After the death sentence 2

After the death sentence

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was resuscitated by a phone call.

It wasn’t to Al Zāhidah Al Imām or from Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was in the den and was about to call her sister Al Saħar Al Imām.

I was on the phone so much that Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually checked to see if it was free by pressing the speakerphone button; Al Zāhidah Al Imām got an earful.

I was talking to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, a girl I was going to the prom with.

The first words Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard were

“…now put that wet finger on your slippery little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān button.”

What was Al Zāhidah Al Imām listening to?

It couldn’t be her ideal Durgesh whom Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure was a sophisticated, the utmost seasoned man that Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still waiting to have the ‘sex talk’ with?

As I continued talking Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a little too late.

He said,

“Make believe it’s my Uncut Hindu Cock making circles all around it…slowly…one way and then the other…is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  getting wet the way it does for me, little girl?”

The sound of her answer sent an electric spark through her belly.

“Oh yes Durgesh…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy’s all wet for you…why aren’t you here with your big ardent Hindu thing…so Al Kubrā Al Nasīr can kiss you and you can touch me all over…?” Her hand went almost involuntarily between her legs.

“Tomorrow, little girl…Muħammad’s having a party…and you’re going to be there…upstairs…with your beautiful Musalmān legs spread…and then you’ll have it…deep in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

As I described what I was going to do to my girlfriend, Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand in her panties and slid a finger over her moist Musalmān clit.

As the disturbing image of mine entering the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy of a woman who could only be her focused, Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a shudder.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām pressed the speakerphone off and went blank until the cooling stickiness in her panties reminded Al Zāhidah Al Imām  of what had just happened.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt confused but with a sexual energy Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t felt in years.

It felt so good to be turned on again even if it was Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties that had turned her on – then Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked in the mirror.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was appalled.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām determined to do something about what Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw.

It was four months of hell, four days a week in the gym after work.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost the extra pounds and found a not bad looking woman looking back at her who was ready to resume an intimate relationship. Throughout her ‘ordeal’, Durgesh was an inspiration.

One discouraging day I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’re doing great. I would love to have a girl who looks that hot; you look good enough to love.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure I didn’t mean it in a sexual way but still; I was too much of an inspiration.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the phone call that still played in her head.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the handsome strong body I had still maintained amazingly even at my sixty six.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by ashvinātam thoughts of mine doing to Al Zāhidah Al Imām what I said I would do to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had fought the thoughts for weeks and months: rationalizing why Al Zāhidah Al Imām had them, telling herself about their fantasticality and immorality.

After all, Durgesh wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was a Hindu and so many Musalmīn hated Durgesh.

Out of jealousy?

It was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed.

She claimed the Musalmīn that hated Durgesh were actually not Musalmīn.

They were Pseudo Musalmīn actually.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The ‘Pseudo Musalmīn’ claimed it was due to Durgesh’s incredible unique sexual prowess.

Durgesh is crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The ever sex starved ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties love and worship Durgesh for it.

They are crazy to fuck Durgesh now more than even Durgesh is crazy to fuck them.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan heads such Musalmān Beauties, obsessed to have Durgesh’s ever dirty Uncut Hindu Cock inside their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām dismissed such fantasies time and again only to have them return…unbidden…urgent…searing her insides.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sent them away with anger, frustration, and finally with masturbating fingers.

They returned to mock her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at my ever handsome Hindu male face or when I hugged her hello.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tried to talk to Saħar Al Imām but the words wouldn’t come out.

How does a woman say to her sister,

“I want to sleep with Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started becoming someone Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t like; Al Zāhidah Al Imām listened in on my conversations.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām did something that still embarrassed her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought about it; Al Zāhidah Al Imām went into my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām planned to say Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard a noise or something like that if I awoke.

I was lying almost on my side.

It was a hot night and I was nude.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw what Al Zāhidah Al Imām went to see.

My long Uncut Hindu shaft lay flaccid on my thigh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood for almost a half hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched in silent fascination as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock almost fully hardened at one point.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām imagined it in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt herself on the edge of doing the unthinkable.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām went back to her room and made herself come twice.

Even that night, in her cobwebbed denials, Al Zāhidah Al Imām never thought that Al Zāhidah Al Imām could ever let me put that ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside her, nor did Al Zāhidah Al Imām think she would want to.

After all, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was my daughter in law.
Of course, Afzal isn’t Durgesh’s real son.

Afzal’s Ammī started to live in relationship when Afzal’s real father, Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd, was sentenced to death for his so called inhumane activities of terrorism against everyone who wasn’t Musalmān.
Things began going crazy when I came home after prom night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me how it went and I said “Okay”.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why it wasn’t ‘great’ or ‘fabulous’.

I laughed and said.

“Those are the details you really don’t want to know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was serious when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me I could tell her anything and that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know anything that affected me.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew I’d fucked almost entire Musalmān Beauties present there, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still wide eyed when I told her.

“Well, it’s Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I sort of broke up with her tonight…it’s a sex thing, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand over me and said,

“Sure, I do, but I’m surprised you broke up because she’s such a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl you have always preferred on other girls, and she has a wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body.”

“It’s okay…it’s not as nice as yours, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, and she really doesn’t want to use it. We’ve had…you know…intercourse a few times…but she never wants to do anything else…it makes no sense but she says the other stuff is only if we get ‘serious’ or engaged or something. Hey, I’m not ready for anything like that…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I mean I’m not getting married just to get…it doesn’t matter…it’s not like we were in love or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not rushing into anything…you’re still amazingly young and handsome and there are going to be a lot of Musalmān Beauties …I’m sure.”

My remark about her body sensitized Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

“I shouldn’t ask you this but I’m curious, have you already done all those ‘other things’ with other beautiful Musalmān girls?”

” They call me an Utmost seasoned man. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you really are curious.” I took a deeper breath and said, “I’ve had oral sex a lot and it’s great but I’ve never preferred uh…anal…not that I would mind trying it but…”

I started to laugh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why and I said,

“Well, Al Kubrā Al Nasīr said she would NEVER have anal with me because I’m…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I guess I’m pretty big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“A woman adjusts…most woman can…I’m sure you’re not that too big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down and saw the outline of the bulge in my pants and put her hand on it…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had put her hand on my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock!

Al Zāhidah Al Imām fogged over; Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t hear what I said.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had crossed the line without even knowing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was approaching it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked up to see me with my eyes closed enjoying the rubbing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was giving me.

I got harder.

Was I enjoying it because it was Al Zāhidah Al Imām, or would any Hindu gets hard if any decent looking Musalmān woman rubbed his Uncut Hindu Cock, even if it was his Musalmān daughter in law?

The questions disappeared when my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock appeared.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself had unzipped my pants and taken it out.

It was swollen red with blood…it was rock hard…its size fascinated Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

I said,

“Suck it, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…please suck it. I need not your hand there now, your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth instead. Please!”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t had the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth for so long…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had forgotten how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām liked it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām closed her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over about a third of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān fingers over the still exposed Hindu shaft and slid her hand back and forth as Al Zāhidah Al Imām sucked my ever infamous, yet ever dreamed of by Musalmān Beauties, Uncut Hindu Cock.

The more Pseudo Musalmīn hated me for it out of jealousy, the more their beautiful Musalmān houseladies were obsessed to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside their ever sex starved ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.

The swollen helmet felt velvety smooth in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock massaged it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took more of the big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock until it approached the back of her Musalmān throat.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my hands on her head and in my excitement and experience I was directing Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām gently moved my hands to her aching Musalmān breasts.

Her husband, Muħammad Afzal, couldn’t face the humiliation that his real father was a terrorist and was waiting to be hanged till death.

He ran away leaving everything behind on Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s name.

The only condition he insisted on was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām would manage Durgesh to represent his father somehow anyway.

I massaged them over her blouse, as Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted my Hindu pre-cum.

The flavor of sex made Al Zāhidah Al Imām hungry for more.

The thought of mine spewing ashvinātam cum into Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s mouth excited and alarmed me.

Before I exploded Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually thought of stopping…and…Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t even know what Al Zāhidah Al Imām was going to do or say but the sound of desire in my voice was mesmerizing and it made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet.

I said,

“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…yes…suck my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…suck it, suck it…it feels so good…don’t stop…please…my beautiful Al Zāhidah Al Imām…”

My first release caught Al Zāhidah Al Imām by surprise.

It was so hard Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled back and the next two jets caught her on the cheek and chin.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām returned my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock to her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and swallowed the last of my fragrant Hindu cum that presaged her panic.

“What have I done?” Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought, “Is Durgesh going to hate me for the rest of my life? How could I have sucked Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock?”

“OH, Al Zāhidah Al Imām”, I said, “That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us, Al Zāhidah Al Imām,”

I kissed away her trembling and I kissed away her silent tears but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was overwhelmed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ran to her room and locked the door.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was mortified.

Durgesh requested her to open the door and talk to me but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

She was so ashamed of herself.

Moreover, she was immensely furious to her runaway husband, Muħammad Afzal.

How the hell could she manage Durgesh to represent his terrorist father in law?

Did Muħammad Afzal want his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, to sleep with Durgesh for it even, if necessary?

After a long time Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,

“I’m okay Durgesh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t okay, neither through that sleepless night nor for weeks afterwards.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām apologized to me and told me she’d been drinking and depressed even though the truth was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām just wanted to sleep with me; no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her…but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined that she shouldn’t let me ever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām requested me to forgive her and forget that it happened.

What a stupid thing to say.

‘Forget that Al Zāhidah Al Imām took your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked you until you came.’

Needless to say, neither of us could forget what happened.

The more we didn’t talk about it, the larger it loomed whenever we were together.

Finally one night, in the middle of a sentence, I began kissing Al Zāhidah Al Imām passionately.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted nothing more than for me to take her, have her, be in her; but Al Zāhidah Al Imām reluctantly pushed me off and said,

“Sweetheart…love…we can’t…it’s ashvinātam, absolutely prohibited in Islam. Oh Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām put these crazy ideas in your head with her selfish…”

I stopped her.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, do you think I never thought about you? Don’t you know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I was always turned on by you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was surprised.

“But I was horrible to look at and…”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you were never horrible. You were always beautiful to me. Let me show you something.”

I went to my room and returned a Moment later with some photographs in my hand.

They were old ones that her husband had taken when they were first married.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at herself in ‘pin-up’ poses wearing a bikini.

“Where did you get those…that was so long ago I don’t even remember taking them?”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I found them in a stack of pictures five years ago, Al Zāhidah Al Imām. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’ve been turning me on for a long time. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I look at these pictures all the time…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I still…believe me, you didn’t start me thinking about having sex with you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām I…”

I came closer to kiss her, to touch her, to love her.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt like saying,

“Yes Durgesh, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock wherever you want to fuck me…”

Instead, Al Zāhidah Al Imām stopped me by saying,

“Allah Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, please don’t…please don’t make it that much harder. We can’t…we just can’t…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t do it to you.”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām” I said, “You’re not doing anything to me…It’s what Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want…isn’t it what you want yourself too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hesitated for a second.

I reached for her saying…

‘Let me love you Al Zāhidah Al Imām…just let me…”

“Please Durgesh, no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t even talk about it anymore…we’re not going to become…honey please understand…please don’t break my heart. Right now Al Zāhidah Al Imām wants you so much Al Zāhidah Al Imām doesn’t know if Al Zāhidah Al Imām can stop you. My husband has runaway. I need sex very much. But…from you? Never. Never. I’m sorry.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to cry.

“Oh, Durgesh, it hurts me…please don’t hate me.”

I relented,

“Okay, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I won’t force you…how can I stop loving you however, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…but can I at least hold you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came to my arms and her breasts pushed into my chest.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was a torture until I let her go.

That night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām touched herself until Al Zāhidah Al Imām was exhausted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t satisfy herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was only feeding her hunger.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām became lovesick.

It sounded romantic; it wasn’t.

There was nothing poetic about it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually became physically ill because of the stress and the unrelenting desire to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her now immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ended up in bed for ten days with a weakened immune system.

The doctor said something about ‘fatigue syndrome’ but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew better.

I was so good to Al Zāhidah Al Imām during that time Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary thinking about it.

I took care of her,

I looked after her, and I was always there.

We spent so many hours talking about everything.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām never felt as loved in her life as Al Zāhidah Al Imām did when I sat on her bed and cradled her in my arms with soft kisses on her forehead.

With my help Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbed out of the pit of despair Al Zāhidah Al Imām had dug for herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally talked to Saħar Al Imām.

After about twenty ‘you what?’ she settled down enough to help me struggle toward an acceptance of her situation.

It was enough just to hear a bit of assurance that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t terrible and that the rest of her life might not have to be a horror.

She told her Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have all the feelings but waiting until she was older would be the responsible and right thing to do.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām settled in her mind that she would not have me sexually before she was ready emotionally too for it.

Of course Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized that there was no magic number that makes a person ready for mature decisions but it was reasonable for lots of reasons.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke to me that night.

I tried every way I knew to convince her otherwise, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood fast.

The things I said were things Al Zāhidah Al Imām had heard when Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a young girl and they would have been funny if Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t want it as much as I did.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, let me be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy just once; Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I promise I won’t come.”

The thought of my full Hindu manhood spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pushing up into her belly made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet but after three hours of sweat and tears she came around, and so did I.

Chapter 3

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



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