She got it ultimately 1

She got it ultimately 1


Chapter 1

Durgesh Al Nåmat Al Islam

Al Nåmat Al Islam stood at her rear door, she peaked out and looked both ways.


She didn’t know really because there was no way anyone could see her from the street at all.

She turned in her doorway and seemed to shrug her slim shoulders.

I appeared, passed her, stood on the step and faced her.

I put my arms around her waist, she put hers around my shoulders and a deep loving kiss ensued.

It was a long kiss, full of passion, full of loving, she wiggled her arm down and felt for me.

She gripped my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I moaned softly into her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mouth.

I broke the kiss and tried to push her back inside.

Al Nåmat Al Islam wouldn’t have it, she wanted to desperately, but her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, would be home soon, so her Hindu lover had to go, and go now.

No, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, wasn’t impotent at all.

The only problem was his morals.

The blonde beauty was in love with me, she had been in love with me all her life.

Incongruously, strangely, she also loved her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, with all her heart.

it was a conflict she could not reconcile, and could see no way of ever relieving the pain of loving these two men the way she did.

What Al Nåmat Al Islam didn’t yet know her life was to take another dramatic turn, one that would further embarrass her feeling and confuse her even more than she was now.

She gave her Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Cock one last squeeze with a promise of another tomorrow, and reluctantly pushed me away.

I smiled at her and hurried off.

I wasn’t actually afraid of her husband, Muħammad Åbbās.

He couldn’t do anything adverse to me.

He was capable.

A multi-millionaire is always capable.

Isn’t it?

Yet, I was more capable than even her husband, Muħammad Åbbās.

I was a multi zillionaire.

Moreover, I too had no desire for her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, to see me here.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was a twenty eight year old blond girl from California, a true sun kissed blond beauty, skin like cream, a complexion seen only in TV advertisements, 5ft 5″ of long blond haired heaven, sexy beyond belief without flaunting it, her movements were as graceful as soft waves on a tropical shore.

Her face had a haunting quality, with azure eyes of unbelievable depth, she lured men, boys and women enticingly without effort, innocence abounded her.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was in the extreme of sexual maturity.

Her nipples were as sensitive as the most intense instrument; a ripple could make her grip herself in aroused excitement.

They seemed to be permanently wired in to her deepest erogenous zones.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was shaven, smooth as glass, the lips soft and inviting, a succulent lure, her clit was as sensitive as her nipples, and even her neck, along with different areas of Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was in on the act.

If others only knew of her 24 hour state of sexual readiness for her Hindu lover, Durgesh, she would be attacked from all sides.

She saw me round the corner of her home, shivered, pulled the tiny and revealing silk robe around her and went in, locked the door and hurried to have a shower.

She knew her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, would want her, he always did, one look or touch from her, and he would be at her heels like a little lap dog waiting for scraps from his mistress.

She loved her life, she had everything she had ever wanted, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, who was crazy about her, and now her Hindu lover, Durgesh, who was now as equally crazy for her too.

I hadn’t been at first.

She had had to lure me, entice me until I could not now find a way to resist her.

She had captured me after all these years of yearning and wanting me.

But Al Nåmat Al Islam had had to wait until she was married to get to me, I knew eventually she would get me.

I had steadfastly refused to let her embroil me; it hadn’t been until she met her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, to be, that jealousy, though well concealed, made me succumb to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān charms.

It had taken year upon year but she was determined to succeed, and succeed she had, ultimately.

When she had first started to feel the changes in her young body, at the age of twelve, changes that rang in the sprouting woman she was to become.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had always been beautiful even as a child, and now in the next three to four years, she would crystallize from the girl to the woman.

I had always been the focus of her whole life, everything she did, she did for me.

She began her 12 year effort to get me to be her man, not just her loving daddy’s Hindu friend, but the center of her life.

Even letting me see her ‘accidentally’ in her underwear, making signs, and sitting in my lap, she had always done that.

But now she had an agenda she had no control over.

All Al Nåmat Al Islam knew was that one day, she would have me all for herself, one way or another.

Her Ammī had left them for Durgesh himself, at an early age, she rarely saw her and wasn’t interested in her.

Her interest, though confusing to her young mind, was I.

Then she had met Muħammad Åbbās her to be husband.

Her allegiance never changed from me to Muħammad Åbbās.

Yet, only because Muħammad Åbbās was a Musalmān, she married him.

Al Nåmat Al Islam hated to do it, but due to Pseudo Islamic terrorist pressure Al Nåmat Al Islam found it better to have me clandestinely than openly foolishly.

They planned for marriage, had the engagement and a two year courtship.
In doing so it reignited the flame she had for me.

The wedding came and went, and 6 months after it, came the day when she could hold back no longer.

Al Nåmat Al Islam hated herself, but her control was nil the day she put her arms around me in her own kitchen, and kissed me.

It wasn’t a peck, it was a kiss.

One that stunned and thrilled me more than I had ever been stunned or thrilled.

She said to me softly and as seductively as she could,

Durgesh, I love you, I always have you know that, don’t you? You can see and have seen sadness in me since I married Muħammad Åbbās, but I have no need to fret Durgesh. You have always been the first in my heart and you always will be. I’m here for you whenever you want me, okay?”

I smiled and told her,

“Yes Al Nåmat Al Islam I love you, you know that too, but I feel a love for you, darling.”

“I know you do Durgesh, I have the same feeling of love for you too, I have had it since I was a little girl. I still have it and it will never go away, never.”

Al Nåmat Al Islam took the plunge, one that would take her into a loving ashvinātam relationship with her beloved daddy’s Hindu friend, Durgesh. She pressed herself against me, bringing an almost instant response from me.

My Uncut Hindu Prick lurched in my pants and connected with her heating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

She moaned into my Hindu mouth as we kissed again, this time she rubbed Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body across mine and I was immediately aroused to the point of no return.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had planned this all her life, but never really thought it would happen if she was truthful to herself.

She had dreamed of loving, and making love to me forever.

Who the hell didn’t?

Her Ammī, her sisters, her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends.

Everyone Al Nåmat Al Islam knew, was enjoying excellent ashvinātam sex with Durgesh, never ashamed of herself.

And now she had me right where she wanted me, I was helplessly in love with Al Nåmat Al Islam, but another man’s wife!

Her arms were wrapped tight around my neck, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy ground into me.

My submission deepened with each press from her.

“Take me to bed, Durgesh, you know you have to. You need me, you need my love and I need yours,” her words killed off the last dregs of resistance I may have had.

I picked up without breaking the kiss, staggered off towards the stairs and up we went.

In her bedroom, she dropped to her knees and undid my trousers; she was desperate to see the lustful Hindu object of her desires as quickly as it was possible.

I pulled my coat and shirt off, and between us, I was naked as a jay bird in moments.

Al Nåmat Al Islam eyed my stood out Hindu projectile with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān enthusiasm, and delight.

I was the proud owner of a well-endowed and even more proud Uncut Hindu Cock.

Rising she cupped my Hindu balls, squeezed them gently, then ran her hand to my Hindu shaft; I sighed and moaned in the same breath.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was controlling me and events, and I loved it.

We joined lips once more and I squeezed her beautiful Musalmān boobs for the first time, finding and squashing a nipple, Al Nåmat Al Islam almost fell to her knees.

Pulling open and then off, her blouse revealed her beautiful Musalmān cleavage; I nicked her bra at the back and threw it away.

I bent my head and sucked in Al Nåmat Al Islam’s loudly screaming, and almost distressingly aching nipple, although the only sound to be heard were gasps and grunts from Al Nåmat Al Islam and me.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was holding my lovely Uncut Hindu Prick, she would die before she let go of it now.

Not until it was deep in her would she relinquish it.

She unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicked off her shoes and pulled me by my provocative Hindu hard on, to her bed.

I followed and we were on it.

I looked down at stunningly beautiful Al Nåmat Al Islam, leaned over her, and in I plunged.

Al Nåmat Al Islam orgasmed immediately.

She clung to the man that she had given her life to, her breath, my love.

Her love, her mind was in pieces.

Orgasm followed orgasm.

She had no time to counter any of it.

I was thudding my fabulous Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of Al Nåmat Al Islam’s hot wet and oily Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Eventually she had me trapped in her arms and legs, her face, eyes shut tight, was buried in My neck as I fucked her with an abandon of a first love’s flush.

I began to grunt, Al Nåmat Al Islam urged me to cum in her.

“Fill me, Durgesh, give me a baby, I need your baby, Durgesh, give it to me, please, Durgesh, please!”

Muħammad Åbbās and Al Nåmat Al Islam had been trying for the last five months ever since she had come of the pill, but as yet nothing had happened.

“Oh, sure, baby, Al Nåmat Al Islam.” I smiled into her beautiful Musalmān eyes. I would surely give you what Muħammad Åbbās could never. Yet, let’s fuck more till we both are content.

After fucking Al Nåmat Al Islam endlessly, I banged into her one last time and erupted, my Hindu cum spouted out and into beautiful Al Nåmat Al Islam’s willing wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.

Al Nåmat Al Islam gripped me so hard I found it difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care I had finally found the place to where I belonged.

Oh how I wished she had never married, that I had let her know how I felt.

I knew how she had felt, she had shown it to me many times, but being I, I had resisted all temptations from her, hard though they were.

I settled on to her in the most loving of ways.

Al Nåmat Al Islam was soft, warm and gentle under me.

Her breathing was heavy but sweet and even.

Her smell tantalized me, her very being made me dizzy.

But she was still Al Nåmat Al Islam, and this would have happened, ultimately.

Al Nåmat Al Islam didn’t berate herself.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had succumbed to temptation yes, but she felt inside that this was ordained, meant to be.

I raised my head slowly and looked at her lying under me, she slowly opened her huge blue eyes and nearly shot me dead with them.

Her smile told me Al Nåmat Al Islam was okay, it told me she was happy.

She was in love with me crazily, and always had been.

I smiled back boldly.

Al Nåmat Al Islam drew me down again for the kiss that cemented and confirmed that this would not be a one off thing.

My heart bounced in my chest, it was a kiss of utter love, from a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ardent woman to her Hindu man, and from a Hindu man to his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, not her father’s friend  and Al Nåmat Al Islam.

Those days were over, gone forever.

Al Nåmat Al Islam kept her grip and rolled me on to my side, knees high up she held me, she was my counsel, it used to be the other way round, but no more.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had it all now, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, her marriage, and now I had been brought into her world, the way she had always seen it in her heart.

Unusually Al Nåmat Al Islam felt not one moment of guilt, why she didn’t know, she just knew it was right.

So it was sat with her in a way that fit her life.

She was dying to suck my lovely Uncut Hindu Cock but thought it better to wait a while.

There was no need for hurrying things, it would come.

This she knew.

I peered down at her protruding nipples, fingered one then squeezed the other.

Al Nåmat Al Islam squealed inside.

They were on top form today, she thought.

Her arousal so soon after cumming the way she just had, was so heated she burst inside her chest and came once more.

My fingers found her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I hooked my middle finger in right up and past the second knuckle, my thumb found her clit. Al Nåmat Al Islam screamed out in utter passion.

But time soon passed and I had to go, she saw me off.

What she didn’t know and hadn’t seen was her neighbor’s 18 year old daughter, Firdaus , at her bedroom window, snapping away with the all singing all dancing camera she had asked for and got the day before, for her birthday.

It had the ability to take photos in semi dark conditions without having to use the flash.

She had taken about 20 successive photos of her gorgeously beautiful and very sexy neighbor kissing and definitely fondling Durgesh.

Firdaus knew without doubt who she was.

Al Nåmat Al Islam had talked to her often enough.

And the surreptitious way we had parted, her peaking me head down and scarpering around the corner, told Al Nåmat Al Islam all she would want to know.

She was having it off with Durgesh, of that there was no doubt!

The way she had felt for and smiled when she had groped and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock.

And my reaction when she had.

Firdaus hurried to her computer and downloaded the pictures, when Firdaus studied them she was in awe of them.

There could be no doubt who we both were, and even more, what we were doing, it could not be denied.

Al Nåmat Al Islam might try, but already Firdaus was betting Al Nåmat Al Islam would lose if she did.

Firdaus’s next thought, what to do with them, but she already knew,

Firdaus would try and use them to blackmail Al Nåmat Al Islam and me in to fucking Firdaus too.
Durgesh’s ever infamous greatest Uncut Hindu Cock, every beautiful woman anywhere is dying for!

Into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy!

When Firdaus is eighteen only?


Māshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Chapter 2


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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