “Get your ever experienced, handsome, strong Uncut Hindu Lund inside me!”

A little push and I felt my stout Hindu knob parting her hot Musalmān flesh.

There was a slight resistance before our slippery fluids eased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān entrance and then I felt myself sliding, sliding into her hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!” breathed Āmnah Azhar, her eyes bright and wild, “Yessssss, yesssss! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”

I held myself in place, allowing her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body to get used to my rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund before Āmnah Azhar’s arms pulled me once more.

“All the way, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “All the way in now. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

It was now my turn to moan.

Yet, with immense pride, triumphantly, of course!

“Yesssss! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God – you’re lovely; so tight, so hot, so sweet!” I hissed as I gently allowed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate further into her grasping young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve waited so long,” groaned Āmnah Azhar as I felt her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body lifting up to meet me, “Love me, just make love to me now!”

Instead of speaking I began moving up and down, sliding my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths to her entrance and back once more.

There was a gentle squelching noise as my Hindu piston squeezed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sheath, driving out the overflowing liquid lubrication.

That was followed by soft grunts from Āmnah Azhar as I reached as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body as I could penetrate; the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund now pushing hard against her Musalmān cervix.

I looked down at her and saw that Āmnah Azhar had a massive smile on her face; a look of pure female Musalmān delight and total absorption.

I smiled as well as I watched her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth fall open when I pushed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund hard into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body once again.

Hard but not violent, pushing but not driving; penetrating but not piercing; together we fucked steadily, our bodies coming together in unison; our minds united.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching immensely absorbed.

Durgesh was always the best.

It was the duty he was born for, perhaps, actually.

He is watching Durgesh fucking immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever since when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a child only.

Durgesh always fucked them wildly, yet immense sophisticatedly ever.

He fucked beautiful Musalmān houseladies with a devotion as if he was not fucking them, offering his meditation instead to his Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā.

It was unique.

It was the mystery of Durgesh’s infinite success in fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

The beautiful Musalmān houseladies never felt such divinity with anyone except Durgesh.

Despite his entire differences with Durgesh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always praised Durgesh for fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies with such a divine devotion.

“You weren’t a virgin?” I asked eventually and Āmnah Azhar shook her head.

“Well, I was a sort-of virgin Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’ve had a ‘lover’, a husband, but you’re the first man to be inside me,” Āmnah Azhar said, “My hairbrush broke me in and my vibrator and things have been up there too but this is so much better – you’re alive inside me! I can feel all the veins on your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund inside me. I can feel you sliding in me. You’re pulsing and throbbing in there, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said, as I continued to gently make love to Āmnah Azhar, “However, not getting close to coming even now, that’s why I’m throbbing only.”

“Oh good, Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Fuck me nonstop now until I exist, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” moaned Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now gripping my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund tighter, “However, ultimately, You’re going to fill me, aren’t you Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”

I hadn’t actually considered that subject.

I’d been too absorbed in just loving her but now the matter was not getting close even now.

A decision not had to be made soon.

I had tremendous time.

If there wasn’t the stockholders’ meeting, I could have really fucked Āmnah Azhar till infinity nonstop.

“Shouldn’t I pull out when I cum,” I said, “Don’t want you getting pregnant the first time!”

“Why ever not?” asked Āmnah Azhar, her beautiful Musalmān eyes locked onto mine, “I love you; I want you; I want to be with you, so why ever not?”

I smiled only.

Not responding to her question.

“Suppose I want to?” said Āmnah Azhar obstinately.

Her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was now very actively milking my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I want to get my children out of the way early, so why not start right now? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give me any child. Won’t you too?”

My eyes opened wide as Āmnah Azhar spoke, knowing that in a few minutes that could indeed happen – or I could abort my mission and spray my seed on Āmnah Azhar’s body instead.

Nevertheless, deep inside me there was a lust for nature, a primeval desire to fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly in the way nature had intended.

“Shall we try then?” I asked Āmnah Azhar and her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth beamed a huge smile back at me.

“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yessss,” she cried, “Do it then – fill me!”

My mind had been shaken with the situation, so much so that lust had built up as if behind a dam inside me.

My whole Hindu male body shook with the frightening reality of it all – I was about to try to make Āmnah Azhar pregnant!

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned as desire began to overcome me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned again as my body began to drive my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund into Āmnah Azhar harder and faster.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned once more as I felt everything start to tighten up as my now unstoppable Hindu orgasm began to rise.

“Oh yes, yes, Durgesh, Allah Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah! Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā – do it!” cried Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body now writhing wildly beneath me, “Don’t stop – I’m coming too!”

I couldn’t stop anyway now – I couldn’t even bring myself to withdraw – I could only power my pulsating sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as I could, now feeling the rubbery entrance to her very Musalmān womb at the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Sensations were crawling all over me.

My whole body had gone mad as I seemed to turn into one enormous sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as I slammed harder and harder into Āmnah Azhar’s beautiful, splendid, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Sweat was dripping everywhere.

Juices were spraying around.

Limbs were flailing.

Voices were crying out.

Orgasms were coming, coming, cummmmming!!

With a final grunt I felt my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerk hard and blast off his first volley of molten fire.

It felt as if I’d emptied a bucket of my Hindu stuff into Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty-eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My Hindu sperm was overflowing around my balls already!

I grunted again as another eruption took place; and another and yet another.

Āmnah Azhar had her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth tight shut and all her muscles had seized up – until suddenly she let it all out.

“Yessss DURGESH, ANANT MUSLIMĀTCHOD HINDU PIYĀ, – cummmmmming! I’m cummmming toooooooooooo!” Āmnah Azhar screamed, loud enough for me to look around to check that no-one had heard, “Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Oh God – I’m cumming so hard – can’t stop!”

Her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body was jerking wildly around.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing and sucking at my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, demanding every last drop of my Hindu semen be shed inside its welcoming Musalmān embrace.

Āmnah Azhar’s arms were tight around my neck; her legs tight over my Hindu male buttocks as she pulled me as far into her as she could.

In addition, I wasn’t about to disappoint her.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was firmly lodged against her cervix as my creamy Hindu sperm filled her up while Āmnah Azhar shook and shivered and jerked her way through what seemed like a never ending orgasm.

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that was so wonderful,” said Āmnah Azhar as she finally came down from her female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ecstasy, “If I’d have known it would be that good I’d have made you make love to me years ago!”

“Oh no, you wouldn’t have managed,” I replied, “I wouldn’t have let you.”

“Oh yeah?” she questioned me, “Just as well I didn’t try then!”

Slowly we collapsed, Āmnah Azhar lying on the bed and me with my lips resting on Āmnah Azhar’s.

We held our hands too.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund    was still penetrating her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“What are you up to?” asked Āmnah Azhar as I moved between her legs once more, “What are you doing?”

“He has just realized I hadn’t done my duty,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I Didn’t clean you up!

Chapter 17

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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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