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Durgesh

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Chapter 30

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm 

My jaw dropped in stunned shock.

“Are you kidding me? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, for one thing, that’s an expensive procedure. It’d cost money though either of us have it. I mean, we’re far from broke, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you’re half of me, too!”

“Look, Durgesh, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I’m only into a few semesters, but I’ve learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a hearth? Statistically speaking, we’d stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down’s Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we’d stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby.”

“That may be, Sweetheart,” I said calmly. “But we STILL couldn’t afford it and, even if we could, I’m not sure we could find a doctor in the state who’d be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it.”

“No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm countered, warming up to the argument.

Okay, it wasn’t an argument.

More like a debate, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was feeling more invested in the idea as the Moments passed.

If I was depressed about being deprived of my second chance with her Ammī, at fatherhood, maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could help.

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm an incredulous look.

“Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they’d probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It’s just- no, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It wouldn’t work.”

Suddenly an idea burst forward and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it.

“Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?”

If I was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh. Look- you’re Durgesh and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you. Your last chance at being a father with my Ammī was taken from you. It was nobody’s fault, but it happened. You’ve done so much for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, all her life. Just once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm has like to do something for you.”

I shook my head in denial.

“Bearing her child wasn’t in the cards, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. You’re her DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don’t DO that kind of thing!”

“You’d be surprised,” She muttered before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could stop herself.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members.

One slept with her brother and the other was fucking me with her mother’s blessing.

But that was their business and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t about to break her promise of secrecy, even if it was Durgesh that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been telling.

I stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm coldly.

“What?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved it off.

“Nothing, Durgesh. Just… look, just forget it, okay? Or don’t. I don’t know. The offer’s there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can help make that happen, that would make ME happy.” Which was all true as far as it went.

But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn I was watching lately, most especially that day’s sample, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a sneaking suspicion that I was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because I felt excited for secretly wanting it.

Who could blame him?

It can’t be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn’t opposed to the idea!

And, frankly, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had already made up her mind.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wouldn’t force it on me, but if I wanted Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t going to turn me away.

if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could accept that two of her friends were committing incest, why couldn’t Al Fātimah Al Naåīm accept the possibility for herself?

“But…” I floundered for the words and all that came out was, “You. Are. Her. Daughter!”

As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame.

Not even in the running, really.

My resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself somewhat invested in- what?

Convincing me to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?

Or was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just playing Devil’s Advocate for the thrill of it?

The lines in her own mind were blurring so fast that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t keep up, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be her honest truth.

“No, Durgesh. I mean, yes, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM AM her daughter. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm am also a fertile young Musalmān woman, capable of bearing a child and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had cheerfully do so… for you. Since my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, isn’t here, and I’m the next best thing to her, all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pointed at my plate of spaghetti. “Your dinner’s getting cold, Durgesh.”

With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stood up and left the room, grabbing her own plate as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked away, and headed straight for her bedroom.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my eyes watching her in stunned silence as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm left and felt a soft tingle in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  as she realized that I was actually staring at her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

What the hell had Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just done?*

After finishing her own plate of spaghetti in her room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to relax by reading a book.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved Durgesh, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really want to be around me just then.

At the same time, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to continue our discussion and find out where my head was at with the whole thing.

But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew that, if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pried, I’d just clam up and get stubborn.

Whatever my true feelings were on the subject, I’d have to work them out on my own.

Meanwhile, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting more and more aroused at the idea.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was also getting confused.

Her head was screaming at her about Society’s rules while her heart was beating the drum of love for Durgesh.

And thinking of Durgesh, making him happy, naturally took her mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness.

After having seen the Hindu weapon I hide in my pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had slept with none before.

Yet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew what a penis looked like.

Or, rather, what they should look like.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys.

Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.

Her Ammī enjoyed that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass both for ten long years.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had planned to enjoy it her entire life.

What a chance!

Once in a lifetime chance!

To replace her Ammī forever in Durgesh’s sex life!

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would offer the Salāt of thankfulness once Durgesh fucks her.

At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt a little weird and guilty that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was seriously objectifying my cock.

But, after a while, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored her curiosity and, yes, lust.

Her female Musalmān lust for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, more and more, to feel that huge Hindu tool sliding in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths, if only to know how it felt.

A few of her girlfriends had enjoyed the experience and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel.

Dammit, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to feel that complete, too!

And there Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was, living under the same roof with a man that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of her girlfriends drool with envy.

That Durgesh is handsome didn’t hurt matters any.

Every single female friend Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had regularly reminded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm of how hot Durgesh is.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm never admitted as much to any of them, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t disagree.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, if I wasn’t still so heartbroken over her Ammī’s desertion, I could pretty much have any Musalmān woman I wanted, young or old.

And, now, that included Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t decide if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was shocked or overjoyed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself that being impregnated by her own Durgesh was something that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted as much for herself as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted it for me.

Shocked or overjoyed… but, to her amazement, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt no guilt at the prospect.

The hell with any damn guilt.

Let Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too be Durgesh’s live in relationship partner now forever.

And so it was, with her guilt pushed to the backburner and her lust blazing at the fore, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about Durgesh.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm won’t go over the details of her masturbatory session- that’s all pretty self-explanatory- but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got her cum much quicker than usual.

Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know, but once her motor got running with the mental image of me trying to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, it was like her lust went into overdrive and just took over everything.

Not only did her orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed her.

It took every ounce of self-control to not scream out “DURGESH!” as she reached her peak, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm somehow managed it.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would most definitely have come bursting through her bedroom door in a panic only to find her lustfully begging me to do what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only fantasize about.

With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm decided that the fantasy of Durgesh breeding her definitely had an addictive quality- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!

When her orgasm finally abated, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stripped off her newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt.

Of course, and the irony of this wasn’t lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of mine that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had stolen months before and claimed for herself.

After several washings my scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was actually wearing MY shirt after having just cum while thinking about me fucking her.

Before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself all hot and bothered again, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got back into the book Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for a while.

About an hour later, I knocked softly on her door.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm? You in there?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put the book down.

“Yeah, Durgesh. Come on in.”

I opened the door and approached her bed.

I just stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently for a few seconds, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently waited for me to speak.

After all, I was the one knocking on her door, right?

Finally I said,

“I’ve given some thought to your… offer.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on her forehead.

“…and?”

I drew in my breath and then said,

“If we do this, I’m going to need to get REAL excited.”

Well! That was not the LAST thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted!

I had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year.

Adding more was the exact opposite direction Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to go in.

So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed lightly.

“No you aren’t, Durgesh. Besides, if you get excited, wouldn’t that just ruin things? I mean, I know you’re not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn’t very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up.”

I held my hand over my eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion.

“You’re taking this a lot better than I expected,” I said with my eyes still covered.

“Of course I am, silly,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied. “It was MY idea in the first place!”

I dropped my hand and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with naked mortification.

“But you don’t have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I’m your father, for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a reproachful look. “Durgesh… you’re more than just Durgesh, okay? You’re a handsome man, too. All of her friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they’d jump you in a heartbeat if they could. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm disagree with them, objectively speaking. You’re her Durgesh, yeah, but you’re hot. And it’s only sex.”

“Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME,” I emphasized. “I… still think Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I need a lot of courage for this… arrangement.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm sat upright suddenly.

“Not on your life, Durgesh! When we do it, Iwant you to be completely aware of what’s happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot.”

“Geez, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “Do you HAVE to put it like that?”

“Durgesh, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I’m not a little girl anymore, the better off we’ll both be. I’m 29, and  I’m an adult, PhD, Self Dependent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān woman. Look- I’ve HAD sex, okay? Not usual, but I’ve masturbated imagining my finger was your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. We both know it. I’m a PhD and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I’m grown up now, Durgesh. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we’re talking about, isn’t it?”

“But you don’t have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I’m having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on her own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!”

“Like I said, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with a shrug, “it was MY idea to begin with. I’ve made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I’m doing here and I’m completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it.”

With just a fraction of a second’s worth of pause, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm searched herself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thrilled at the prospect of letting Durgesh get her pregnant!

And Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that I would knock Al Fātimah Al Naåīm up on the first attempt and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was more than ready to help me try!

I fixed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a skeptical expression. “…really?”

“Really,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with a nod. “Believe me, Durgesh, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn’t want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I’ve already seen how good a father you can be.”

I took a deep, calming breath.

“Okay. In that case.. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m about to say this… but, in that case, when you know you’re ovulating, let me know and we… we’ll see what happens.”

“Deal,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said without missing a beat.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm then got up on her knees and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

As I started to leave, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped me.

“Durgesh?”

I turned around and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quizzically.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing her extremely beautiful naked young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wondered, for a split-second, if I appreciated just how much Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked like that porn actress after all.

“Guess who’s ovulating?”

My jaw dropped open in surprised yet again.

“NOW?” I said with disbelief.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was sure that the disbelief was genuine, but I didn’t take my eyes off her nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān form even to blink.

I knew a good thing when I see it!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of her brown hair dance across her shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it.

“My period ended five days ago, Durgesh. And I haven’t taken any birth control. I’m as fertile as a turtle, as my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would say. Come to your little girl, Durgesh, and let’s make a baby!”

My reaction was immediate.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the tent forming in my sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second.

The inner debate that I was having was writ large on my face, which contorted and twisted with each thought.

The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile.

I was, after all, a Hindu.

And what Hindu man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young Musalmān woman pointedly asking him to breed her?

I certainly couldn’t.

What for all of my misgivings and protests and concerns, my lust had prevailed and I pulled off my own t-shirt swiftly.

The look of sexual hunger and lust in my eyes was unmistakable.

This man, whoever he was, was not her Durgesh anymore.

But I wasn’t the wreck of a man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been living with for the previous year, either.

This man, with whom Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shared a genetic bond, was suddenly a wild animal driven by lust and pent-up excitement and I could no more help myself than a raging, rutting bull.

I got closer to her bed, my fingers hooked in the elastic band of my sweat pants and boxer briefs, and I said, “Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. Even though I’m your father, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO have her limits. If we go down this path, we can’t come back from it. Are you SURE you’re ready for this?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at me with big, round eyes.

“What?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm asked. “For you to impregnate me? To feel your Hindu sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm flipped over and got onto her hands and knees, showing me her wet and swollen Musalmān Choot, and looked over her shoulder at me.

“Durgesh, I’m so ready for this that I don’t even need any foreplay.”

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

My resolve crumbled like a house of cards.

In one, swift motion I pushed my sweat pants and underwear down to my ankles, grabbed my extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked my other hand under her hip.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued to watch my face as I looked down at her small, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  and rubbed the head of my swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund against her Musalmān opening.

Without waiting another second, I slowly slid my large Hindu babymaker inside the folds of her drenched Musalmān pussylips and buried myself as deeply inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as I could.

The feeling of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  pushing deep into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was beyond thrilling!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt every inch of my long, thick Hindu shaft as my cockhead plunged down her Musalmān canal, stretching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had never been before.

Even though it took only a few seconds before my Hindu pelvis met her perfect Musalmān ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever.

And when our bodies finally did meet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my Hindu hardness penetrate so deeply in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body that her cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against my Hindu invasion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shuddered in response to the sensation of me being seated directly inside her Musalmān womb, the place where my life-giving Hindu seed, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! I was going to create life anew in her  only daughter!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I stayed motionless inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a moment, letting Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adjust to my Hindu length and girth.

“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hissed pleasurably.

“Oh, fuck, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight!”

“That’s right, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied as her hips tentatively wiggled.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my bulging Hindu cockhead shift around inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I want you to fuck me with that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  of yours and don’t stop until you cum as deepest inside me as you can!”

I smiled wolfishly at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and then refocused my gaze on the place where we were joined.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m fucking her little Musalmān girl.” I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head of it was buried inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Believe it, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm purred as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm crossed her arms on the bedspread and lay her head down on them, crushing her heaving Musalmān breasts against the fabric and pushing her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass higher into the air. “You’re not only going to fuck me, you’re going to give me your Hindu baby. You’re going to shoot your Hindu sperm deep inside me and get your ex wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter pregnant. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, Durgesh, but I’m not going anywhere. If it’ll make you happy, believe me, I’ll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it’s time to plant another life inside me!” With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself back onto my fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  until her perfect Musalmān ass once again was pressed up against my Hindu male thighs.

“Fffffuck,” I hissed.

I didn’t say much more as I took control of the situation and started to fuck her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in earnest.

With both hands holding tightly onto her hips, I thrust in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  like a man possessed of a single purpose.

For several long Moments, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm luxuriated in the feelings of my huge Hindu member as it ravaged her deepest Musalmān core again and again.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shouted out as my pace increased. “You’re fucking me so good! Tell me when you’re ready to cum, Durgesh. Tell me when you’re ready to knock your little Musalmān girl up so that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can cum with you!”*
Chapter 31

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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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