The Punishment to my enemy:7

The Punishment to my enemy

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

An unwanted affair

Ammījān and her son 4

I felt my climax building up.

I sucked his Uncut Hindu Cock  harder and harder.

Without any warning, his Uncut Hindu Cock  swelled inside my mouth, and before I could react, he exploded releasing the first load of his Hindu cum into the back of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

There was no time to back out.

I gagged for a Moment but couldn’t stop his hot Hindu semen from making its way to my stomach.

It was an entirely new experience; I liked sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock  but could never dare to take his Hindu cum into my mouth.

So far, he also had refrained from cumming in my mouth except on some rare occasions.

It was quite contradictory to his nature.

But, he never forced me to drink his cum.

With his first load down my belly, I realized that my fears were unfounded.

It was a sort of very tasty thick liquid. I didn’t find it disgusting; I rather liked the taste.

I made no attempt to withdraw my lips off his Uncut Hindu Cock .

His Uncut Hindu Cock  erupted again and again, sending load after load of hot Hindu cum in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I tried to suck every drop of it, but a part of it oozed out and dribbled along his Uncut Hindu Cock  length.

That very Moment, my orgasm struck like a lightening. My whole body went rigid with rapture.

I could feel my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles twitching violently.

I forgot about sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock .

It slipped out of my lips, spewing few final drops over my lips.

I rested my head over his Hindu crotch feeling his semi erect, slick Uncut Hindu Cock  pressing against my cheek.

I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls.

I rolled off his body and slumped beside him.

Durgesh got up and changed his position.

He was now facing me.

I became aware of my own condition.

My crimson Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips were also coated with his Hindu cum.

The finals drops of his thick Hindu cum were still sticking on my lips and cheek. Durgesh smiled at me.

I could see Hindu lust in his eyes.

He didn’t waste any time and immediately slipped between my legs.

He got on all four, lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.

He began kissing the inside of my thighs, running his tongue over my wet thighs.

Finally, he attacked my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I could feel the lustful heat searing my body again.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt began to lubricate with anticipation.

My heart began to work faster and faster.

I moaned loudly.

Then I felt his hand touching between my ass cheeks gently and his finger gently probing into my sphincter.

He rubbed his index finger over my puckered hole and forced it inside my rectum.

I bucked my hips under this sudden onslaught and screamed as it hurt a little. He pushed his finger deep, up to his knuckle. His index finger was buried to ass for the second time.

He began moving his finger in and out of my ass.

My mind was going crazy with the two way pleasure.

Durgesh positioned himself between my spread legs and placed the swollen knob of his Uncut Hindu Cock  at my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt opening.

With a fierce lunge, he buried his Uncut Hindu Cock  deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He fucked my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  hard, grabbing my thighs with his hands; he turned me to my side.

He then left my thighs, and his finger again moved to my back side.

He searched for my anus and again jabbed his finger deep into my ass.

I wailed with lust.

“Liked it?” He asked as he fucked me both ways with his Uncut Hindu Cock  and his finger.

“Ahhhhhhhhh… ya… yeah… ahhhhhhhh…” I bucked with pleasure.

He smiled and withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock  out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I stared at him with disappointment. He also withdrew his finger from my ass and turned me to my back again.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  head moving, and then his knob was pressing against my anus.

I was terrified.

I had never been fucked in my ass before, and my instinct told me that it would be painful.

“No…” I cried trying to push him away from me.

He had no such intentions.

He pushed forward, and his Uncut Hindu Cock  head, which was slick with my own juices, worked its way into my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

My sphincter muscles resisted a little but then gave way to his brutal Hindu strength.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  head entered my rectum.

“Ahhhhhhhh…” I moaned loudly, pretty sure that Muħammad Ålī might have heard me in the other room, “No… it’s hurting.”

I felt tears welling in my eyes as the fear and pain gripped my body.

Durgesh was relentless.

He continued pushing his massive Hindu organ into my tight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

I tried to push him back, to prevent him from pushing his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass any further.

He grabbed and forced my hands above my head.

He then pushed again, and the rest of his Uncut Hindu Cock  length began to slide into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

He worked the entire length into my ass slowly.

I felt his Hindu balls slowly coming to rest against my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks.

Once his Uncut Hindu Cock  was fully embedded inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum, Durgesh stopped.

He let my body get used to the new feeling.

I could now feel the stretching and fullness in my sphincter muscles, but the twinge that occurred when Durgesh entered me subsided.

It was an entirely new experience, and although it was hurting, I liked the feel of his Uncut Hindu Cock  inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum.

Durgesh pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock  out of my rectum until only the tip was gripped by the tight ring of muscles.

The pain eased, but not for long as Durgesh rammed it back all the way in a single thrust.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” I shrieked.

Durgesh began sawing his Uncut Hindu Cock  in and out of my rectum.

Gradually, the pain eased away completely, and all I could feel was the stretching of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān anal muscles as his massive Hindu organ moved to and fro inside my rectum.

My ass muscles gripped his sawing Hindu manhood tightly, feeling every curve of his gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock  as it moved in and out of my rectum.

Soon, his every Hindu thrust drove me to the verge of ecstasy.

I could feel my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips swelling with excitement and fresh Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juice starting to flow out of my slit.

I didn’t realize that I was moaning nonstop under his Hindu onslaught.

“You’ve got a very tight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass Suraiyah Jamāl.” Durgesh whispered as he rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock  back through my sphincter.

He lowered his head, took one of my erect nipples between his lips, and began kissing hard.

He bit the nipple, held it and rolled it between his teeth sending sparks of lust running through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

“Ahhhhhhhhh… yeah.” I whimpered as I sensed another orgasm approaching.

It was unbelievable.

I had never imagined that I could reach an orgasm this way, but it was happening right there with me.

I could feel the pressure building inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

I grabbed his head between my arms forcing it onto my tits, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  fill my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass nicely.

“You like it Suraiyah Jamāl?” Durgesh rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum mercilessly, “You like my Uncut Hindu Cock  in your ass?”

“Yes…yes…please sodomize me…ahhhhhhhhhhh…” I wailed begging him to sodomize me harder, feeling my body reach the point of no return.

Durgesh fucked my ass harder and harder,

“I’m gonna fill your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass with my Hindu cum Suraiyah Jamāl…”

“Yes… give it to me…” I moaned thrusting my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass up to meet his ploughing Hindu tool,  “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck my horny ass. Give me all of it.”

Durgesh pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass harder and harder.

I begged for more and he obliged with increasing his rutting.

It went on till infinity.

“It’s coming Suraiyah Jamāl…” Ultimately Durgesh groaned as he bore into my ass again, “I’m cumming… cummming… ahh… ahhh… here it comes… ahhhhhhh.”

Father-in-law cried and slammed his Uncut Hindu Cock  deep into my rectum.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  swell inside my rear canal, and then the whole canal was filled with his hot Hindu cum.

It triggered my own orgasm.

I cried loudly, completely oblivious to the fact that my cries could be heard by my Musalmān husband in the other bedroom.

I had already crossed the line, and nothing could have stopped me from enjoying this blissful Moment.

My entire Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body jerked and twisted beneath his and then went rigid with passion as my orgasm hit me.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock  spurted repeatedly, flooding my rectal passage with his thick hot Hindu juice.

I clasped his Uncut Hindu Cock  tightly with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass muscles trying to milk every drop of cum out of his shooting Uncut Hindu dick.

Durgesh let out a deep breath and collapsed over me.

We clung to each other, reveling in the aftermath of our passionate anal adventure.

Gradually, the throbbing stopped and his Uncut Hindu Cock  ceased deluging my anal passage.

I squeezed my anal muscles and sensed his Uncut Hindu Cock  slowly losing its hardness.

Finally, he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock  out.

My rear entry felt empty, and I became aware of a thin stream of hot sticky cum oozing out of my freshly buggered hole, slowly making its way along my crack and then soaking the bed sheet underneath. Durgesh lifted his body off me and slumped on one side, breathing heavily.

I looked at him; he was smiling with satisfaction; his eyes still filled with lust.

I smiled back at him and got off the bed.

He didn’t try to stop me, just kept watching me as I put my clothes back on. My ass and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, were both feeling slippery as I walked out of his room.

When I reached the door, the lights were still on in my bedroom.

As I opened the door, Muħammad Ålī, still wide awake, lifted his head from his pillow, looked blankly into my eyes and then closed his eyes again.

His face was emotionless.

If anything were going through his mind, he hid it successfully.

I felt embarrassed and guilty.

After all, he was my husband and no husband would agree to his wife sleeping with somebody else.

I didn’t know what was going on inside his head.

All I knew was that I couldn’t help it anymore.

I was now a personal whore for my Hindu father-in-law, and I enjoyed fucking him.

In a way, Muħammad Ålī was also responsible for it.

He could have stopped me tonight from going to his father’s room.

But he didn’t.

Now he couldn’t complain.

I went to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower.

I washed my Hindu cum soaked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and ass.

I changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom.

I turned off the lights, and for a Moment, I stood in the darkness wondering where to sleep.

Finally, I made up my mind and slowly slipped beside Muħammad Ålī.

We lay side by side; neither of us uttered a word.

It was a very strange feeling.

I was lying beside my Musalmān husband who knew that I had just fucked Durgesh.

Perhaps, he also heard my cries of passion all through my fuck session with my Hindu father-in-law.

I didn’t know whether I should love or hate my Musalmān husband for letting me go and fuck his own Hindu father.

We lay silently in the darkness.

My mind was in turmoil.

I heard Muħammad Ålī tossing around; and probably he was still tossing in bed when I dozed off.

My relationship with Muħammad Ålī as a man and wife virtually ceased to exist.

Although he didn’t divorce me, but after that night, there was no physical relationship between Muħammad Ålī and me.

We still shared the same bed; every night we slept side by side, but Muħammad Ålī never tried to touch me.

Even if I tried to encourage or seduce him, he simply brushed off my overtures, and turned his face away.

Every effort I made to seduce him bore no result, and finally I had to give up.

He talked very little with me; only when it was utmost necessary.

He began spending most of his time with our kids and ignored my presence altogether.

His attitude made my life miserable; I lived with an overbearing feeling of guilt, which was amplified every time I faced my Musalmān husband.

I felt bad for him, and felt hurt by his neglect; but, I hadn’t the courage to face him.

Muħammad Ålī never talked about my amorous relationship with Durgesh , nor did he try to stop it.

My daily fuck sessions with Durgesh continued unabated.

Durgesh was insatiable, always ready to stuff his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

After that first time, he became even more daring.

Whenever he felt horny, he would simply called me; day or night, it didn’t matter to him.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  was getting more fucking than it could bargain for.

I was a reluctant partner in his horny game.

Like a drug addict who wanted to quit his habit but he couldn’t, I too wanted to stop my wanton relationship with Durgesh, but miserably failed to do so.

It was a weird kind of addiction, born out of fear of Durgesh, but so overwhelming, that I found it hard to say no to him every time he put his hands over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I liked the feel of his throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock  plundering my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , and even longed for it whenever he was out of town.

I had been converted into an Uncut Hindu Cock  hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān whore.

My longing for an Uncut Hindu Cock  was so intense that it always overtook the feeling of remorse that I had about my Musalmān husband.

Many nights, after screwing Durgesh, I laid awake in my bed beside Muħammad Ålī hoping that he would get up and shove his cut Cock  into my Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

Although I was getting a regular dose of fucking from Durgesh, I still missed Muħammad Ålī badly.

I desperately wanted him to make love to me.

Was it due to my love for him or was it due to my feelings of guilt, I couldn’t say.

I probably longed for his acceptance.

His continued neglect of me made me crazy about him.

Although Muħammad Ålī was keeping a distance from me, I sensed the struggle going inside him.

Often, I found him tossing in bed late in the nights.

Whenever I returned from Durgesh’s room after a prolong session of fucking and sucking, I could feel that Muħammad Ålī was awake waiting for me to return.

Sometime, in the nights, I woke up and found gentle stirring under the covers.

It didn’t take me long to realize that my husband had been whacking his cut Cock .

Perhaps there was some hope.

On one such night, I tried to take advantage of his vulnerability.

When he began whacking his cut Cock, I reached out and placed my hand over his naked belly.

Startled, he jumped off the bed and scurried to the bathroom.

I watched him go in utter frustration.

My heart was broken.

It was too much for an Uncut Hindu Cock  hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān slut like me; but, I hadn’t the courage to ask.

After that, he stopped masturbating in bed.

Instead, he started visiting the bathroom regularly late at night, staying there for long durations.

After every such visit, I found handkerchiefs or small towels among the dirty clothes in the washing machine; each of them with a big dry spot.

Time flew, and I never realized that almost two years had passed since Muħammad Ålī stopped making love to me.

I had resigned to my fate and lost any hope of reviving my marriage again.

However, things took a surprising turn after the month of Ramzān.

Two days after Eid, it was almost ten thirty at night and I was getting ready for bed.

The kids were already asleep.

Muħammad Ålī was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed; he was pretending to be asleep.

Durgesh was not in the house.

He had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.

I undid my clothes, vaguely aware that Muħammad Ålī was staring at me with his half-closed eyes.

It was a ritual that I performed almost regularly ever since Muħammad Ålī stopped having sex with me.

I never wasted any chance to let him see me naked or semi-naked, always hoping that one day my husband would start taking interest in me again.

I deliberately stripped to my bra and panties, waited for my husband to savor my semi nude charms.

It was weird.

I was trying to seduce my own husband who seemed to have lost interest in me completely.

Muħammad Ålī kept his eyes closed.

I gave him a glance, and finally put on a loose fitting gown.

I switched off the main light leaving only a small night lamp on.

I was about to slip in bed beside Muħammad Ålī, when he opened his eyes.

“Suraiyah Jamāl…”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

He hadn’t addressed me by Suraiyah Jamāl for almost two years.

I felt my eyes turning wet with happiness.

Muħammad Ålī got off the bed.

He walked close to where I was standing near the foot of the bed.

“Suraiyah Jamāl… sit here.”

I stared at him silently.

He took my hand, and helped me sit on the edge of the bed.

I offered no resistance and settled down.

Muħammad Ålī sat close to me.

“Wanted to ask you something,” he began, then stopped, looking somewhat unsure.

I was suddenly very happy.

My husband had approached me after almost two years.

I suppressed my tears of joy.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know how to ask you. Are you… do you…?” He fumbled for words, “Actually what I want to know that are you happy with Durgesh?”

I didn’t understand what he meant; I stared at him questioningly.

“I… I mean,” he stammered, “do you like sleeping with him?”

So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking Durgesh.

I wanted to tell him ‘yes’, but knew that it wouldn’t be good to say so.

It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.

“What do you think?” I retorted, feigning little anger, “I’m happy sleeping with him? I sleep with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don’t do that he’d throw all of us out of this house.”

“I know… I know.” He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt.

I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from Durgesh.

I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that Moment.

Perhaps I could use this opportunity.

“I did everything for you and the kids.” I gripped his hand, “Do you hate me for that?”

“No,” he replied immediately, “I don’t hate you. I worship you instead for your sacrifice for me and my daughters. I’m indebted and grateful to you.”

“Then why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you make love to me? Why don’t you act like my husband?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Because you’re my Ammījān now.”

I looked at him incredulously,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Any woman…” he fumbled, “who sleeps with my father got to be my Ammījān only. You can’t be my wife now.”

It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.

“And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?” My voice was suddenly sharp.

I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes. He gawked at me.

“What about our children, do you think Durgesh is their father?”

“No, they’re my kids.” He was on the back foot, “But now I can’t be your husband.”

“Why not?” I rasped loudly, “I’m still your wife. Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I still love you, and I know that you didn’t do it willingly the first time. But now, we can’t live like husband and wife anymore.”

“Because you think that I’m your Ammījān now. Is that why you didn’t fuck me for the last two years?” I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.

“Yes.” He said slowly.

His eyes went wide with my use of the word ‘fuck’.

I felt exasperated.

It was a strange situation.

My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his Ammījān as I had been screwing his Hindu ‘father’.

“So it means that you’re happy with what your Hindu father did to your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife?”

“No, I hate him for that.” His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred, “I want to kill that Hindu.”

“Why didn’t you kill him then?”

“I don’t know.” He said meekly, “I don’t know. Perhaps I don’t have the courage to do it. But I hate him.”

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“I’d be happier if you can avenge my humiliation.” I feigned a sarcastic look.

He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. “I… I don’t know… how?” He babbled.

“You really want revenge for your Hindu father taking your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife away from you.”

“Yes.” He said painfully.

My heart began to melt.

“How will you do it?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulder, “I know I’m no match for him, in any way.”

The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger.

I didn’t know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.

“There’s a way.”

“How?” His eyes were suddenly lit.

“You sure think I’m your Ammījān?” I quizzed him.

“I already told you that.”

“And you hate your Hindu ‘father’ for fucking me, and taking me away from you?”

“Yes,” he spoke with irritation in his voice, “how many times do I have to tell you that?”

“You can take your revenge.” I gave him a mischievous grin.

“How, how?” He asked impatiently.

“By fucking your Ammījān.”

He looked at me clumsily.

“Do to him what he did to you.” I wished that he would take the bait, “He fucked your wife and made her his personal whore. Do the same to him. Take his ‘wife’, me… fuck her… make her your slut.”

He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts.

I prayed silently.

After a while, he said contemptuously,

“Sorry, Ammījān!I’m a Musalmān. I’m not a Hindu. I’ve to show my face to Allah. I’ll never do it.

I stared at him incredulously.

I stared at the Musalmān.

I knew, I’m not his wife anymore.

I’m his Ammījān forever now.

I kissed his forehead,

“You are right, son. Now touch my feet, if you think I’m really your Ammījān.”

He licked my feet and put his head there.

The relationship between us, was changed now forever.

From now on, my Musalmān husband was my son, and I was his Ammījān.

I left the bedroom.

My mother in law greeted me on her bed with Durgesh.

She smiled,

“From now on, all the three of us will sleep in nude, with Durgesh between us.”

I smiled, undressed myself and joined their nude bodies on the bed, now for ever.

The realization dawned on me with a great impact:

The Hindus are better in sex, but the Muslims are better in morals.
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5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


The Punishment to my enemy:6

The Punishment to my enemy

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

An unwanted affair

Ammījān and her son 3

Intuitively, I wrapped my nude Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān legs around his nude Hindu waist.

Durgesh buried his Hindu face between my undulating Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tits and started fucking me with his massive Uncut Hindu Cock .

His movements were slow at first probably because of our awkward position, but he soon found his rhythm and began fucking me harder and faster.

I could feel his gigantic Uncut Hindu Prick fucking deeper and deeper into my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt hole. With every Hindu stroke, it was driving me nuts.

I clasped my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs tightly around his Hindu waist and tried to wiggle my hips, trying to get his raging Uncut Hindu Cock  even deeper into my willing Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

His face was buried in my tits. His lips were mercilessly kneading my soft flesh.

Durgesh was groaning loudly with lust,

” Suraiyah Jamāl… what a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.” He was out of breath with exertion.

He pounded my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  relentlessly.

His lewd words worked to aggravate my longing for his ferocious Uncut Hindu Cock .

I began working my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles over his Uncut Hindu Cock .

I tried to hold his Uncut Hindu Cock  tightly inside by squeezing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles.

Durgesh moaned with pleasure.

Both of us had completely forgotten the water that was continuously falling over our burning bodies.

“Aaahhhhh… aah… aah…” I realized that I was actually moaning with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lust with every plunge he made into my hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  was dripping profusely under his onslaught.

Over and over, Durgesh fucked his mammoth Uncut Hindu Cock  deep into my wet slick Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

My orgasm hit me like a flash of lightening.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhh…” I moaned shamelessly, completely oblivious to the fact that I was actually coming while fucking my father-in-law.

I enjoyed my orgasm with wild abandon.

Durgesh sensed my orgasm.

He began pumping my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  even harder.

“I’m coming… Suraiyah Jamāl… its coming.” Durgesh moaned and fucked his Uncut Hindu Cock  all the way into my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

He cried loudly as his Uncut Hindu Cock  began shooting inside me.

Wads of thick sticky Hindu cum spurt from his massive Hindu fuck tool and gushed into my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He pressed my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body against the floor.

I put my arms around his neck and enjoyed the hot molten Hindu seed erupting from his rigid Hindu shaft.

Slowly, the throbbing subsided and his Uncut Hindu Cock  began to soften inside me.

My legs were still clenching to his waist.

He rested his face over my tits, desperately trying to control his erratic breathing.

We remained there in that position, trying to catch our breaths.

Then I lowered my leg on the floor.

He got up.

His limp Uncut Hindu Cock  slipped out of me.

His Hindu cum oozed out of my freshly fucked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , dribbling along the crack of my ass, mixed with the water pouring from the shower.

The water helped in rinsing a part of our fuck juices from our bodies.

Durgesh gave me a satisfied grin,

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā knows Suraiyah Jamāl,” He smiled. “I never fucked a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like yours, for quite a long time, darling!”

After so recklessly enjoying a mind blowing fuck with my father-in-law, I suddenly found myself turning red with shame and embarrassment.

Father-in-law helped me in washing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

He took his time in working his Uncut Hindu Penis up my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and cleansed every drop of cum deposited.

Still, he was not satisfied.

We showered together and only then, he relented and released me.

I hurriedly fled to my room, naked, leaving my drenched clothes lying on the bathroom floor.

I closed the doors from the inside and grabbed a towel.

I stood in front of my dressing table; dried my soaked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body and began drying my wet hair with the towel.

I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was glowing with the aftereffects of my shower fuck with my Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh.

I found myself turning crimson.

I had cheated on my loving Musalmān husband.

I wasn’t fully responsible for the last day’s incident.

However, I couldn’t deny that I had seen it coming, yet didn’t do much to stop it.

Perhaps I should have informed Muħammad Ålī about his father’s overtures much earlier.

Now, it was too late.

The thin line separating my relationship with my father-in-law had been crossed.

The truth was that I had enjoyed it; in fact, I rather waited for it to happen today.

By succumbing to the temptation, I had lost any moral ground that I had before starting my lustful relation with my Hindu father-in-law.

I saw my daughter stirring in her bed. Afraid that she would wake up at any Moment, I dropped the towel, and hurriedly took a new pair of bra and panties from the dresser and slipped them on my body.

I was about to put my salwar and kurta on when there was a knock at the door.

“Who’s there?” Although, I knew who it was.

“Suraiyah Jamāl… open the door,” The horny old Hindu man was again back, “want to show you something.”

“Not yet.” I replied, again feeling a sudden rush of excitement running through my body. “I’m still undressed.”

Immediately, his lecherous laughter resonated from the other side of door,

“Still have something to hide? Please open… I’ve got something for you.”

I thought for a Moment, and then opened the door.

Father-in-law stepped inside.

He was in his usual dress; his upper body bare and a tahmed carelessly wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide the bulge in front of his crotch. When he saw me standing in only in a bra and panties, his eyes opened wide in admiration, “It’s for you.” He gave me a lewd grin. He brought his hand from behind his back and presented me with a box.

I reached out and took the box in my hand.

I lifted the lid and slowly opened the box.

Nestled in the blue velvety cloth was a beautiful pearl necklace.

He removed it from the box and held it up.

“It’s for you.” He whispered.

“No… I can’t take it.” I refused. “What am I gonna tell Muħammad Ålī.”

“Don’t worry about him.” He handed me the necklace, “Just give him any Cock  and bull story… he’ll believe it.”

Durgesh moved behind me, took the necklace from me and slipped it around my neck.

Then he took me in front of the mirror,

“Suraiyah Jamāl… you’re gorgeous.” He spoke as he slipped his arms around my waist.

I felt his Hindu hardness pressing into my back.

His Hindu hand slipped inside my panties, and his hand touched my juicy, swollen Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and quickly found my clit.

Durgesh began to rub my tiny love-button.

“No… please stop… not anymore.” I resisted, but he didn’t listen to me.

In a flash, he slipped my panties off my legs.

Then he unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor.

“Now look,” Said the horny old Hindu man. “so… beautiful.” I stared at the petite naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman, with only a pearl necklace around her neck, staring at me from the mirror.

A pair of Hindu hands was working over her hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  from behind.

I had never been in such a position.

A sudden wave of arousal rushed through my entire Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  poking into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks. Then I realized that father-in-law had already dropped his tahmed, and he was standing completely naked behind me. Durgesh grabbed me from behind and forced me to bend forward.

“No… not.” I tried to stop him, “What’re you doing?”

Durgesh didn’t listen and pushed me.

I bent forward and grabbed the edge of the dressing table.

I was now on all fours with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass high in air and my hands gripping the dressing table.

Durgesh positioned himself behind me.

I held my breath as his mammoth Hindu manhood touched my glistening Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Durgesh took the Uncut Hindu Cock  tip between his thumb and index finger and planted the tip at the opening of my scorching Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

My entire Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body shivered with strange anticipation.

I was never fucked from behind before.

Although, Muħammad Ålī and I were aware about many positions of fucking, but we had never given it a try.

It was mostly done in missionary position.

Muħammad Ålī never liked to experiment; and I was too prudish to ask for any such thing.

I waited with bated breath.

“Sorry Suraiyah Jamāl… can’t stop now.” I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  head gently opening my inflamed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.

Durgesh gripped my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and gave a massive push.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  began its journey into my already creaming Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

In one stroke, it was completely buried into me.

His Hindu crotch banged against my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” Father-in-law cried in excitement as his Uncut Hindu Cock  plunged into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

Durgesh began fucking me vigorously.

I waited for a Moment and then began responding to his Hindu strokes.

Durgesh fucked me harder and faster.

I was surprised at his Hindu energy. Only fifteen minutes ago, he had fucked me in the shower, and now his Uncut Hindu Cock  was again buried inside from behind and he was pumping my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  like a madman.

I could never recall being fucked by Muħammad Ålī twice in one day.

Probably during the initial years of our marriage, he had fucked me more than once but such occasions were very rare.

I had a sense of exhilaration for being such a turn on for Durgesh.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  was moving in and out of my ravenous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like a piston.

With every stroke, he was pulling his Uncut Hindu Cock  completely out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and then immediately ramming it back into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.

I began to squirm.

I lifted my head and stared at the Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman at me from the mirror.

Her face contorted with lust; she was groaning, moaning, begging the old Hindu man to pump her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  harder and harder.

It was entirely a different woman.

The simple homely housewife was lost somewhere, and I was looking at an Uncut Hindu Cock  hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān whore who was so lecherously enjoying her ordeal.

Durgesh was groaning with effort.

His Hindu movements were increasing with every passing second.

His strong hnthighs slapped against the back of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs again and again.

My whole body reveled with the exquisite feeling.

“Aarhhhhhhhhhhhh…” He moaned loudly as he plunged his Hindu hard on into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

I sensed his impending orgasm and thrusted my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass to take his Hindu plunge.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  exploded like a massive volcano, releasing a big load of thick fresh Hindu cum deep inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

I felt his jerking within the velvety folds of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and releasing gob after gob of fresh Hindu cum.

It triggered my own Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān orgasm.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  twitched violently around his Uncut Hindu Cock.

I forcibly squeezed my thighs trying to milk his shooting Uncut Hindu Cock.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  jerked inside me for the final time, and then his ejaculation stopped.

He withdrew his slick Uncut Hindu Cock  out of my Hindu cum filled Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Durgesh slumped over my back, breathing heavily.

I felt his Hindu cum oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and slowly trickling along my inner thighs.

Finally, he got up releasing his grip on my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

I got up and turned to face him.

I looked at his cum soaked Uncut Hindu Cock  that was fast shrinking in size.

He gave me an exultant look.

Lovingly, he put his head over my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and gently ran his fingers over my slit.

I closed my eyes and reveled in a wanton abandon.

“Suraiyah Jamāl…” Durgesh spoke.

I opened my eyes.

“You should take care of yourself.” He pointed toward my hairy underarms, “Go to a parlor and get this removed.” He gave me warm smile, and went out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

I staggered to my bed and collapsed over it.

I got back to my senses only when my one year old daughter woke up and began crying.

I suddenly felt ashamed of my nakedness in front of my toddler.

I slipped a sheet, covered my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, and took her in my arms.

That afternoon, I visited a beauty salon to get a complete makeover.

We never know what life has in store for us. We start doing something that we don’t enjoy, but end up liking it. Something similar happened to me. My amorous relationship with my father-in-law started as a non-consensual one. I hated my father-in-law for taking advantage of my vulnerability. He threatened me and then fucked me against my will. However, once I took his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , I forgot everything.

It was a strange kind of love-hate relationship. I still hated him secretly for what he did to me, yet I longed to feel his Uncut Hindu Cock  fucking into my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I never realized when I was transformed from a simple housewife to a Uncut Hindu Cock -hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān slut.

There were brief spells of righteousness, when I thought that I should stop screwing Durgesh.

But they were short-lived.

Durgesh successfully thwarted any such attempt.

Durgesh cajoled me, brought me new gifts and if that didn’t work then he threatened me; he did everything to get inside my panties.

And he succeeded every time.

I was aware that I had been cheating on my faithful Musalmān husband.

It always kept nagging in the back of my head.

In Moments of solitude, I always felt overwhelmed by a deep sense of remorse.

Yet, I couldn’t resist the carnal pleasure that I enjoyed in the company of Durgesh.

After many years of marriage, I began caring for my looks.

I started dressing nicely, and enjoying the frequent gifts Durgesh had been bestowing upon me.

I was sure Muħammad Ålī must have noticed those changes.

He appeared surprised at times, but he never mentioned it.

Durgesh was an extremely horny old stud.

He fucked me everywhere in the house; on his bed, on my bed, on the dining table, in the shower, even in the open courtyard.

I can’t recall if there were anywhere left in the house where we didn’t fuck.

Once I lost my reservations, I began to explore every facet of lovemaking with Durgesh.

I did many things with him which I could never have dreamt of doing with Muħammad Ålī.

I began watching porn movies with Durgesh.

I found it repulsive initially, but later I started enjoying it.

Often, when we were alone at home, we watched movies together.

Then he would fuck me in the various styles shown in the movies.

I loved the way he kissed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

Durgesh was an ardent Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt kisser.

Every time he went down on me, he drove me crazy with pleasure.

One day, he asked me to suck his Uncut Hindu Cock.

I was reluctant at first.

After some coercion, I agreed with a condition that he would not cum in my mouth.

He agreed, and I took his Uncut Hindu Cock  in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and sucked it.

He kept his promise but  when he was about to shoot, I invited him to shoot into my mouth, changing my mind suddenly.

Durgesh spurted all into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and I gulped it, the same way as it was done in one of the porn movie.

I found it highly erotic.

Slowly, I began enjoying taking his Uncut Hindu Cock  in my mouth and sucking him hard.

I was also aware that it would be very difficult to keep our relationship secret for a very long time.

One day Muħammad Ålī would come to learn about it.

And it finally happened.

It was an early October cool morning.

My affair with Durgesh had already entered its third month.

The housemaid finished her daily chores; I quickly walked her to the door.

I had already fed Shama, and she was fast asleep.

As I locked the front door, Durgesh was already behind me clad in only his trademark tahmed.

He grabbed me.

His Hindu hardness pressed into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

By the time we reached my bedroom, I was completely naked.

My clothes were lying carelessly in the corridor from the front door, all the way to my room.

Durgesh pushed me onto the bed.

He undid his tahmed and dropped it on the floor.

He hurriedly got between my legs.

In a Moment, he was between my legs, with his face first buried between my thighs and then his hungry Uncut Hindu Penis lashing over my already dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He fucked my horny Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  to an orgasm.

My body was writhing with lust.

I was dying to feel his massive Uncut Hindu Cock  plundering my ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, more and more .

Durgesh gripped his Uncut Hindu Cock  between his fingers and rubbed it along my wet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān slit.

He didn’t attempt to slide it inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy ; he just continued rubbing it over my slit.

“Fuck me.” I said irritably, gyrating my inflamed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips over his Uncut Hindu Cock  head, “Don’t make me wait.”

“Okay.” He leered still running his Uncut Hindu Cock  head along my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt slit.

“Please!” I wriggled my ass trying to get his Uncut Hindu Cock  inside me.

“Really? You want it?” he teased me.

“Yes, please don’t tease me,” I begged, “fuck me hard.”

“As you wish my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān love, here it comes.” Finally, Durgesh relented and eased the fat head of his Uncut Hindu Cock  into the entrance of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt. He then stopped again!

“Fuck me!” I cried like a slut, lifting my ass off the bed.

Durgesh laughed triumphantly, gripped my trembling legs and lunged.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  pierced my spongy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” I moaned as I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  moving deep inside me.

My head snapped back.

I reveled in the feeling of his massive Uncut Hindu Cock  resting inside my scalding Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Father-in-law moved his hips, gently eased his Uncut Hindu Cock  from my hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt until only the Uncut Hindu Cock  head was still inside.

Then he forced it back into my eager Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , causing me to moan with ecstasy.

Durgesh repeated his action again and again, driving me crazy with his passionate Hindu thrusts.

A thundering spasm rippled through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  each time his Uncut Hindu Cock  plunged in. My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  began dripping profusely with his lustful strokes.

“Like it?” Durgesh asked as he pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock  in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

“Ahh… ahhh… yes… Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā! Durgesh!… yes… aahhh…” I murmured between my moans of ecstasy.

Durgesh drove in his Uncut Hindu Cock  with a massive thrust.

“Ahhhhh… ahhhhh!” I wailed in extreme pleasure.

Durgesh moved his hips faster and faster, driving his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my scorching Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.

The room was filled with lovely  sounds as his Uncut Hindu Cock  mercilessly plundered my drooling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

He had started panting with the effort.

I moaned loudly as my second orgasm hit me like a lightning.

I bucked my hips up to receive his deep Hindu thrusts.

My body went rigid with my orgasm.

Durgesh didn’t stop pumping.

He fucked me even harder.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  sloshed into my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  like a piston, with every in-stroke forcing a fresh spasm of pleasure in my body.

“Ohhhh… it’s coming Suraiyah Jamāl… it’s coming.” Durgesh was fast approaching his own orgasm.

I could sense his Uncut Hindu Cock  starting to swell inside me.

“Ahhhhhh!” He finally thrust his Uncut Hindu Cock  all the way into my willing receptacle and released his hot Hindu cum inside my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  jerked inside me releasing a fresh load of his hot Hindu juice.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hot Hindu juice flooding my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

A long shrilly sound suddenly filled the silence of the house.

We stopped in stunned silence, completely oblivious of what was happening.

Then he realized it first.

“Shit! Someone’s at the door.” Durgesh exclaimed.

Someone was pressing the doorbell.

Surprisingly calm, Durgesh immediately rolled off me.

His throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock  popped out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Still squirting, it jerked violently and deposited a few more drop over my dark wet bush.

Durgesh jumped off the bed, grabbed his tahmed from the floor.

“Check who’s there Suraiyah Jamāl.” He whispered and rushed out of my bedroom.

I quickly got off the bed, picked my clothes spread all over the corridor and then quickly dressed.

There was no time to clean my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I just pulled my panties on.

I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable, and I went over to the front door.

The bell rang again, this time for a much longer duration.

“Who’s there?” I asked trying to control my erratic breathing.

“Muħammad Ålī.”

My heart leaped to my throat.

My husband was standing on the other side of the door.

I opened the door immediately.

“Where were you?” He looked at me questioningly.

“I was sleeping.” In my rush, I couldn’t think of a better reply.

“At this hour?” He frowned. “Where’s Dad?”

“Don’t know; might be sleeping as well.”

“Strange… everyone is sleeping.” He babbled to himself; suddenly he stared at me, “What happened to you? You don’t look fine.”

Color drained from my face.

“Nothing…” I stammered, not knowing what else to say.

He said nothing, and went into the bedroom.

I followed him hurriedly, silently praying.

He went near the bed and turned toward me.

I saw his nostrils flaring.

I panicked.

I shouldn’t have let him in.

He must have smelled the fresh fragrance of Hindu cum that permeated the air.

My eyes glanced over the bed; in my hurry, I had forgotten to adjust the bed cover.

It was a complete mess; the bed cover was completely crumpled.

There  was a small wet spot on the sheets, almost an inch in diameter.

For a Moment, I felt that my heart would stop beating.

I moved to the bed quickly and sat so my body hid the spot from Muħammad Ålī’s view.

Muħammad Ålī looked at me, suspiciously.

“Who’s here Suraiyah?” All of a sudden, father-in-law asked from outside my door.

Muħammad Ålī’s attention was immediately diverted toward him.

Father-in-law is a shrewd man.

He didn’t enter my room.

Muħammad Ålī went out to talk to him.

I took a deep sigh of relief.

Quickly adjusted the bed sheets and covered the wet spot with a pillow.

Then I sat on bed and prayed that Muħammad Ålī wouldn’t decide to stay back.

Muħammad Ålī talked with his father about some matter regarding the shop.

He finally took instructions from father-in-law and then came inside after few minutes.

“I’m going with Dad.” He informed me. “Lock the door.”

As my husband and his father went out together, I quickly locked the door from inside, came back to my room and collapsed on the bed.

I just had a very narrow escape.

I was lucky that Muħammad Ålī didn’t notice the wet spot on the bed.

I realized that I would have to be very careful in the future.

Durgesh and Muħammad Ålī returned together late in the night.

During dinner, Muħammad Ålī appeared lost in his thoughts.

After dinner, he immediately went to our bedroom.

I finished all routine work and went to the room around ten.

Muħammad Ålī was still awake.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed.

I stared at him and immediately realized that something was terribly wrong.

“Come here.” He said to me solemnly.

Mortified, I sat beside him.

He looked me straight in the eyes,

“What’s going on between you and Dad?”

I had never expected that he would ask so bluntly.

All color drained from my face.

My whole body shivered with fear.

“Nothing…nothing.” I stammered.

“Don’t lie to me; what were you doing in the morning?”

I stared at him with frightened eyes.

Nothing came out of my mouth.

“I want an answer.” His voice was sharp.

“I…I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” I didn’t know what to say.

A morbid fear gripped my heart.

Deep inside, I had a hunch that my secret was no longer secret.

“Should I tell you?” He retorted.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my throat.

I knew my guilt feeling was correct.

“Okay tell me,” his eyes were suddenly burning with anger, “Since when it’s been going on?”

“What… I don’t understand… what you mean?” I wasn’t yet ready to accept my infidelity.

“Do you think I’m an asshole?” he roared, “I saw it last night… Durgesh was pinching your ass in the kitchen.”

I thought I would faint.

“And you were laughing.” He finished. His eyes never stopped looking at me.

I cursed my father-in-law.

Yesterday, while I was cooking dinner, he sneaked into the kitchen. Muħammad Ålī and the kids were in my room at the time. Finding me alone, he put his hands over my ass and squeezed my cheeks.

I had immediately removed his hands and warned him.

But, I didn’t know that it was also seen by Muħammad Ålī.

“What was happening today?” He asked again. “He was fucking you… am I right?”

Tears welled in my eyes.

I knew that it was useless to pretend anymore.

I told him everything, from the very beginning.

How his father threatened me and forced me to sleep with him.

Muħammad Ålī listened silently.

I could see his anger growing in his eyes.

Finally, he rose from the bed.

His eyes were burning with anger and hatred. He walked over to the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked anxiously.

He didn’t reply and went out of the room.

I hurriedly went to the door and watched him going toward his father’s room.

I didn’t have the courage to follow him, so I shut the door and sat behind it praying silently, tears streaming down my face.

For the next half hour, I heard the shouts and sharp voices emanating from father-in-law’s room.

I could hear Muħammad Ålī shouting at his father, and his father was replying with equal tenacity.

Slowly, father-in-law’s voice became stronger and stronger. Muħammad Ålī’s voice almost ceased to exist.

Finally, everything fell silent.

I heard the door open.

I quickly moved to my bed.

Muħammad Ålī came in.

His face was pale like a ghost’s.

He stared at me for a Moment and turned his gaze.

I could see defeat in his eyes.

I felt hurt.

Although I had been cheating on him, I still loved him.

He was my first love.

However, I didn’t have the courage to ask about what happened in his father’s room.

Muħammad Ålī avoided my gaze.

He silently got on the bed, moved to near where Rehaana and Shama were sleeping.

He lay beside them and pulled the covers to hide his face.

My husband had again failed to stand up to his father.

I turned off the lights and tried to sleep.

I couldn’t sleep that night.

In the morning, Muħammad Ålī got up early and went to the shop without eating his breakfast.

He didn’t even talk to me.

Father-in-law was again leering at the kitchen door.

The memories of last night were still alive in my mind.

He looked unfazed despite everything. He barged into the kitchen and grabbed my waist.

“No…” I said angrily trying to get free from his clutches. “Not today…”

“Why? Now there’s nothing to be afraid of.” He said happily, forcing his hand between my thighs and caressing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

I recoiled back, trying to avoid his pressing palm into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

“I’ve explained everything to Muħammad Ålī. He won’t trouble you now. Now you can enjoy without any fear.”

Durgesh forced his hand inside my salwaar; pulled the cord and undid it.

Then he let it fall of the floor.

“No… No… I can’t.” I cried again fumbling in his hands.

“Come on darling, now I can fuck you openly.” Durgesh said hoarsely as his hands pushed my panties down my thighs.

He forced me to bend forward a little and pushed his hand between my naked thighs from behind feeling my trimmed Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I squirmed as his Uncut Hindu Penis entered my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

He began to move his Uncut Hindu Penis in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I thought about Muħammad Ålī; the way he looked after returning from his father’s room.

I felt pity for him.

Durgesh began fucking at a harder pace.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body began to melt under his Hindu antics.

A wave of lust began to descend upon me.

I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  starting to flow.

The thought of Muħammad Ålī disappeared from my mind as I began to moan under his manipulation.

Durgesh smiled sensing my arousal.

He withdrew his Uncut Hindu Penis from my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

He dragged me with him to the veranda; near the dining table.

He undid my kameez and bra and made me completely naked.

He lifted me in his hands.

My ass gently touched the edge of the dining table as he lowered me on it.

I leaned back slightly, causing my tits to jut up.

Durgesh bent his head and eagerly began to kiss my tits.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  gushed with a fresh release of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān juices.

I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.

I had completely forgotten about my husband and eagerly enjoyed Durgesh’s lips over my tits.

He sucked my nipples, alternating between them, driving me crazy with lust.

I wriggled my ass over the table.

All of a sudden, Durgesh released my tits and I dropped to my knees burying my beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān face into Durgesh’s Hindu groin.

I bit my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure, sucking his great Uncut Hindu Penis.

Durgesh lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders to get a better access to my dripping Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I shoved my face deep into Durgesh.

I shuddered with pleasure, arching my body a little more.

Durgesh grabbed my head in his hands forcing him deeper into his groins, pushing the entire grand length and thickness of his Uncut Hindu Penis into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

He came loudly, forcing my face deeper into his Hindu groins and deluging my swirling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tongue with his fresh Hindu juice.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt violently throbbed around his Uncut Hindu Penis.

He removed his Uncut Hindu Penis out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and stood up.

He grabbed my ass pulling me to the very edge of the table.

He grabbed the bulbous head of his Uncut Hindu Cock  and guided it to my dripping opening.

He lunged forward and forced his massive Uncut Hindu Cock  deep inside me.

I squealed with pleasure burying my face into his shoulder.

Durgesh grabbed my ass firmly and started fucking me.

His hips were moving as fast as he could move them.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was on fire, with every massive Hindu thrust making me even hornier, demanding more and more.

Over and over, Durgesh pumped his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my inflamed Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

Beads of perspiration began to trickle down his neck, yet he continued ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  ever faster. Harder and harder, He fucked me with all his Hindu might.

As his orgasm neared, Durgesh even furthered his humping.

He was groaning and grunting incoherently.

Finally, he bucked his ass muscles, forced his Uncut Hindu Cock  deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and began to plant his Hindu seed once again into me.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  throb and throb inside me and gob after gob of his Hindu cum inundated my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I dug my nails into his back and clutched his waist between my legs to hold every drop of his Hindu semen.

Father-in-law buried his sweat covered-face between my tits as he tried to catch his erratic breath.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  ceased spurting but it remained buried inside me.

Finally, he straightened up, and pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock  from my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , slick with his own Hindu cum and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  juice.

Durgesh left me in a dazed state as he moved back.

His fuck cream began to seep out of my freshly fucked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I slipped off the table and stood by it.

Durgesh took his tahmed from the chair, and I stared as his cum slick flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock  disappeared behind the veil of his tahmed.

His fuck cream was still oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I felt his Hindu cum over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

Father-in-law pointed at the puddle of cum on the table that had oozed out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

“Don’t forget to clean that.” He smiled with satisfaction.

I looked at him with delirious eyes but said nothing.

He went back to his room.

I stood near the table, looking at his back.

Slowly, I got back to my senses.

The handsome face of my husband again appeared before my eyes.

A deep sense of self loathing began to descend upon me as I began to dress.

Muħammad Ålī arrived late in the night.

When I served him dinner, he ate silently.

After dinner, he went to the bedroom immediately.

I stayed in the kitchen, finished my work, and went to the room very late.

Muħammad Ålī was lying on the bed, his face hidden under the covers.

I locked the room and was about to switch off the lights when there was a knock on the door.

“Muħammad Ålī…” Durgesh called from the other side of the door.

Muħammad Ålī lifted the covers off his face and looked at the door but didn’t reply.

“Muħammad Ålī…” Durgesh called again.

He stared at me, but remained silent.

I stared at him not knowing whether to respond to Durgesh ’s call or not.

An unusual silence filled the room.

I didn’t know why his Hindu father was calling him at such late hour, yet my heartbeat began to quicken.

“Send Suraiyah Jamāl to my room.” Father-in-law shouted from behind the door, “I need a massage.”

Stunned, I looked at my husband.

He was also staring at me, still motionless.

It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order.

My father-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room.

I hadn’t any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his father wanted from me.

“I… I can’t come.” I stammered looking at my husband.

“Muħammad Ålī…” Father-in-law shouted again, this time little louder.

“Go…” Muħammad Ålī said.

“What did you say?” I looked at him, completely taken aback by his words.

“I said, ‘go’.” He said angrily, and turned his back towards me.

I stared at his back in disbelief.

My husband was asking me to go and sleep with his Hindu ‘father’, Durgesh.

“Suraiyah Jamāl… are you coming?” Durgesh spoke again from behind the door, “I’m waiting in my room.”

He must have heard what Muħammad Ålī had just said.

I thought for a Moment, and then looked back at my husband.

He was lying with his back towards me.

He didn’t have anything to say.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” was all I could utter.

I heard his footstep as he moved away from the door.

Again, I turned back, and stared at my Musalmān husband.

His face was now hidden under the covers.

In a daze, I opened the door and went out.

Durgesh was standing at his door waiting for me.

He smiled and gestured to come to his room and he went inside.

I closed my bedroom’s door gently, crossed the open courtyard to his room.

I pushed the curtains and looked inside.

Durgesh was sprawled on his bed, stark naked, playing with his Uncut Hindu dick.

His lips were spread in a lecherous smile.

“Come on Suraiyah Jamāl, take off your clothes and join me.” He winked at me,  “We’ll massage each other the entire night.”

I watched him incredulously.

I was still unable to believe what was happening.

“I… I…” I didn’t know how to ask him.

My mind was perplexed with the course of events,

“What is this?”

Father-in-law gave me a lecherous grin,

“I told you in the morning… Muħammad Ålī will never stop you now. I’ve explained everything to him.”

I stared at him incredulously.

Screwing father-in-law was somewhat okay when Muħammad Ålī was not home.

I had been doing it for the last three months.

But now, my husband was lying wide awake in our bedroom; how could I do it?

“Hurry up.” Durgesh turned on the bed, impatiently.

“But… I… I…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

“Stop worrying; Muħammad Ålī won’t disturb us.” He gave me a winning smile.

He knew what he was talking about. His fist moved rigorously over the length of his Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Lock the door and come here. I’m gonna fuck you this whole night.”

I stared at him, and then looked back toward my room with its doors partially closed.

I looked back to my Hindu father-in-law.

He smiled and gestured with his eyes to join him on the bed.

I took a deep breath, closed the door, and began to strip.

Durgesh watched me all the while stroking his massive Uncut Hindu Cock .

When completely naked, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.

Durgesh took my hand and gently placed it over his hot Hindu rod.

I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his Uncut Hindu Cock , letting my hand move up and down along his Hindu hard on.

“Suck me Suraiyah Jamāl…” Durgesh shifted on the bed making room for me.

I climbed on and settled beside him, my hand still gripping his Uncut Hindu Cock.

I got on all fours and brought my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock.

I stuck out my tongue and flicked at the droplet of precum oozing from the tiny hole.

Durgesh squealed with delight.

I stopped sucking and looked into his eyes.

“I still can’t believe…”

“What?”

“Muħammad Ålī himself told me to come here.” I flicked my tongue over the tiny pee hole.

“I told you he won’t stop you.” He said triumphantly.

He put his hand over my upturned Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass and began running his fingers over my anus.

I lowered my head and took the bloated head of his Uncut Hindu Cock  between my lips.

His finger poked into my sphincter.

“He knows that I’m the boss here.”

I ran my tongue over his Uncut Hindu Cock  head, and I felt it twitch.

“Now you’re my whore Suraiyah Jamāl; now I can fuck you anytime.” Durgesh was smiling.

“Even in the front of Muħammad Ålī.”

He pushed his index finger deep into my sphincter making me whimper with a mild pain.

He forced his finger up to his knuckle and started finger fucking my ass.

It was a completely new feeling.

He had touched me there before, but never inserted his finger into my anus.

As his finger began moving in and out of my anus, lust slowly began to overtake my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

By now, I had his Uncut Hindu Cock  in my mouth and was deeply sucking on it.

Durgesh groaned with pleasure.

I sucked the swollen crown and then started licking along the length of his pulsating Hindu shaft.

I moved my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tongue up and down the length of his engorged Hindu manhood, feeling excited with every horny stroke of my tongue over his Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  heating up, and my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juices began to flow.

Any thought of my own Musalmān husband, wide awake in my bedroom, evaporated from my mind.

All I was aware of was a mammoth Hindu hardness so lovingly trapped between my soft Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips, a thick index finger moving in and out of my ass, and a growing itch between my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.

My tongue was licking the base of his Uncut Hindu Cock , slowly licking the thick bush at the joint and the heavy sack dangling beneath.

Finally, I took one of his balls between my lips and sucked it hard.

Durgesh groaned and writhed on the bed with rapture.

“Suraiyah Jamāl uuuuuuuuuuuu… ahhhhhhhhhh…”

He placed his hand over my head and forced it into his Hindu crotch.

He pulled his finger out of my anus. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled it towards his face.

“Suraiyah Jamāl, get on top of me.” He groaned heavily.

I didn’t exactly understand what he wanted and stopped sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock .

He reached for my legs and helped me settle my lower body over his face.

Now my face was directly over his Uncut Hindu Cock , and my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was above his face.

I resumed my work and gobbled up his Uncut Hindu Cock -head between my greedy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips.

Durgesh caressed my full ass with his fingers, and then explored my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips down.

He kissed my inner thighs gently.

Finally, he planted a deep kiss directly on the fat lips of my creamy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

“Ahhhhhh…” I moaned.
I sucked his Uncut Hindu Cock  wildly, trying to take most of it inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

The head of his Uncut Hindu Cock  touched my throat, and for a Moment I was afraid that I might gag.

I eased it out a little and sucked it hard.

I would have loved to take his full length inside my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, but it was too big for me to take it completely.

Anyway, later, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt would take his complete length with much ease; I thought with relief.

I began humping my hips up and down.

I forgot what I had been doing and enjoyed the new feeling… so terrific it was almost mind-boggling.

I lowered my head and resumed sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock  more fervently.

Durgesh was gyrating his hips below me.

He began pumping his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my mouth as if fucking a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

His motions were gaining Momentum as he fucked his Uncut Hindu Cock  into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth harder and faster.

I knew if he continued like that, I wouldn’t be able to stop my climax.

Chapter 7

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


The Punishment to my enemy:5

The Punishment to my enemy

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

An unwanted affair

Ammījān and her son 2

The next morning was hectic as usual.

I helped my kids get ready for school, cooked and packed their Tiffin’s, and saw them off when the school bus arrived. By that time, Muħammad Ålī was also ready.

He hurriedly ate his breakfast, and went out.

Father-in-law didn’t join us for breakfast.

He came out of his room much later. His eyes were red.

What was he doing last night? Was he fucking Muħammad Ålī’s Ammījān  with his Uncut Hindu Cock  while thinking about me?

My face turned crimson at the thought.

I cursed myself.

Why was I thinking such evil thoughts?

I must be losing my mind.

Father-in-law ate his breakfast silently.

After that, he immediately retired to his room.

The housemaid arrived little late that day.

I gave her instructions and she began mopping the floor.

I casually talked with her.

I kept glancing in the direction of my father-in-law’s room.

The doors were shut.

The housemaid finished her work and left.

I locked the front door and went back to the kitchen.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard his door open.

Father-in-law came out of his room. He was in his tahmed with a towel hanging over his shoulder.

He crossed the open courtyard and walked toward the common bath.

I avoided looking at him directly, I watched him go into the bathroom from the corner of my eyes.

For a Moment, yesterday’s event became alive before my eyes.

I shrugged my head trying to fend off the thought.

In a short while, I heard the sound of water.

Father-in-law was taking his shower. He took his shower and then silently went back to his room.

Relaxed, I got myself busy with my daily chores.

After about fifteen minutes, I heard him calling my name,

“Suraiyah!”

“Yes?” I replied unwillingly.

“Can you come over here?”

“No. Tell me what you want.” I shouted in a loud irritated voice.

He didn’t reply, instead he came out of his room and walked directly into the kitchen,

“I want to talk to you.”

“I don’t.” I was suddenly angry.

“Don’t be angry; we can talk this out.”

“I told you that I don’t want to talk to you.” I retorted in anger, “Get out.”

His face turned red with anger.

He was about to burst, but he controlled himself,

“Listen… Suraiyah… don’t be angry.”

“Get out of here.” I shouted at the top of my voice, “I haven’t told Muħammad Ålī anything yet, but if you don’t leave now, I’ll tell him today.”

His face dropped a little.

He stared at me.

“Get out.” I yelled again, feeling more confident, “Get out.”

His expressions changed suddenly.

His eyes became bloodshot with rage,

“You bitch.” He fumed, “No one talk to me like this in my house.”

Taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, I moved backward.

He lunged at me.

I tried to dodge him, but he was fast.

He grabbed my arm.

“What’re you doing?  Let me go.” I cried, struggling to get free from his grip.

He easily lifted my petite Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body in his arms.

I tried to break his grip, unsuccessfully.

He took me to his room and dropped me on his bed.

“Now slut, what were you saying?” Tears of humiliation swelled in my eyes.

“What do you want?”

“To fuck you.” He gave me a lewd grin.

I was stunned that such crude words were coming from the mouth of my ‘father-in-law’.

“No, please let me go.” I tried to get off his bed; but he grabbed me again and pushed me back on his bed.

“I… I… will tell Muħammad Ålī.” As a final resort, I tried to threaten him hoping that it would work.

It made him even angrier,

“Listen you slut,” his voice suddenly filled with menacing tone, “Do you really think Muħammad Ålī can save you from me?”

I gave him a terrified look; nothing came out of my lips.

Father-in-law retorted,

“Don’t have any misgivings… I can kick you all out of my house… right now. What would he do then?”

A morbid fear began to grip me.

“Muħammad Ålī’s good for nothing, you know that; you know it very well.” Father-in-law chewed every word he spoke, “If I kick you out, do you think he’ll be able to look after you?”

Tears began to stream down my cheeks,

“Please let me go, I’m like your daughter.” I pleaded.

“I can’t have any daughter, you slut,” his eyes were burning with an unfathomable lust, “I don’t have X Chromosomes even. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about you, from the day I first saw you naked.”

I stared at his lust filled face.

I didn’t know what he was talking about.

When did he see me nude?

I couldn’t recall.

“Listen… Suraiyah…” His voice was suddenly softer, “Just give me what I want. I’ll give you everything you need.”

“No, I can’t.” I sobbed, “Please let me go.” Deep in my heart, I was aware that he was probably correct.

My introvert and meek Musalmān husband was no match for Durgesh’s Hindu dominance.

With his delicate disposition, I doubted that he would be able to look after us if thrown out of his father’s house.

I dared not think what would happen if I had to move out of the house.

He sensed my resignation,

“What’s your decision?”

“What do you want?” I gave him a resigned look.

His lips spread in a leering smile,

“Still pretending… bitch.” He pushed me back on the bed.

He brought his hand between my legs.

I felt his Hindu hand groping between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs, roaming over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He fumbled to locate the cord of my salwar  and when he found it, he undid it.

He then grabbed the cloth and pushed it off my thighs.

“No… please don’t.” I cried in shame.

I closed my eyes in utter shame.

Tears rolled out of eyes and disappeared into my hair.

He pulled the salwar off my leg and tossed it aside.

His hand was now moving over my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

I felt it groping at my knickers. Without waiting, he pulled them off too.

Durgesh then lifted the hem of my kurta and exposed my naked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

My most intimate and private part was exposed so brazenly to the leering Hindu eyes of my Hindu ‘father-in-law’.

I opened my eyes for a fraction of second.

His bulging eyes were glued to my exposed Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He was slowly wetting his lips with his tongue.

My face turned red with utmost shame and disgust.

I had never been so lecherously exposed even to my husband in my ten years of married life.

We fucked mostly with all the lights off.

Muħammad Ålī liked it that way and I never thought beyond that.

I couldn’t recollect many occasions when Muħammad Ålī had seen me completely naked.

I was lying on my father-in-law’s bed with my lower half completely bare, my father-in-law lustily gazing at my hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He had taken his Uncut Hindu Cock  out of his tahmed and was stroking it with his left hand.

My heart was beating like a drum.

I crossed my legs in a vain attempt to hide my hairy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt from his lecherous Hindu gaze.

He watched this with an amazed look in his eyes.

His left hand still stroking his Uncut Hindu Cock , he undid his tahmed.

It fell on the floor.

He climbed on his bed and settled near my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

I closed my eyes again.

I felt his hand roaming over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  slowly.

He forced my legs apart and spread them wide.

Then his fingers touched my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He spread my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body twitched when his index finger touched my inner labia.

“Come on… enjoy it, Suraiyah!”

I felt his hot breath over my cheeks as his Hindu lips touched my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips.

“I’m sure you’re not getting it for the first time.” He whispered in my ear and then laughed lecherously.

His fingers continued rummaging through my bushy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt,

“Oh… Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā … what a Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy !” He muttered to himself.

He withdrew his hand from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and positioned himself between my wide spread legs.

He took his Uncut Hindu Cock   in his fist and began running the inflated head over my slit.

My mind began to revolt again.

This place was reserved only for my beloved Musalmān husband, and now it was being violated so wantonly by none other than his own Hindu ‘father’.

“No!” I tried to push him back.

He laughed like a maniac and grabbed me again, pinning me on the bed.

I continued struggling but soon realized that I was no match for his brutal Hindu strength.

With my arms pinned with his hands, he positioned himself between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  head nudging between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  lips.

Durgesh leaned forward, brought my both hands together over my head and grabbed them with his right hand.

His left hand was now free.

His powerful Hindu legs pressed my struggling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān legs relentlessly, stifling my resistance. With his free hand, he gripped his Uncut Hindu Cock , and placed the tip at the entrance of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I felt my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  lips spread to accommodate the intruding Hindu organ.

He pushed forward.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  entered mercilessly inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I felt a sharp twinge of pain between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs; and I cried loudly.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  must be too much thicker than Muħammad Ålī’s tool. The pain caused my eyes to open.

I found his face just above mine, staring into my eyes.

When he found me looking in his eyes, he smiled lewdly and gave a massive thrust.

His mammoth Hindu hardness tore into me.

It felt like a burning Hindu rod entering between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

“No… please,” I wailed with pain, “please take it out… it’s hurting.”

Durgesh laughed triumphantly, happy for his prized win,

“Stop crying, it’s already in dear.”

I then realized that his Hindu tool was completely buried inside my hurting Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , his Hindu balls touching the back of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

He bent his head and kissed me.

Durgesh held still for some time enjoying the feel of his long thick Hindu tool resting inside my smarting Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

Then he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Cock  until only the tip remained inside.

The pain eased a little.

Durgesh pushed again ramming his massive Hindu hardness deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I yelled again.

“Aah… Suraiyah darling… what a tight Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.” He gave me a lecherous grin.

Durgesh began fucking me with long Hindu strokes.

Realizing that he would not listen to my cries; I resigned myself to my fate.

Durgesh didn’t relent and continued plundering my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  with hard Hindu strokes. With every passing second, his humping got wilder.

Durgesh fucked me harder and harder.

Slowly the pain began to ease off; my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt got adjusted to his savage Hindu thrusting.

His rough thrusting Uncut Hindu Cock  tickled some unknown nerves and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  began to lubricate.

I didn’t want to admit it, but my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body began to respond to his humping.

Durgesh was still plundering my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt mercilessly, but now his massive Uncut Hindu Cock  was moving smoothly in my velvety Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depth.

Durgesh had a kind of strange raw animal energy, which I had never felt before with Muħammad Ålī.

He was groaning and panting with effort.

His face and body were covered with perspiration.

Yet, he showed no sign of relenting.

Durgesh continued fucking my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy, with every stroke, his humping got more and more ferocious.

He fucked me non stop all the rest of the day and night continuously.

I felt it was my real golden night.

Muħammad Ålī was a child in sex as compared with Durgesh.

Finally, Durgesh cried loudly, and plunged his Uncut Hindu Cock  all the way inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  swell inside me, jerk violently and spurt his hot molten Hindu seed inside the soft folds of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

It felt like a hot geyser opening inside me, inundating my soft enclave.

Completely spent, Durgesh slumped over me; his face pressed between my breasts which were still hidden beneath the kurta.

He was panting with the effort.

Surprisingly, I could also hear my own heavy breathing.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  began to deflate inside me, but he made no attempt to take it out.

When he didn’t try to move away, I pushed him back.

Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock  came out with a loud plop sound.

His thick Uncut Hindu Cock  juice that was ’till now trapped inside, began to ooze out of my hairy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

Durgesh collapsed on me.

I got off his bed hurriedly.

He looked at me with half opened eyes; did nothing to stop me.

I picked up my salwar and knickers from the floor.

Before coming out of his room, I turned back and looked at him.

His eyes were open, and he wore a lazy look.

His lips were spread in a winning smile as he watched me go out.

I entered my bedroom and rushed to the bathroom.

Quickly, I undressed by removing my kurta and bra.

I started the shower and stood underneath, letting the shower’s cold water pour over my heated Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I could feel Durgesh’s Hindu cum rinsing off my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs with the water.

I realized that my body was still trembling.

In a matter of minutes, my whole world had changed.

I had been raped by my husband’s Hindu ‘father’.

I didn’t know how I would face Muħammad Ålī tonight.

What would I tell him?

Could I tell him what his father did to me?

I sat on the bathroom floor, folded my leg close to my thighs and rested my head over my knees.

Tears began to streak down my eyes.

Water from the shower continued drenching my shivering Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I knew that I could not tell Muħammad Ålī of what had happened with me.

I should have told him on the first occasion itself.

I cursed myself.

Now he wouldn’t take the news easily.

Although he loved me but he would not accept me for fucking his father.

No… I wouldn’t tell him.

I don’t know how long I stayed there.

Finally, I got up, and wiped my face clearing the tears from my eyes.

I washed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, then opened the bathroom door and came out.

Father-in-law was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom.

His legs were wide open, and he was sporting another massive erection.

In my rush, I had forgotten to lock my room’s door.

“You shouldn’t have left,” Durgesh smiled lecherously, “I still need you.”

Frozen with shock, I stared at him incredulously.

“Look,” he pointed toward his hard on, “He’s still hungry.”

“No… Not again.” I mumbled, “Please get out.”

He didn’t listen to me; rose from his position and came near to me.

He grabbed my soaked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body in his arms and dragged me to my bed.

“No… No…” I resisted.

Durgesh pushed me on the bed.

“I’ll tell Muħammad Ålī.” I said meekly.

“No… won’t.” He began stroking his already rigid Uncut Hindu Cock , “You tell Muħammad Ålī… and I’ll throw you out.”

I looked at him like a terrified kitten. Father-in-law sat on the edge,

“You’ll like it Suraiyah darling… believe me…you’ll like it.” His voice was suddenly soft, “I’ll make you very happy.”

“No… I can’t do it… please.” I made a meek effort to stop him.

“No but…” He gently brushed his hand over my wet bush. “Muħammad Ålī will never know about it… I promise you.”

I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

Father-in-law began rubbing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

His Uncut Hindu Penis touched my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān clit, and he brushed it coarsely.

I squeezed my thighs.

Durgesh played with my wet hairy clit, slowly running his Uncut Hindu Penis up and down.

I didn’t want to admit it, but his rough Uncut Hindu Penis felt good over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān love bud.

His antics slowly tickled some unknown nerves, and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body began to respond to his Hindu touch.

I could feel a mild wave of pleasure radiating through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān loins.

All of a sudden, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips jerked involuntarily. “You like it Suraiyah…” Durgesh whispered his voice hoarse with Hindu lust, “I know you like it.”

I was sure that his poking Uncut Hindu Penis must have sensed the twitching in my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

My face turned red.

I closed my eyes with shame.

“Spread your legs, Suraiyah! Welcome my Uncut Hindu Penis, darling!” Durgesh said suddenly.

I opened my eyes and stared at him.

He put his hand over my thigh and pushed.

As if, my body accepted his command, my knees fell apart, allowing him full view of my wet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy . Durgesh lustily gazed at my hairy slit while licking his lips.

He kept on playing with and teasing my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān clit with his strongest Uncut Hindu Penis.

With his free hand, he started stroking his bulging Uncut Hindu Cock.

His fingers massaged around my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and clit; my body began to buck with pleasure.

The copious secretion from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt began to ooze out, slowly seeping down to my puckered hole.

I wanted to stop him… wanted to move his hand off my clit.

I realized if he kept rubbing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt like that, I would succumb to the pleasure and nothing would stop me from cumming.

I was slowly losing my self- control; my body responding more eagerly to his manipulations.

‘Get off you scum’ — I wanted to scream.

I opened my lips. All that came out was a loud whimper. “Ahhhhhhh…” I gave a long moan, my body became tense; my body reeled with a mind blowing orgasm.

I squeezed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt around his Uncut Hindu Penis tightly and went into total spasm.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt throbbed and throbbed around Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis , and it inundated his probing digit with a fresh release of my juice.

Durgesh groaned happily.

Immediately, he withdrew his Uncut Hindu Penis and moved to between my legs.

He positioned himself and grabbed his Uncut Hindu Cock  again in his fist.

I was mesmerized by the purple-colored, bloated Uncut Hindu Cock -head which had a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip.

Again, a silent battle ensued between my mind and body.

I wanted to push him off and run away from my room, but myMeccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body refused.

It stayed motionless… with fear or lust, I didn’t know.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  nudged between my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips.

Durgesh slowly pushed his Uncut Hindu Cock  into me.

“No…” I cried; but my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt readily accepted the intruding Hindu organ.

I felt a gentle twinge, a faint memory of our previous fuck, as his Uncut Hindu Cock  moved inside my slippery canal.

His Uncut Hindu Cock  was completely buried in me with one smooth push.

I moaned softly as his balls slapped against my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

Durgesh smiled happily, looking at me with his lust filled eyes,

“You like it darling… you like it.” He began fucking me again with long Hindu strokes.

I lay beneath him silently, receiving his gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock  in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

Within a span of thirty minutes, I was getting fucked for the second time by my Hindu ‘father-in-law’, Durgesh.

My own response was completely different from the first time.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was responding very eagerly.

It lapped his every Hindu stroke, sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock  into its ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depth.

“Suraiyah…” Durgesh spoke hoarsely.

“Yes…”I responded.

“You like my Uncut Hindu Cock  inside your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt… don’t you.”

“No… ahhh… ahhh…” My mind was reeling with pleasure, but I was not ready to accept it yet.

He was my rapist.

I didn’t do it willingly; he forced me to do it.

However, my own Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body refused to accept my logic– it reeled and bucked with pleasure.

Durgesh groaned.

Grabbing my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and began fucking me harder.

In and out, in and out… his massive Uncut Hindu Cock  bore into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , making it beg for more.

With every stroke, he pushed deeper and deeper; his Hindu balls slapped noisily against my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

I didn’t realize when I started moaning.

Durgesh pumped harder and harder.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  clutched tightly around his Hindu shaft.

Durgesh was panting with the effort.

I thirstily waited for him to erupt inside me again.

48 hours later, he reached his climax.

Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

I could not believe.

Yet, it was true.

Durgesh rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock  inside for the final time.

His spitting Uncut Hindu Cock  pumped hot Hindu cum deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

It drove me over the edge.

I dug my fingers into the material of bed sheet to prevent me fainting with rapture.

He emptied his balls deep, then slowly got off me.

His Hindu cum began to ooze out of my freshly fucked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

I didn’t move, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful Moment.

When I opened my eyes, Durgesh was sitting on the edge of my bed.

His hands were on my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

He was gently stroking them.

He looked at me and smiled,

“Don’t say anything to Muħammad Ålī.” He was smiling, but the threat was very clear, “I’ll make you very happy.”

I gave him a delirious look, but didn’t speak.

He got up, gave a final pat to my naked thigh and went out of the room.

He didn’t even close the door behind him.

I watched him going, suddenly realizing that my bed was soaked because when he dragged me to bed, I was fresh out of the shower.

I didn’t feel any hurry.

I just lay there, feeling his hot Hindu cum oozing out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , dribbling down to my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass and then to the bed underneath.

I realized that I would never be able to tell the truth to Muħammad Ålī.

I had enjoyed my second fuck with my Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was sore when I went to my bedroom that night.

Muħammad Ålī arrived early that evening.

I served dinner to them– Muħammad Ålī, his father and the kids.

Father-in-law was very talkative.

He joked with the kids and discussed business with Muħammad Ålī.

He even advised him to bring some gift for me the next day.

During dinner, I avoided going out to the veranda and stayed mostly in the safety of my kitchen.

I was afraid to face my husband in front of his father.

I was worried that he would read on my face what had transpired between his Hindu ‘father’ and me during the day.

The kids were already asleep when I entered my bedroom.

Muħammad Ålī was awake–waiting for me.

I avoided eye contact, turned off the lights and silently slipped into the bed beside him.

I lay with my back toward him.

I felt his hand over me, and he pulled me into his arms.

“No… Not today… I’m tired.” I told him.

He didn’t seem to listen.

His hands began to explore my private parts, and he began to strip me.

I had no courage to stop him.

I lay there silently letting him remove my clothes.

Once I was completely naked, he began to strip.

Then I felt him between my legs.

His cut Cock  tip nudged at my opening which was smarting due to morning fuck.

I wanted to ask him to stop, afraid that he would immediately come to know about my infidelity.

Muħammad Ålī tried to push his cut Cock  into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

The tip forced against my sore inner lips.

I moaned.

He took it as a sign of acceptance, and he pushed harder.

It didn’t go inside.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was completely dry.

Failing to insert his cut Cock  into me, he withdrew it and replaced it with his tongue.

His tongue entered my aching Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, and he began tongue fucking me.

I lay still under him while his tongue moved in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

His efforts began to pay off Moments later.

I felt the sensation and my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  started lubricating.

Only then I realized why my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  was hurting so much after the morning fuck.

When Durgesh fucked me in the morning; I was afraid and was not ready for the fuck.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was completely dry when he rammed his Uncut Hindu Cock  in mercilessly, making it feel like a virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

I began to relish Muħammad Ålī’s slow tongue  fucking.

Soon, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was dripping wet.

Muħammad Ålī withdrew his tongue and again planted the tip of his cut Cock  at the dripping entrance of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He pushed lightly.

His cut Cock  moved easily into my slick Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy . He inched forward, slowly inserting the entire length of his cut Cock  deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy , his balls coming to rest against my ass.

He began fucking me with a slow rhythm.

I enjoyed his deep rhythmic fucking. My mind drifted to my father-in-law. I tried to compare the two men who had fucked me.

Muħammad Ålī was a delicate lover, gentle and caring.

Fucking Muħammad Ålī always gave me an impression of being handled with utmost care.

He never rushed, never tried to force it, and always fucked me in slow and deliberate manner.

My morning experience with his Hindu father was exactly the opposite.

Durgesh was like an animal in bed, wild and savage.

He fucked me so hard that my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was still aching.

He didn’t bother to work my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  for some lubrication.

I felt disgusted when he began fucking me but when he finished; my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, although hurting from his animal onslaught, was silently begging for more.

I had never been fucked like that before.

Again, I recalled the morning fuck.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  began to ooze aplenty.

I moaned lightly.

Muħammad Ålī groaned happily hearing my muffled moans while his cut Cock  sliced into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

He was panting with the effort.

I felt ashamed for thinking about Durgesh while my husband was making love to me.

I shrugged myself out of my reverie and began humping back at the pistoning cut Cock .

Muħammad Ålī found me responding. He increased his pumping.

He was fast approaching his climax. Finally, he grunted loudly, and lunged forward.

He buried his cut Cock  deep into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and erupted inside me.

His cut Cock  spurted again and again and flooded my womb with his love juice. Slowly, the jerking receded and then ceased altogether.

He gently pulled his soft cut Cock  out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Breathing heavily, he rolled off me and slumped on my side.

I slipped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

I pissed and washed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt thoroughly, dried my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and wet bush with a towel.

Then I put my clothes on.

When I returned, Muħammad Ålī was snoring.

I lay beside him silently, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

In a single day, I had been fucked by two men.

Two different Cock s had deposited their seeds inside my womb.

I had been raped and loved on the same day.

Two people… so different from each other… one a gentle lover… the other like a wild animal.

I should hate the animal for what he did to me.

But, did I… really?

Today, something had changed inside me.

My body longed to relive that pleasure again, to feel that animal energy penetrating my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, the brutal thrusting and massive force of ejaculation inundating my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

I squirmed on the bed, squeezing my thighs, trying to stop the sudden flow of wetness seeping from my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

When I finally drifted to sleep, I was soaking wet between my legs.

The first thing I noticed in the morning was that the soreness was replaced by a very mild, gentle  Prickling sensation, a faint reminder of what had transpired yesterday.

The morning passed in the usual way.

I sent the kids to school and cooked breakfast for Muħammad Ålī and his father.

Father-in-law came out of his room only when the breakfast was ready.

He looked fresh and gave me a nasty grin.

Red with embarrassment, I avoided his gaze, and served the breakfast.

They ate ravenously while I served the tea.

After breakfast, Muħammad Ålī changed and was ready for the shop.

He took instructions from his father, collected his Tiffin and went out.

I was now alone in the house.

Father-in-law had already retired to his room.

He was watching some news channel.

I could hear the sound of a news reader reading the morning news.

I paced in the kitchen; a strange nervousness gripped me.

My heart began to beat faster.

I expected him to come out of his room, grab me, take me to his room and fuck me hard.

I was suddenly flushed.

Holy shit…I cursed myself for my lustful thinking.

I must hate that Hindu for ruining my life…

the evil man who had violated me like an animal.

A fight within my conscience  ensued.

My body responded in an entirely different way.

I could feel my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān crotch getting wetter with every passing minute.

Someone knocked at the front door.

When I opened it, the housemaid was standing there.

To my surprise, I didn’t like her presence although it was her regular routine.

I accompanied her to the kitchen and gave her the instructions.

While she was busy mopping the floor, I stood by the kitchen door and looked in the direction of my Hindu father-in-law’s room.

No movement.

He seemed busy listening to the morning news, but I was sure that he must be looking at me from some hidden corner.

The maid finished her work.

I walked her to the door and locked it.

I was breathing heavily.

Anytime now father-in-law would come out and grab me in his arms.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt twitched with a strange anticipation.

“How can I do this?” I felt ashamed about my lewd thoughts.

I heard Shama cry.

I rushed to my bedroom, took her in my arm and breast-fed her.

She was soon asleep.

I came out of my room.

I picked up the noise of the shower running in the common bathroom.

“Suraiyah…” I heard Durgesh shout from the bathroom.

“Yes.”

“I forgot my towel,” He said loudly, “Please give it to me.”

“Help yourself.” I realized that my voice was quivering.

“I am naked… can’t come out… please get it.” He shouted from the bathroom; I could feel the taunt in his voice.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body began to tremble with an incredible anticipation.

I went to his room, took his towel from his bed and walked to the bathroom door.

I gently tapped on the door,

“Towel.”

The door opened immediately.

I extended my hand with the towel while looking away from him.

“What’re you doing Suraiyah?… hand it properly.”

I turned my head.

Durgesh was standing naked at the door, leering; his Hindu body soaked with water, his massive Uncut Hindu Cock  jutting out of his coarse bush, his heavy balls hanging erotically.

“Look what happens to me every time I see you.” Durgesh smiled lecherously as he twitched his strong abdominal muscles to cause his Uncut Hindu Cock  to bounce up and down.

I could not avoid looking at the thick Hindu rod that was swinging so majestically.

Durgesh moved forward, grabbed my hand and dragged me into his arms.

“Let me go.” I tried to resist unsuccessfully, “Please.”

Durgesh laughed and dragged my struggling Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body under the shower.

The cold water from shower fell over our heated bodies.

I could feel his raging hard on poking into my belly through my wet clothes.

He began to take my clothes off.

“No… Please don’t.” I offered a half hearted resistance, “Let me go.”

Durgesh didn’t seem to listen to me.

One by one, he undid my kurta and salwar.

First, he pulled my kurta over my head.

He then unhooked my bra exposing my full breast and hard nipples.

He carelessly dropped the bra on the floor.

Shivering with shame, I cupped my tits in a frail attempt to hide my nudity from him.

He didn’t pay any attention and proceeded to undo my salwar.

Next Moment, my salwar was on the floor and I was standing there in nothing but my panties.

Durgesh groaned happily at my predicament, slipped his fingers into my panties and rolled them down my thighs.

I was standing completely naked, next to my father-in-law, his bulbous Uncut Hindu Cock  head poking into my fleshy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān belly.

Trembling feverishly, I covered my tits with one hand and tried to cover my bushy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with the other.

Durgesh’s lips spread in a lewd smile.

He took my hands and forced them apart exposing my tits and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

He looked at my naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body with admiration,

“You’re gorgeous, Suraiyah Jamāl.” His voice was hoarse with lust.

He grabbed me back into his Hindu arms crushing my supple Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body into his hairy chest.

My body melted in his Hindu arms.

My swollen and hard nipples pressed against his Hindu chest.

I felt his erect Uncut Hindu Cock  and balls rubbing against my tummy.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  was dripping with anticipation.

All thoughts of remorse suddenly evaporated.

I realized I was no longer nervous but ready.

Durgesh moved his hand over my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and pulled my soft body into his masculine Hindu body.

He brought his Hindu lips down and kissed me.

I readily accepted his advance and returned his kiss.

His tongue probed my mouth as his hand kneaded the big halves of my ass.

We kissed passionately.

I had forgotten that it was totally forbidden for me.

If the truth came out, I would have no place in this society.

I would lose my husband, children… everything that life had given me so far.

I would become a pariah.

Nonetheless, in the heat of the Moment, none of this came to my mind.

All I wanted was that magnificent Uncut Hindu Cock  plundering my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Durgesh seemed to understand my desire.

He took my hand and placed it over his Uncut Hindu Cock .

Under the falling water from the shower, it felt like a burning rod of steel, strong and thick.

His hand moved between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thighs, and his fingers explored my soaked hairy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

He inserted a digit into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I moaned with delight.

He fucked me with his finger.

His finger was thick, almost like a Uncut Hindu Cock .

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt willingly accepted the intruding digit and clasped it in its velvety enclave.

I was breathing hard with passion.

His moving finger inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was doing miracles, causing my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to beg for more.

I felt my warm Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juices soaking his finger.

He drove me crazy with desire.

I desperately wanted his thick rigid Hindu tool between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  lips.

I tightened my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān fingers over his Uncut Hindu Cock  and rubbed it against my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  lips.

Durgesh brought his mouth to my soft nipples.

He took one between his lips and kissed it hard, making me whimper with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lust.

I realized that if I didn’t let him fuck me, I would die of my extreme desire.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…” I heard myself moaning.

I wanted to tell him that it felt so good, but the words got stuck in my mouth.

Durgesh alternated between my tits, kissing both nipples one by one.

He gave equal attention to each of my tits.

His sucking became rougher.

I began to whimper and squirm; my hand tightly squeezed and released his Uncut Hindu Cock .

He let go my tits and began kissing me on my stomach.

I felt his tongue probing into my belly button.

His tongue moved further down toward the hairy mound of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy .

Then I felt my tongue sliding over his bushy Hindu groins.

It was an entirely new experience.

For a second, I thought that I would die with rapture.

Muħammad Ålī had never kissed me down there where Durgesh was kissing now.

I had never enjoyed the bliss of oral sex though I was vaguely aware of the fact that some people do things like that.

“What… what are you doing?” I moaned– never wanting him to stop.

My body shuddered as a sudden flash of pleasure shot through my body.

I arched my back and cried out.

My thighs were trembling violently.

My hand fumbled to hold something on the wall to prevent myself from collapsing.

I raised my hands and groped for the shower’s pipe.

I grabbed it with both hands.

Supporting my load against the pipe, I spread my legs further.

I was afraid I might come before Durgesh even started fucking me.

I squirmed my thighs.

I wondered how Durgesh would fuck me as there wasn’t enough space in the bathroom.

I expected him to take me out to his bedroom.

However, Durgesh had other plans.

He pushed the bucket and a small plastic tub to one corner, then grabbed me by my hips and helped me settle on the limited space on the bathroom floor.

It was an awkward position as my legs were high and resting against the wall.

He positioned himself between my legs and lowered himself.

I watched deliriously as he lowered his Hindu waist.

I felt his fingers holding his Uncut Hindu Cock  as he fumbled at the opening.

He found the right place and planted the tip.

Then he pushed forward.

His thick Uncut Hindu Cock  moved easily in my dripping Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

He didn’t have to make any further efforts as my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was well lubricated.

Durgesh lowered his hips until the entire length of his Uncut Hindu Cock  was buried inside me.

Chapter 6

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 2-Of my Musalmān enemies-1The Punishment to my enemy: 4

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

2: Of my Musalmān enemies

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

An unwanted affair

Ammījān and her son

Durgesh Suraiyā Jamāl

Life is strange.

So many things happen in our lives over which we have no control.

Sometimes, these events are so unplanned, so unintentional, that they leave you baffled.

I went through some strange events that threw my life into an endless wave of lust and debauchery.

I had a nice loving Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ålī; who loved me a lot, and five beautiful kids whom I adored.

I had everything that a woman needs to call herself happily married.

Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have imagined having an affair with another man, and that Durgesh.

However, it happened and I couldn’t stop it.

My licentious affair began with my own Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh.

My only sin was that I loved Muħammad Ålī, and married him.

Muħammad Ålī’s only sin was that he was an adopted son of Muħammad Ħasan,Durgesh’s arch Musalmān enemy.

Here, I would like to add that it was kind of forced onto me initially, but later, I must admit, I too began enjoying it.

Yes, I’m sorry to admit that Durgesh is perhaps the best man in the Universe, who can fuck a Musalmān beauty to even more than her hearts content.

My relationship with my Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh; is continuing.

Now my husband, Muħammad Ålī,  also knows about it.

I have been regularly sleeping with two men in a single house: with my lawfully wedded Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ålī; and when he’s not home, with my horniest Hindu father-in-law.

I was only seventeen when I got married.

My husband Muħammad Ålī, who is just one year older than me, was the adopted  son of Muħammad Ħasan. Muħammad Ålī was not good in studies.

He floundered repeatedly in his exams.

When he failed thrice in his class, his father Muħammad Ħasan, a shrewd businessman, withdrew him from school, and hired him in his own sweets shop.

Muħammad Ålī liked working at the shop more than adding two plus two in school.

He soon learned most of his father’s successful business secrets.

However, he had a major weakness: he was extremely bad with numbers.

For some time, Muħammad Ħasan entrusted him with all the responsibilities of running the shop, but soon realized his son’s inability in handling finances.

He went back to looking after the sales himself, and Muħammad Ålī was assigned the task of supervising the production of sweets.

Muħammad Ålī, a meek and introvert youth, never expected more than that.

He was content with what he got, and never complained about playing second fiddle to his father.

My father had a small grocery shop at the outskirts of the city selling daily goods and utility items.

Earnings weren’t very good to support a family of six, my parents, my three sisters, and myself, but we were managing somehow.

Abbu knew Muħammad Ålī’s father, he was just an old acquaintance, nothing more than that.

One fine day, Muħammad Ålī’s father visited our house looking for abbu. They met and talked privately. After Muħammad Ålī’s father left, Abbū  came inside and happily announced that Muħammad Ħasan was asking my hand for his son.

Everyone was surprised. Why would a wealthy person like Muħammad Ħasan like to marry his only son to the daughter of a poor shop owner?

The news spread like a jungle fire in the small town.

My neighbors and relatives received this news with contempt and disbelief.

But, once they realized that it was true, there were mixed reactions.

Some were genuinely happy, while some were very jealous.

One of my relatives even suggested that there might be some problem with Muħammad Ålī, and my father should not accept this marriage.

However, Abbū  had met with Muħammad Ålī once at their shop, and he didn’t find any abnormality in him.

He considered it as a blessing from Allah.

He was very happy that at least his eldest daughter was getting married to a rich family where she would lead a comfortable life.

Nobody really knew why Muħammad Ħasan had chosen me for his son.

I was too young to understand the intricacies of marriage.

Marriage was not a subject in which Musalmān girls in an orthodox Musalmān family like ours had any say.

All I knew that one day Abbu would arrange my marriage with some suitable Musalmān boy, and I would spend my entire life with him; no questions asked.

Therefore, when my Ammījān gave me the news, I didn’t respond very eagerly. Two days later, my younger sister took me to a corner and handed me a photograph.

It was taken in some marriage ceremony.

It showed a group of teenage boys. She pointed to a frail but handsome looking Musalmān boy standing in the center of the group.

I stared at the picture of my future Musalmān husband, suddenly overwhelmed with a strange emotion.

I had never felt like that before.

I didn’t realize then that I had fallen in love with the shy looking boy smiling in the photograph.

A month later, we got married in a lavish ceremony.

After the marriage, I got my first taste of sex.

We couldn’t meet on the first night as the ceremonies continued until dawn.

When I was finally taken into our bedroom, my eyes were drooping with exhaustion.

Muħammad Ålī was no better than me.

Both of us were dead tired. Muħammad Ålī hugged me on the bed.

He kissed me; we talked in slow whispers for some time until we fell asleep.

For the first time in my life, I slept on the side of a man whom, only a day ago, was a complete stranger to me.

It was the second night of our marriage, when Muħammad Ålī made love to me for the first time.

I still remember the feeling of utter shame when he began to strip me.

I made him switch off all the lights before he proceeded to undo my clothes. After removing my clothes, he stripped hurriedly.

In the complete darkness of our bedroom, I heard the rustling of his clothes and felt his presence only when he got between my legs.

Then his cut Cock  poked at my virgin Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

Both of us were virgins.

Neither of us had any prior exposure to the opposite sex.

A married friend of mine had given me some mushy insight about this night. She had especially asked me not to stop my husband.

She had also told me that it would hurt the first time but would be great fun later.

Muħammad Ålī tried to insert his cut Cock  into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  clumsily.

After some fumbling, he was able to insert his cut Cock  head into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

It tore my virgin hymen, and I cried with pain.

He stopped pushing further, but didn’t pull his cut Cock  out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

After waiting for my pain to subside, he began to move his glans gently in and out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

Muħammad Ålī fucked me with only his cut Cock  head inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

It was painful at the beginning, but soon the pain began to recede, and an unusual feeling of rapture began to overwhelm my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body. Muħammad Ålī didn’t push his cut Cock  further.

I could feel his cut Cock  head moving in and out of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and then all of a sudden he erupted.

His hot cum spilled mostly over my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and soaked my thick bush.

It was a thick hot sticky liquid, and on that first occasion it didn’t appear very pleasant.

Muħammad Ålī immediately withdrew his cut Cock  and rolled off me.

I grabbed my clothes and rushed to the bathroom.

I washed the thick gluey liquid that was sticking to my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and my dense bush.

There was also some blood mixed with the cum that oozed out of my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

My friend had warned me about it so I didn’t panic.

Before coming out, I put my clothes back on.

Muħammad Ålī was waiting outside, still naked.

He had switched on a night lamp.

My face turned crimson with shame, but I could not avoid having a good look at my husband’s depleted cut Cock  which, only minutes ago, had taken my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān maidenhood.

He stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

Muħammad Ålī came out of the bathroom, with a tahmed, sarong, around his waist.

We then slept in each other’s embrace.

Next morning, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was sore.

I felt a little discomfort while walking. However, as the day progressed the pain was replaced by a gentle tenderness.

Even after the painful experience of last night, I eagerly waited for the next night.

I was longing to go through that experience again, wanted to feel my Muħammad Ålī’s cut Cock  sloshing in my tender Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  and then ejaculating his seeds inside my depth.

As I waited eagerly, I sensed a wetness seeping between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  lips.

It was very strange; I had never felt like that before.

I was dying to get laid again.

I felt ashamed of my lustful thoughts. That night, I took the entire length of his cut Cock  inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy.

My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was still sore from the previous day’s adventure, but I didn’t stop Muħammad Ålī.

He continued ramming his cut Cock  into me and after some effort it was completely buried in my hungry Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān depths.

Muħammad Ålī fucked me in a slow rhythm until he erupted inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, filling it with his hot seed.

This time, his hot thick cum didn’t feel bad inside my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, I rather liked the feeling of his cut Cock  jerking and erupting inside me.

After that day, we fucked almost daily.

With time, we lost our inhibitions and indulged in sex more often.

As a result, I was pregnant after two months and became an Ammījān within a year of my marriage.

I always considered Muħammad Ålī to be the perfect man for me; but he had a very meek disposition.

He was completely overshadowed by his father’s arch Hindu enemy, Durgesh’s towering Hindu personality.

Muħammad Ħasan, though loved his son, was a very dominating father, because my husband was the only person he could dominate.

Otherwise, not only Durgesh, even each and every woman in the household, dominated Muħammad Ħasan.

Throughout, his childhood he had been critical of his son and as a result, Muħammad Ålī’s personality remained subdued.

He could never face his father, nor Durgesh consequently,  for anything whether it was right or wrong.

He silently accepted any commands given by his father and Durgesh, both.

Muħammad Ålī once told me that he hadn’t even seen my picture before our marriage.

His father arranged his marriage and informed him.

I was chosen as his son’s wife because Muħammad Ħasan believed that a Musalmān girl from a poor family would always be at his mercy and would never pose a threat to him.

I also feel that to some extent, my father-in-law was right in this belief.

I was brought up in a family where women had no say in the day to day functioning of the household, and no surprise that I too believed that.

As time passed, Muħammad Ålī got busier with the shop.

The old man began to give him more responsibilities to please Durgesh.

However, he kept the final control in his hands and never let my husband take full responsibility of his business.

I had nothing to complain about. Muħammad Ålī was his only son and the rightful heir.

Above all, I was leading a life I could never have imagined in my life.

I had a loving husband and a beautiful girl child.

I couldn’t have asked for anything better from life.

After the birth of our first daughter, the frequency of sex dwindled as I became a busy Ammījān tending to the needs of a tiny tot and Muħammad Ålī got busier in the shop.

Over the years, the frequency of our sexual encounters dwindled further. Muħammad Ålī and I never observed any kind of protection during our lovemaking, and so, by the end of tenth year of my marriage, I was Ammījān to five beautiful daughters.

Many things had changed over the last ten years.

I was now a fully grown Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman in my late twenties.

I was no more a cute, skinny petite dove like the one I used to be at the time of my marriage.

I had put on some weight.

My Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tits had lost their original firmness yet they were still erect proudly.

Even Bearing five daughters had left NO scar and NO fleshy hump around my tummy.

My small taut Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks became somewhat swollen, and my thighs appeared fleshier.

These all things made me more beautiful day by day, and more voluptuous.

I was happy and contented with my life.

My husband still loved me very much, and he never failed to praise how beautiful I looked.

I had every reason to believe him.

I loved my husband very much and no thought about any other man ever occurred to me.

Not until I began to notice changes in my Hindu father-in-law’s, Durgesh’s behavior.

My Ammījān-in-law was sleeping with Durgesh many years before my marriage, as if Muħammad Ħasan was not her husband, Durgesh was.

Therefore, I was the only woman, except my mother in law, in my house other than a maid who visited our house in the morning and afternoons to clean the house.

My Hindu father-in-law, Durgesh; was very fond of me.

He took good care of me, and my family.

He played with my kids, bought them gifts and toys, paid for their school, and their other expenses.

He did everything a good grandfather would do for his grandchildren.

Unlike my father, my husband’s father was quite liberal and he let me enjoy lot of freedom in the house.

I too treated him like my Abbu.

Durgesh was fifty, but appeared much younger than his age, not more than thirty.

I must admit that he was good looking and well maintained for his age.

Muħammad Ålī once told me that his Hindu ‘father’, Durgesh; loves his Ammījān very much, and has an extra ordinary interest in sex.

I really admired him for being so.

However, his recent activities revealed a darker side of him.

He had been entrusting more and more responsibility to my husband.

His business was flourishing; the shop was doing very well.

Father-in-law saw the opportunity and opened a branch of his shop in another part of the city.

It increased Muħammad Ålī’s workload as he was looking after both establishments.

It kept him busy with little time for the kids and me.

Muħammad Ålī’s father stopped visiting his shop altogether, and began to manage his affairs from the home itself.

He appointed a cashier at the shop to help Muħammad Ålī with the finances. Father-in-law began spending more and more of his time at home with his arch Hindu enemy almost always present there.

He didn’t have much to do, so he began spending more time with the kids. When they weren’t home, he spent his time sitting in his room watching some television program or some movie on his player.

He was very fond of Bollywood and Hollywood movies.

Recently, he had purchased a brand-new DVD player.

Every other day, he would bring home some borrowed disc from a nearby shop and watch it with kids, or sometimes with the whole family.

He had a good collection of DVDs of his own.

He had given me his old DVD player. Often, I used the player during the afternoons for watching movies while waiting for the kids to return from school. Although it started with subtle hints, I began to notice the way Muħammad Ålī’s Hindu ‘father’ looked at me.

I caught him, a number of times, staring at me in a peculiar way.

He began to seek excuses to visit the kitchen every now and then.

I normally spent most of my time in the kitchen or in my bedroom.

Often, I found him coming to the kitchen on one pretext or another and trying to talk to me.

At times, I found him staring at my bosom with a lecherous look in his eyes. One day, he accidentally kept his hands over my shoulders.

He immediately withdrew it, but such accidents began to happen very often. There were certain occasions when I felt his eyes boring into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cleavage.

Sometimes, when I passed near him, I had a strange feeling that he had been ogling my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks. He started bringing gifts for me very often, sometimes rather expensive gifts.

Initially, I was happy with his gestures, but later I got suspicious.

He was very careful about his actions. Whenever Muħammad Ålī or the housemaid was home, he kept himself confined to his room, pretending to be reading some magazine or watching a television program. As soon as the kids were off to school and the housemaid left for another house, he would appear at the kitchen door asking for something.

We live in a spacious three room house that my father-in-law built long ago. The front door opens to a wide corridor, which passes between two big facing rooms, one is my bedroom and other belonged to the kids.

The corridor opens into a spacious veranda and to an open courtyard after that.

The kitchen is situated after my bedroom and its doors open to the veranda. Facing the kitchen, on the other side of the open courtyard, lies Durgesh’s bedroom.

My bedroom initially belonged to my father-in-law, however, after my marriage, he gave us his bedroom and he took another bedroom.

The two bedrooms in our house have attached bathrooms.

There is also an additional bathroom situated just after the children’s room.

It opens to the veranda.

The common bathroom is a small one. Usually, it was kept locked and was rarely used.

The other major change I noticed in Durgesh was that he stopped using his own attached bathroom.

He began taking his showers in the common bathroom.

It was very strange.

It gave him ample opportunity to roam around the house wearing only a towel around his waist.

Often, I found him deliberately lurking here and there in the veranda in his seminude state, especially when we were alone at home.

I found his actions little suspicious but tried to ignore him.

I never expected that a man of his age, and his reputation could be harboring ulterior motives about his ‘own’ daughter-in-law.

I was more confused because for the last ten years he had been a perfect gentleman, never giving me a chance to doubt his intentions.

One afternoon, after the housemaid left, I was alone at home.

I fed the two young kids and left them sleeping in my bedroom.

After a while, I heard him calling me from his room.

When I went there, he was lying on his bed in a vest and a tahmed, sarong.

He told me that he was feeling some pain in his back and asked me to rub a pain reliever on his back.

He gave me a tube of pain reliever.

I took the tube.

He immediately got up and removed his vest.

He was now half-naked standing in front of me.

I had seen him roaming around the house, wearing only his tahmed; but never before had he taken his vest off in front of me.

My face turned scarlet with embarrassment.

Notwithstanding a small potbelly, he had a rather good physique for a fifty-year old.

Durgesh didn’t seem to notice it.

He lay on his bed on his stomach, and pointed to a region in his lower back and asked me to apply cream to it.

I sat at the edge of his bed.

I squeezed the tube, took a large gob of white cream between my fingers and began rubbing it over the affected area. Durgesh closed his eyes and rested his head over his folded hands.

I rubbed the paste over his aching back in silence.

Then I noticed that his tahmed was tied in such a way that a small part of the crack of his ass was visible.

I began feeling uncomfortable.

My face turned red but out of respect for the old man, I continued rubbing the cream on his back.

It went on for about five minutes.

Finally, he asked me to stop and told me that his back felt better.

I got up from his bed and proceeded to go out of his room when he turned on the bed.

Even in my rush to leave his room, I didn’t miss the massive tent formed in the front of his tahmed.

Ashamed and terrified, I rushed to my bedroom, locked the door, and sat on my bed.

I was stunned.

My heart was beating fast.

I could hear my heart beats hammering in my ears.

I was now sure about my Hindu ‘father-in-law’s  intentions towards me.

The old man wanted me.

I was horrified at the thought.

I was brought up in a very strict and conservative Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān family. Although my parents let me study, my education was in an all-girls school.

My Ammījān never let me out without wearing a burqā.

I wasn’t allowed to talk to any boy from the neighborhood.

The only man in my life was my husband Muħammad Ålī.

I loved him; although at times, I felt sad for him not being so smart like his Hindu ‘father’.

All ten years of my marriage, Muħammad Ålī had been a very good husband and I never felt any inclination to think about any other man.

Now, after a long period of a happy married life, things were beginning to change.

My Hindu ‘father-in-law’ was trying to seduce me.

I was afraid and perplexed by his behavior.

I didn’t know what had gone into his head.

He had always been a father figure to me.

It’s true that he never gave Muħammad Ålī full power over the shop, and he remained in control of all affairs and showed no intentions of retiring.

However, he did everything that a good father could do for his family.

He looked after all of us very well.

At times, he got upset with Muħammad Ålī, sometimes even lost his temper but he never said anything to me. He helped me in every possible way to make my life comfortable.

I didn’t know why he was behaving in such a manner now.

I thought about telling Muħammad Ålī about the incident, but later decided against it.

I didn’t know how he would react to this news.

He was very afraid of his father, and Durgesh both, and I had never seen him taking a stand against  them, even when he was not wrong.

I was afraid that father-in-law would call me to his room the next day, therefore, when he informed us that night that he would be out of the city for some days, I was relieved and happy.

I was probably imagining too much, and everything would be fine after his return.

He was visiting a nearby city to attend some marriage ceremony in his friend’s family.

Durgesh returned three days later.

The children were at school and Muħammad Ålī had already gone to the shop.

After freshening up, he called me into his room.

I was a bit apprehensive, but I went.

He was standing by his bed with his briefcase lying open on the bed.

He was rummaging through its contents.

I used my chunni, a scarf, to cover my head and went near him.

Durgesh took the clothes out of his briefcase and produced some small packages.

“For the children,” he said as he handed me the packages.

I took them.

Then he pulled a few DVD cases out of his bag. “I’ve brought some new movies, like to watch?”

“No… I’m not free now.” I was eager to get out of his room, “I’ll watch later.”

“I’m not asking you to watch it now.” He smiled.

He handed me one DVD from the pack and put the others into his TV cabinet. “Keep it… Watch it when you’re free. I know you like movies.”

I silently took the DVD, left his room, and took a deep sigh of relief.

Maybe I was wrong about my Hindu ‘father-in-law’.

I went to my room and put the DVD in my cupboard.

I decided to watch it later in the afternoon. Durgesh took his shower. Surprisingly, he didn’t use the common bathroom.

He washed in his own bathroom. When he came out of his room, he was fully dressed.

I was in the kitchen cooking lunch.

“I’m going to the shop.” He spoke from the kitchen door, “Is lunch ready?”

“Yes.”

He sat at the dining table.

I served him food.

He ate ravenously.

He looked happy.

Once or twice he looked at me but didn’t talk much.

He seemed to be preoccupied with something.

When he left after lunch, I locked the door.

I fed Rehaanah and Shama, and left them playing in the veranda.

My other three kids, Shahidah, Sakina, and Parveen, were at school and were not expected until three.

I looked at the wall clock; it was showing 1:00 pm, enough time to straighten my aching limbs.

I thought I would take a brief nap.

I slipped in my bed and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered the DVD that Durgesh had given me.

I am a big movie fan also; therefore, I dropped the idea of sleeping.

I took the DVD out of my cupboard, switched on the television, the DVD player, and inserted the disk into it.

I took the remote and settled on the bed.

I adjusted the pillows beneath my back to put myself in a comfortable, reclining position and then pressed the play button on the remote.

The television screen flickered for a few seconds; then it began to show the legal warnings. I pressed the fast-forward button, waited for few seconds and again pressed the play button.

My eyes went wide open with shock and disbelief.

Along with the credits, the screen showed a naked Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān woman lying on a sofa.

A Hindu man with a gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock  was fucking her hairless Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  while she was gripping, and sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock  of another Hindu male.

In my panic, I simply forgot to use the remote, immediately jumped off my bed and switched off the television.

Then I stood there shivering violently.

I had never seen such a wanton display of sexual acts before.

I had heard about porn movies; and I was vaguely aware of the fact that in such movies, fucking scenes were shot from very close quarters.

However, what I just saw appeared simply disgusting.

Gradually, the trembling was replaced by anger.

I was furious with Durgesh.

The old man was playing games with me.

He had deliberately handed me a blue film DVD.

Seething with anger, I decided that I would confront the old man, and if he refused to improve his ways, I would report the incident to Muħammad Ålī.

I could not let this go on forever. After making up my mind, I took the disk out of the player and put it back in my cupboard.

My daughters arrived from school, and I got busy with them.

The kids ate their food, and then all of them went out of the house to play with their friends, leaving Shama, the youngest one, and me alone in the house.

Durgesh arrived at about five in the evening.

When I opened the door, he smiled at me, and then went directly to his room.

I waited for some time.

I was furious with him, but now when I was about to face him, I started feeling nervous.

I went to my room, took the CD from my cupboard, and waited there for some time, breathing heavily, trying to overcome my nervousness.

Finally, I came out of my bedroom.

I crossed the veranda and the open courtyard and knocked on his door.

“Come in.” He asked from inside.

I went inside.

He was sprawled on his bed, the remote was in his hand and he was continuously changing channels.

He looked at me. “What’s this?” I asked angrily showing him the DVD.

He stared at it then looked at me, puzzled.

“What did you give me?”

“A movie…” He tried to smile.

His smile made me even angrier.

I had never been so angry in my whole life.

I could feel tears swelling in my eyes. “You call this a movie?” I threw the DVD on his bed.

He picked up the disk in his hand.

His face wore a look of deep surprise. Again, he stared at me as if he couldn’t understand why I was shouting at him. Then his eyes went wide.

I had enough.

I could not control my tears.

I knew I would start crying, so I immediately turned and began to walk out of his room.

“Suraiyah, please stop.” He called me as he jumped off the bed.

I didn’t stop and walked hurriedly toward the door.

He rushed close to me and held my hand firmly.

“Let me go.” I cried trying to release my hand from his firm grip.

But, I was no match for his strength.

“Look Suraiyah.” He said apologetically, “It’s just a mistake. I didn’t give it to you deliberately.”

“Let go of my hand.” Angrily, I tried to free my hand from his grip, finally succeeding in getting out of his clutches.

I ran out of his room, and scurried to my room.

Durgesh followed me.

I quickly locked my room from the inside.

I heard his footsteps approaching the door.

Then he knocked lightly.

I didn’t reply.

“Suraiyah, please listen to me.” He was almost pleading, “I didn’t do it knowingly.”

“I don’t want to listen to anything. When Muħammad Ålī returns, then we’ll talk.”

“Please… Suraiyah… Don’t tell anything to Muħammad Ålī. Believe me, it was not intentional.”

“Please go,” I shouted from inside, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

There was a silence for some time.

“Look Suraiyah… I bought it for myself. I gave it to you by mistake… You must believe me.”

I realized that if I continued answering his calls he would not go away.

I kept silent.

Finally he spoke,

“Okay… If you don’t want to listen… I’ll go. But think hundred times before you tell Muħammad Ålī about it.”

I heard him move away from the door, and then there was silence everywhere.

I was in no hurry to open the door.

I rubbed my eyes to wipe the tears.

I remained in my room until my daughters returned.

Durgesh was locked inside his room.

I washed my face and began preparing dinner.

I pondered what had happened this afternoon.

I didn’t know whether my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ was telling the truth.

But, after much deliberation I decided to give him a chance.

Muħammad Ålī came at around eight.

Durgesh was careful enough to open the door of his room before the arrival of Muħammad Ålī.

Still, he stayed inside his room watching television.

When dinner was ready, I sent Parveen to call him.

He came back and said that grandpa was not hungry.

I didn’t press further and served the dinner to Muħammad Ålī and the kids.

Muħammad Ålī was a bit surprised by his Hindu ‘father’s absence from the dining table; but he was tired from the day’s work. He ate hurriedly and went to the bedroom with the kids.

I collected the dishes from the dining table and dropped them into the sink.

Then I went to my bedroom.

Before entering the room, I looked in the direction of Durgesh ’s room.

He was still awake.

I could hear the sound from his television emanating from his room.

I went inside my room and locked it.

Things were back to normal for a while.

Durgesh resumed his normal routine the day after, however, he was subdued.

He talked very little with me or with anyone and spent most of his time with the kids.

It appeared that my threat had worked.

I was happy that he was not troubling me now any more.

I avoided him completely and spoke with him only when it was necessary.

At times, it was a necessity as he was the master of the house.

All the earning from the shop went to him only.

He didn’t pay a single penny to Muħammad Ålī.

Therefore, if I needed anything, I had no other option than to ask him for money.

This situation didn’t last for very long.

Gradually, Durgesh returned to his nasty antics.

One day, I found him roaming around the kitchen with only a tahmed on his body, and an unmistakable bulge in front of his crotch.

When he saw me, he smiled gleefully and went to the common bathroom.

I was annoyed but knew that it was futile to talk to him unless he did something nasty.

I avoided him by mostly remaining inside my room.

If for any reason I had to go to his room, I made sure that I left it as quickly as possible.

After the previous incident, I was somewhat assured.

Durgesh might be a horny old man, and probably he was having the hots for me, but he would never like to be exposed in front of his ‘son’.

Therefore, I was sure that he would not dare touch me.

As far as his horny behavior towards me was concerned, I thought it would be better to overlook it.

One afternoon, after having finished cooking lunch, I decided to retire to my room.

My daughters, except Shama, were at my parents’ house, spending their winter vacation.

“Suraiyah…” I was about to open the door to my bedroom when I heard his voice.

“Yes.” I replied loudly.

“Please come here…”

“In a minute…” I said reluctantly.

I went into my room and waited for some time hoping that he would not call me again.

After about five minutes, he called me again.

I walked over to his room.

Durgesh was lying flat on his stomach.

As usual, he was wearing only his tahmed.

His face was grimacing with pain.

“What do you want?” I pulled the drape covering his door to one side and asked.

” It’s hurting very much.” His hand touched a place at his back, “Please…” His eyes wore a pleading look.

I recalled the incident which took place a few days ago.

I was about to refuse when he moaned loudly.

I relented.

I sat on the side of his bed, took the cream from him and began applying it to his back.

He closed his eyes and relaxed.

I applied it for about five minutes.

None of us spoke anything.

Finally, I asked,

“Is it okay?”

Father-in-law opened his eyes and looked at me,

“Its better, you can go now.”

I stood and began to walk toward the door.

Father-in-law tried to get off the bed.

All of a sudden, his leg got stuck in his tahmed, and he stumbled.

He gripped the bed’s headrest to support himself.

As he tried to keep his balance, his foot pulled his tahmed, and the loosely tied cloth fell off his waist.

I stared at him; my eyes went wide with horror.

Durgesh’s tahmed was lying near his feet.

He was standing beside his bed without a stitch of clothing on his body.

His uncircumcised mammoth Hindu manhood was sticking out of his dark crotch like a flag pole.

I was dumbfounded with shock.

I wanted to cry, but nothing came out of my mouth.

Durgesh immediately bent forward and picked his tahmed from the floor, and wrapped it around his waist.

His massive Uncut Hindu Cock  disappeared behind the thin cloth, but a big tent in front of his crotch remained.

I dashed out of his room, crossed the courtyard scurrying to my bedroom. Hurriedly locking the doors from inside, I slumped on my bed.

My whole Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was shivering violently.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my erratic breathing.

As I closed my eyes, the naked figure of my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ began dancing in front of my eyes.

Terrified, I forced my eyes open. When I got back to my senses, I tried to review the events.

I was confused.

The way it happened, it appeared almost natural.

I saw him stumble; I saw the way his tahmed got stuck in his foot and then slid off his waist.

But, he had an erection, a massive erection.

My face turned red just by thinking about it.

Did he plan it?

I could not decide.

I had no doubts that my father-in-law was still entertaining amorous thoughts about me.

It meant he had gone back to his old ways.

“He needs another rap on his knuckles.” I thought angrily.

I decided to confront him again.

I was about to open the door when I heard the sound of the telephone ringing. Before I could go out, father-in-law took the call.

He listened to the caller on the other side, then said, “Wait for me… I’ll be there soon.” I heard him go back to his room.

I remained inside my room waiting for him to return.

After a while, I heard his footsteps approaching and then stopping at the door.

“Close the door, I’m leaving.” He said, and then he was gone; no mention of the recent episode.

I came out of my room and closed the front door, went to the veranda, pulled an easy chair, and slumped on it.

My mind was in turmoil.

I contemplated how to stop his evil advances.

Should I tell everything to Muħammad Ålī, or should I talk with father-in-law again and warn him again?

I was in great dilemma.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy for me to convince Muħammad Ålī that his Hindu ‘father’ was sexually interested in me.

He won’t believe me.

No one would believe such an allegation.

His Hindu ‘father’ was a well respected man in the society.

After much deliberation, I decided that I would confront the old Hindu man again.

I would give him a final warning.

He must stop his perverted ways; otherwise, I would have no other choice than to report it to his son.

I hoped that my threat would work this time as it had worked last time.

The old man would never like to face his son.

I waited for him, but he didn’t return. At three, my daughters came back from school and I got busy with them.

Father-in-law returned at eight in the evening along with Muħammad Ålī.

It appeared that there were some urgent work at the shop, and therefore, Muħammad Ålī had asked for his help.

I cooked and served dinner.

We all sat at the dining table and ate. Repeatedly, I found father-in-law staring at me.

My face was flushed, and I could not meet his leering Hindu eyes.

At night, I was restless.

I was shocked of what had happened in the morning; I even felt disgusted. However, watching a naked Hindu man had aroused me.

That night, I desperately needed Muħammad Ålī; I wanted him to take me in his arms, strip me and fuck me hard.

I suddenly realized that he hadn’t fucked me for quite some time.

I wanted to snuggle into his body just to make sure that I was protected.

But, he was tired and completely oblivious of my state.

He slept immediately.

I tried to sleep, but sleep eluded me.

Every time I closed my eyes, the whole scene began playing like a movie in my mind: father-in-law’s tahmed falling off his waist and his throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock  suddenly getting exposed.

A hot blooded mammoth rod with a bloated uncircumcised head.

Why was he so interested in me, a Ammījān of five?

A man of his status could easily get a bride, and nobody would raise an eyebrow. In a society where a man is always considered young, he could marry a girl even younger than his own daughter, then why me?

Did he find me attractive?

I closed my eyes again, and as it happened before, his naked thick Uncut Hindu Cock  appeared before my eyes.

I felt a mild tremor running through my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

Dampness began to seep between my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Musalmān pussy  lips. Shocked, I opened my eyes.

My heart was beating fast.

I could even hear it.

I cursed myself for the sudden lustful thought that crept through my mind.

I stared into the darkness unsure about what would happen the next day.

My mind was so occupied with my encounter with my Hindu ‘father-in-law’ that I never realized when I drifted to sleep.

Chpater 5

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9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


The Punishment to my enemy:3

The Punishment to my enemy

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Umm Kulsoom,  Muħammad Ħasan’s another daughter: was extremely beautiful.

Umm Kulsoom’s Ammī had  also left her father Muħammad Ħasan, joined my bed, and started to live with me openly  when Umm Kulsoom was only 10 years old.

Therefore, she also came to my household

with her Ammī, Naåeemah Sultān.

It happened so that we only had each other for company at home while the home was full of more than thousands of persons.

Over the years our relation with each other was getting more and more intimate.

As a child, Umm Kulsoom was used to sleeping with me in bed and cuddling up close to me.

She was very much pampered.

I had never objected to any of her needs in life.

I also used to bathe her personally till she was 16.

Even after the age of 16 she still wanted me to continue bathing her but I advised her that she was now a grown up Saůūdī Årab Muslimā girl and she should learn to do her own things.

While I still used to bathe her personally, I remember I used to find her beautiful slim tender body quite sensual, especially the way she used to move with such a horny attitude.

I tried to avoid any misconduct thinking that she was only a child.

But later things between her and me became unavoidable.

Her behaviour in bed, with me, made me suspicious.

She used to cuddle me up as usual but at the age of 18 it was definitely not the same innocent feeling.

Umm Kulsoom’s well-developed Musalmān breasts  used to get crushed against my hard hairy chest which gave me an orgasm.

Although I tried to hide my sexual attraction towards her, I could not avoid the erection in my underwear.

I guess she had sensed that.

Because on couple of occasions when I got up in the morning I used to find my paajama untied and pulled down way below thighs and with Uncut Hindu Dick spearing towards the ceiling.

I found all this very embarrassing, but kept quiet.

Obviously, Umm Kulsoom was playing, kissing, licking, and sucking my Hindu Penis when  I was asleep.

She called me ‘Dad’, but did not regard me so.

I was, actually, her dream man.

I doubted, Umm Kulsoom was also fucking and sodomizing with me, like .

The next few days I could not concentrate on anything anywhere, due to the curiosity with Umm Kulsoom’s unusual behaviour.

She was 20 by then and whenever I said that one day she will have to marry and leave me and go, she rejected the idea of marriage telling me that she never wanted to marry and that I am the only man in her life.

Right from early childhood, she had always said,

“I love you, Daddy!”.

But this statement of hers seemed to have a different meaning now that she was 20.

In the nights, her beautiful Muslim female face would come very close to mine, occasionally kissing me, and even her hands would move to all my parts of body which I had tried to think she did unconsciously.

Many times even after her bath she used to walk out of the bathroom in just the bra and panty.

I felt very embarrassed, guilty somewhat, with my Uncut Hindu Dick hardening inside, secretly.

Then one night I wanted to clear my curiosity.

I was also used to cuddling up Umm Kulsoom in bed.

So I gently rubbed my hands on her back.

Apparently she was not wearing any bra.

Her nightgown had risen far above her smooth thighs already.

so I slowly pulled it up further till the armpits leaving all her vital parts uncovered.

Although there was no bra, she was still wearing a panty.

To my surprise, Umm Kulsoom expressed discomfort with the panty and she herself pulled it down and put it aside.

Later she removed the nightgown as well.

Ever since she had grown up to be a big Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl this was the first time I saw my Musalmān enemy’s daughter Umm Kulsoom’s totally bare naked Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

Muhammad Hasan did not care a damn when any of his wives joined my bed.

He felt embarrassed somewhat when some of his sisters did the same.

And he was furious if it were one of his daughters.

He loved his daughters most, obviously.

My wife, Saiyada Fatimah PhD and Khadeejah Muhammad, therefore, wanted his each and every daughter my ardent sex partner, irrespective of their age.

Her nude figure looked very erotic shining in the dim night light.

I was still hesitating to make any moves to avoid embarrassment.

But Umm Kulsoom took the initiative to place her lips on my neck and gently kissing me all over.

Her eyes were still closed as if in deep sleep.

I was sure she was not in sleep when her hands removed my pyjama and kurta fully.

Her right thigh was pressed deeply against my groin feeling the hardness in my underwear.

Gradually her leg was well over my hips having me trapped.

Later her hands actually removed my underwear too.

I could not bear the embarrassment so I got up and scolded her to ask her what she was doing.

She looked at me naïvely saying that after all we only had each other to live with in life.

She also pointed that she knew my needs were so high they are still unfulfilled.

She got a bit emotional and started crying saying that she never wanted to leave me and go.

She kept on reminding me that I am the only man in her life.

Since I had never objected any of her demands, I also could not refuse this.

With great difficulty I accepted her in my arms and kissed her passionately for the first time.

She lay me down in bed and confidently mounted on top of me, wildly rubbing my chest and shoulders with her soft warm hands.

Then she was kissing me from top to bottom.

Umm Kulsoom pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick in all directions arousing it to the maximum.

Then she raised herself up spreading her Musalmān Pussy lips, placing them firmly on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

She rubbed it gently at first.

The heat was building up in both of us as I also rubbed her soft tender flesh with my rigid masculine hands.

She was enjoying the sensation of a hard Hindu male hand caressing her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tenderness.

Her soothing sensations drove me mad with passion.

I could not control my emotions any more.

I jumped up and pressed Umm Kulsoom hard on the bed trapped in my strong grip.

Her massive balls were bursting up each time she gasped to breathe in and out.

I kissed her nipples as I cried in an outburst of emotions.

Suddenly her gentle hands were caressing me.

I couldn’t believe my old Musalmān enemy’s own daughter was behaving like it.

she cajoled me in her lap pulling my mouth closest to her Musalmān Pussy and encouraging me to kiss it to my heart’s content.

Meanwhile her hands were busy rubbing and further hardening my already erect huge Hindu rod.

She sat on the Uncut Hindu Dick rubbing her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass smoothly.

Then she parted her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān asshole inviting my Uncut Hindu Dick inside very comfortably.

She was so smooth and confident in her actions that I wondered if she had sex with me earlier, maybe when I was sleeping.

But I didn’t want to disturb the hot current affair with all those queries.

I could leave them for later.

For now she was mine, all mine.

I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick hard into her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān asshole pushing it deeper and deeper gradually.

Our skin was burning with the rising temperatures of our body.

Umm Kulsoom was desperate to have her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy attacked.

She immediately turned over, again laying me flat in the bed, mounted over me and quickly pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick into her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy a little bit leaving the rest of the insertion as my privilege.

I raised my hips from the surface of the bed to push the Uncut Hindu Dick deeper into Umm Kulsoom’s tender lower lips.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy was soft as petals of a budding rose flower.

I pulled the rest of her body pressing deep into my chest as my mouth feasted on her juicy fleshes.

As my Uncut Hindu Dick explored the depths of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, my teeth were growing wild on her sweet tender flesh, biting and chewing it mercilessly.

In some parts I realized I chewed so much that there was nominal bleeding and swelling which we only realized next morning.

After that night we had forgotten to wear any clothes whatsoever in bed.

We even freely walked in and out of bathroom naked and enjoyed feasting on each other’s eroticism.

Often Umm Kulsoom or I jumped and attacked each other like wild cats upon prey and savoured every delicious inch in detail. Our sexual relationship has lasted for more than ten years but she still doesn’t want to think of another man.

My Musalmān enemy’s daughter remains solely mine as a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān sex goddess for my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Let’s hear what she has to say about it:

I’m Umm Kulsoom.

Soon after my Hindu Dad, of course not my real dad;  emptied his Uncut Hindu Cock load in my wet and steamy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, we straight went to dad’s bed room all naked.

Dad was real happy at this accidental discovery of a young and tight Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy of his Musalmān enemy’s daughter who was willing to take his Hindu meat loaf deep down her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān love hole and was continuously thumping my Musalmān ass while going upstairs.

“Your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy is too deep and fluffy doll, you  must have got a long and fatty Uncut Hindu Dick.” Durgesh daddy asked me while smiling wickedly.

“No dad, I do have a number of Hindu boyfriends but I don’t let them ride on my Musalmān Pussy. You are the only man in my sex life and you’d remain the only one, Your Uncut Hindu Penis is more than enough for your Musalmān enemy’s daughter, Umm Kulsoom.” I replied with a cheeky smile at my face.

“Did you lose your virginity by masturbation?” he further asked.

“No dad, I am not sex starved and don’t need to masturbate” I replied.

Dad had wrinkles at his forehead as he didn’t understand the reason of me losing my virginity.

I didn’t have the courage to tell dad about the secret that was going on under the roof of his heavenly home.

But since dad had already tasted and entered my Musalmān Pussy and was looking for many more rounds of fucking my Musalmān Pussy and giving his plump Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth, I mustered some courage,

“Dad, in fact Ammījān and me…” I was still thinking of how to explain, when dad interrupted me with surprise.

“What? Your Ammījān is not a lesbian; neither are you, I suppose.”

“No Dad, we are not lesbians. In fact, Ammījān started it with my real dad, your arch enemy. “

“Oh, oh!”

“She caught him masturbating in his bed room while watching your videos with us. You haven’t left any of his wives  for him. What else could he do? And….and… one day, I caught both of them when he was licking Ammījān’s Musalmān Pussy in his bed room. You don’t do it. So Ammījān allows him to do it, at least. By then we had reached dad’s bed room and he was fully turned on and started kneading her Musalmān breasts  ferociously.”

“What happened then, my arch Muslim enemy’s sweet Muslim daughter?” he asked while rubbing the shining head of his Uncut Hindu Cock with my thighs and pressing my big melons.

So I continued narrating,

“That night at about 1.00 AM, I went down to kitchen to drink water. I was stark naked, as I like sleeping without wearing any thing, not even a bra and panties. While coming back I heard some moans from his room. I thought he might be masturbating in his bed. Just to confirm it, I peeped in his room and found it unlocked. I was surprised to see that he was on his knees and that Ammījān was riding on his back with a dildo on her waist and into his Muslim ass.”

“Oh!” he smiled, “Muhammad Hasan deserves it.”

I laughed winking at him,

” Her busty ass was hopping horizontally, giving a perfect sliding motion into his Muslim ass. Her round melons were jumping and swaying, creating stirs down my spine.”

I continued telling what happened next while watching my Hindu ‘dad’(?), Durgesh;  swindling my Musalmān Pussy with his Hindu Penis and kissing me on my  Musalmān lips.

“ They were moaning and crying loudly thinking I was fast asleep. This turned me on and I started fiddling my Musalmān Pussy lips. Soon my moans also became louder and with my ass banging the door, they got distracted. Seeing me at the door, they were initially stunned and frightened. But, by then I too had turned on and they saw me rubbing my wet Musalmān Pussy and watching my Ammi’s huge dildo with lust.” I kept talking to dad without a pause.

“What next?” he asked while kneading and pressing my thighs against his rock hard meat and kissing my half inches long erected nipples. Dad too had got horny and wanted me to continue.

“Ammījān understood my lust for her dildo and gave me a smile. Since then we have joined together.”

I reclined in the bed with my legs wide open in front of my dad with a cushion at my back so that I could watch dad fingering and smooching my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with his long Hindu Prick.

“Why did you people keep me away from this heavenly pleasure?” Dad asked me while inserting his Hindu Penis in my wet Musalmān Pussy and chewing my Musalmān Tits with his lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry dad, we were scared of you.” I replied.

“I knew your Ammījān likes to bang her Muslim husband, Muhammad Hasan; with big dildo.” dad said while adjusting his position between my legs.

He sniffed my Musalmān Pussy and lightly touched my swollen and hard Musalmān Clit with the tip of his Hindu Prick.

I moaned, opened my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy lips and pressed it against my dad’s Hindu Cock.

I smiled while taking dad’s hard Uncut Hindu Cock into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt .

“Did you have lust for me, my arch Muslim enemy’s sweet Muslim daughter?” dad asked.

“Yes dad, I enquired from Ammījān about the sensation she gets from your Uncut Hindu Dick and she said plenty.” I replied while pushing dad on his back and started eating his meatloaf passionately into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, “What about you dad” I asked.

“Yes baby, I always fantasized about your big and stiff Musalmān breasts  while making love with your Ammījān. I even once rubbed your bra and panties with my Uncut Hindu Dick in the laundry.” He replied while pulling my face towards his ball sack.

Soon we were in unison and I took the shining head of dad’s limp but plump Uncut Hindu Cock in my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Drops of dad’s pre cum Hindu juice were dribbling from the hole of his Uncut Hindu Dick into it.

And I  swallowed it.

It was amazingly tasty.

Soon we were fucking, licking and kissing each other.

After one hour, I could not hold any longer.

I felt my body squirm, butts stiffened and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy wriggled ,

“Oh, oh dad, I am exploding. I am cum-ing. ”.

I pressed my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy against dad’s loins and emptied my Musalmān Pussy load on his rock hard Hindu Penis.

Dad’s body also shuddered, but after two hours more,  and he pushed his ass down.

I entwined my legs around his waist.

He pressed his Uncut Hindu Cock in my Muslim Cunt deepest,and emptied his Uncut Hindu Cock load there.

I saw his Hindu balls twitching and his Uncut Hindu Dick jerking continuously oozing every drop of his Hindu love juice in my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān vaginal depths.

I tried to get every drop of his Hindu  love juice and since I was lying on my back under him; and his rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock was throbbing into me  like a pole, most of his sperms went  down my Muslim Cunt’s deepest parts.

I licked his shaft up to its base afterwards, and also rolled my tongue around his ball sack but still some of his precious juice dribbled down his ass crack and touched his anus hole.

I inserted my Muslim tongue  in his ass crack and removed some of his juice from his anus hole.

I licked it with my swirling Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tongue.

We kept kissing  each other until my Musalmān Clit again hardened and I could see dad’s limp Uncut Hindu Cock turning again in to a rock hard iron rod.

I lay at the bed with my face up and legs wide opened.

Dad held his Uncut Hindu Cock in his hand and guided its shining head towards my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy again.

Dad’s Uncut Hindu Dick slipped in my wet Musalmān Pussy easily and was soon buried again deep down my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān love tunnel.

He started pumping my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hard while I was rocking my thighs up and down in complete unison with his pumping movements.

I picked up my cell phone, switched on its speaker and dialed Ammījān’s number.

“Hello, Kulsoom baby, what is going on?”Ammijan asked.

Dad smiled when he heard Ammījān’s voice all of a sudden and he pushed his Uncut Hindu Cock deep into  my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I was amused to see few drops of sweat on his forehead and the colour of his face getting bright.

“I am okay Ammījān!” I replied.

“How is your dad, baby?” she asked.

“Ammījān! dad is fucking me hard”. I giggled and replied.

“Whaat, what did you say?’ dad is fucking you hard?” Ammījān asked with a pleasant surprise.

“Yes Ammījān!  he is getting harder hearing  your voice and has pushed his hard Uncut Hindu Cock deep into my wet Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. His Uncut Hindu Cock has turned rock hard.” I added while giggling.

“Oh baby, so finally you have succeeded in making dad the member of this elite club!” Ammījān replied with pleasure and continued, “Tell your Hindu dad that I love him, and I want him to make passionate love with you.”

“Okay Ammījān, come back early and bring Abbu along with a big family love.” I said while pulling dad back towards my Musalmān Pussy.

“Okay baby and yes one thing more, take care of your dad till my return. Otherwise, he will once again fuck your aunt Sumaira in my absence.” she added and ended the call, leaving us in total surprise. We were surprised and shocked to know that Ammījān knew about dad fucking her younger sister Sumaira.

Is Sumaira aunt part of the greater game?

Dad’s Uncut Hindu Dick had again turned on and stiffened by listening to the last part of our conversation.

He inserted his Uncut Hindu Dick back in my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, this time like a wild boar and started fucking me as if I was a whore.

“You little rascal, I will cum again in your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.” dad grabbed my butts and growled.

He was fucking me very hard and I was also hopping my ass up and down.

Soon we reached our climax.

We clenched each other’s thighs and he came so intensely as if that was the first and last fucking of his life.

I felt his sperms sliding deep down the inner walls of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and entering my uterus.

I too squirted my love load around dad’s Uncut Hindu Cock very passionately.

Dad kept his Uncut Hindu Cock buried in my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and kept kneading my Musalmān Tits and eating my lips until he squirted once more in his enemy’s daughter’s newly discovered tight and hot Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. Till Ammījān’s return we kept sleeping together like husband and wife.

And when Ammījān came back alone, we started sleeping together on either side of dad.

Chapter 4

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


The Punishment to my enemy:2

The Punishment to my enemy

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

45 years old Durgesh was the perennial winner who had never failed at anything throughout his life.

Of course, it was Durgesh’s unique sexual prowess that he never failed.

Yes.

There was always somebody else to blame for his/her failure.

While Durgesh’s arch Musalmān enemy, Muħammad Ħasan; had even failed at being a husband.

He had married Zubédah Shareef shortly after being thrown out of the Navy, and from the very beginning he had abused her both mentally and physically.

It seems that while Muħammad Ħasan had a bad temper, he was also a coward. Since he didn’t have the guts to take out his aggressions on someone who might just kick his ass all over the room, he took it all out on Zubédah Shareef , and Zubédah Shareef , a compliant, mousy woman, took his mistreating.

She was convinced that while she didn’t love Muħammad Ħasan anymore, she should stay with him for the sake of the one bright spot in her life, their second daughter Asmah Muħammad .
Asmah Muħammad  was a happy, outgoing child, and an absolute joy to Zubédah Shareef .

She was also the one thing that could get Zubédah Shareef  to stand up to Durgesh.

While Zubédah Shareef  was willing to take Muħammad Ħasan ’s abuse herself, she protected Asmah Muħammad  with the determination of a Ammī lion protecting her cub.

As such, while Asmah Muħammad  realized that her father was far from perfect, she didn’t really comprehend just how bad Muħammad Ħasan could be.

That began changing in the summer of her nineteenth year when her Ammī left Muħammad Ħasan fo ever and started living openly with his bitterest Hindu enemy Durgesh.
For the next year, Asmah Muħammad  began noticing subtle changes in the way Durgesh acted towards her.

At first, it was just small things, little flashes of anger, which she attributed it to Durgesh’s anger over Zubédah Shareef ’s husband, her father, Muħammad Ħasan.

As time passed, however, Durgesh became more abusive, yelling at Asmah Muħammad  for little things, or sometimes for nothing at all.

Gradually, Asmah Muħammad  learned to try and avoid her new Hindu “father”(?) as much as possible.

She kept hoping that Durgesh would eventually adjust, and that things would then improve at home.

The fact was that Durgesh felt no anger at all.

It was simply that he had become accustomed to leaving Asmah Muħammad  alone because of Zubédah Shareef ’s protection of the young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl.

Now, with that buffer suddenly gone, Durgesh was slowly starting to react to Asmah Muħammad  as his nature dictated. Due to that, it had not been a good year at home for Asmah Muħammad .

Asmah Muħammad ’s life was different in University.

Now at the age of twenty Asmah Muħammad  doing graduation in university.

she was popular with her fellow classmates and involved in numerous extra- curricular activities.

Not only were the activities fun, but they gave her an excuse to stay late at school rather than go home.

She also found herself the object of more than one young Hindu man’s attention. This was understandable, as Asmah Muħammad  was a pretty Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girl, with long brown hair framing a heart shaped face.

She had lustrous brown eyes, a delicate nose and full, red lips and her attractive sexy figure 37-29-38.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was filling out nicely, and her participation in the girl’s soccer teams and women-swimming championship in such nice and sexy swimsuit kept her firm.

Her legs were long and shapely.

She stood five foot five inches tall and weighted one hundred and twelve pounds. She was friendly and had an easy going laugh that people liked.

Asmah Muħammad  would have no trouble finding dates for university functions.
In fact, she had accepted an invitation from Tribhuvan Sharma, a senior in her university who was in the Art Guild with her, to go to her very first university dance competition.

The dance was scheduled for next Saturday night, and Asmah Muħammad  was looking forward to the experience.

She had even bought a new white silk dress and a pair of white high heels for the occasion.

Saturday came and Asmah Muħammad  spent the day in a state of both anticipation and nervousness.

She was thrilled to be going to the dance, but the butterflies in her stomach just wouldn’t settle down.

She fixed and fixed again her hair through the afternoon.

She worked on her makeup until she had it just right.

Finally, a good hour before Tribhuvan Sharma was to pick her up, she put on her new dress and shoes.

The dress was sleeveless with thin spaghetti straps and a zipper up the back.

The skirt stopped two inches above Asmah Muħammad ’s knees.

With the high heels to accent her shapely legs, she looked beautiful.

Still nervous, she paced in her room, repeatedly glancing out the window until she saw Tribhuvan Sharma’s car pull into the driveway.

Grabbing her purse, she ran down stairs just as she heard the knock on the front door.

” Hi.” Asmah Muħammad  smiled at Tribhuvan Sharma as she opened the door.

” Hi yourself.” he smiled back, ” Gee, you look really beautiful, Asmah Muħammad!”

She blushed at the compliment,

” Well, I guess I’m ready if you are.” she said.

Durgesh had been in one of his moods all day, and she really didn’t want to introduce Tribhuvan Sharma to him.

Durgesh watched from the window as Tribhuvan Sharma walked with Asmah Muħammad  to his car.

Asmah Muħammad  was certainly growing up, he thought.

Turning into a real little lookers, she was.

Nice, firm Musalmān Tits, narrow waist, a good Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass and legs.

And now she was starting to date.

Wouldn’t be long till some young Hindu stud came along and popped her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cherry.

Durgesh walked to the living room and turned on the television.

Asmah Muħammad  had the most wonderful night of her life.

Tribhuvan Sharma had taken her to one of her favourite restaurants, for dinner before the dance.

When they arrived at university, they found the gym beautifully decorated, transforming the normally functional room into a romantic tropical island.

There were two really good bands and a DJ to provide the music.

Tribhuvan Sharma proved to be an excellent dancer and a charming companion, and Asmah Muħammad  wanted the night to go on forever.

Like every night, however, this one too had to end.

At eleven o’clock, the music ended and the lights came up, signalling that it was time for the teenagers to leave.

Tribhuvan Sharma, trying to prolong the evening as much as possible, took a longer route to Asmah Muħammad ’s house than was necessary, giving them more time to talk.

Asmah Muħammad  had no objections at all.

She had discovered that she really liked Tribhuvan Sharma, and hoped he would ask her out again.

Parking the car in Asmah Muħammad’s driveway, Tribhuvan Sharma climbed out of the driver’s side and walked around the car to open the passenger door for her.

Tribhuvan Sharma and Asmah Muħammad  held hands as he walked her to the front door of her house.

” I had a really great time, Tribhuvan Sharma.”

” So did I. Umm, maybe we could, uh, do something next week?” Tribhuvan Sharma asked nervously.

” I’d like that, Tribhuvan Sharma. Really!” Asmah Muħammad  was so happy that he had asked.

” Great! We can talk about it at college. Maybe take in a movie or something.”

” Sounds good to me.”

Tribhuvan Sharma took her face in his hands and gently kissed her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips,

” Good night, Asmah Muħammad .” he said when the kiss ended.

” Good night, Tribhuvan Sharma.” Asmah Muħammad  was nearly breathless.

Her entire Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body felt as if it were tingling.

Asmah Muħammad  opened the door and slipped into the house.

She was watching Tribhuvan Sharma walk down the sidewalk and climb into his car before closing the door.

She leaned against the door jamb for a Moment, smiling to herself in the darkened room.

Turning, she started towards the steps.

” Asmah Muħammad !”

She jumped as she turned towards the voice.

” Oh! Mydear and darling Hindu Daddy!” She said sarcastically, “ You startled me. I didn’t see you there!”

Durgesh stepped out of the darkened living room.

She could smell the nice fragrance of his Hindu body as he approached her.

” So how was the dance?” he asked.

” It was nice, but it really took it out of me. I think I’ll just go to bed.” She began moving towards the steps as she said it.

Her new Hindu “father”(?)had scared her.

” What’s the hurry? Isn’t got time for your old Hindu man?” Durgesh grumbled as he grabbed Asmah Muħammad  by the arm.

” No hurry. It’s only…I mean….I’m just tired, that’s all. I want to….go to sleep.” Asmah Muħammad  stammered.

Durgesh was beginning to scare her.

” Not yet, sweetheart. Not till you’ve danced with the old Hindu man.”

” But, Daddy, I-I’m really tired.”

” You can dance with some young punk, you can dance with me!” Durgesh pulled Asmah Muħammad  roughly to him. With both of his arms under hers and wrapped around her, he crushed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body against his and began swaying to music that only he could hear. Slowly, Durgesh danced with his arch Musalmān enemy’s daughter around the living room, holding her tightly against himself.

” Daddy! STOP it! Don’t DO that!” Asmah Muħammad  couldn’t believe it when Durgesh began licking and kissing her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān neck.

She squirmed in my arms, but I was bigger and stronger than she was.

I continued moving her around the floor, continued nuzzling her neck.

” DADDY! What are you DOING?” Asmah Muħammad ’s body jerked as I moved one hand to her beautiful gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass and began squeezing. ” Stop it! Please STOP it!”

I pulled my head back and looked my  arch Musalmān enemy’s Musalmān daughter in her eyes.

The look on my face terrified Asmah Muħammad .

She had never seen me look so…so…DANGEROUS!

” Stop it? STOP it? Who do you think you’re talking too? I’m your Ammī’s new fucker, and you DON’T tell me what the fuck to do!”

Before she could react, I moved my hands up her back, grasping her dress on either side of the zipper.

With one vicious move, I broke the zipper and tore the back of Asmah Muħammad ’s dress open, snapping both spaghetti straps as I did.

” DADDY!” Asmah Muħammad  screamed, her eyes bulging as she grabbed the top of her dress with both hands to keep it from falling and exposing her Musalmān breasts .

Squeezing her to me, I grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back. Clamping my mouth to hers, I forced his Hindu tongue between her crison Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips.

“Sālī! I’m not your father, neither you think I am. You still love that beast Muħammad Ħasan, who tried his best to assassinate my wife Saiyadā Fātimah PhD and me.”

Asmah Muħammad  tried in vain to break free as my Hindu tongue darted around inside her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and my hand rubbed and squeezed her beautiful gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

” Let me GO!” Asmah Muħammad  screamed as she began hitting me with both fists.

I grabbed her by the wrists and forced her arms down and behind her.

The top of Asmah Muħammad’s dress fell, exposing her bare Musalmān breasts  to her new Hindu “father”(?).

Only the belt around her waist kept the dress from dropping to the floor.

” Leave me ALONE! Please, Daddy, PLEASE leave me alone!” Asmah Muħammad  was crying, the tears rolling down her face as I forced her onto her back on the floor.

Asmah Muħammad ’s right arm was now pinned underneath me, while I continued holding her left arm behind her back with my left hand.

My Hindu tongue was licking her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān neck and upper chest, slowly moving towards her Musalmān breasts  as my free right hand began pulling the hem of her dress up, bunching it around her waist and exposing her lower Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, now covered only by her panties and pantyhose.

” Allah, Daddy, PLEASE stop! You can’t DO this!” Asmah Muħammad  struggled helplessly as I kissed one of her Musalmān breasts , my tongue darting around the nipple.

She felt my right Hindu hand rubbing and squeezing her nylon encased left Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thigh.

She felt my hand work it’s way slowly up her thigh, felt it rubbing her stomach and then felt it travel down the right thigh, still rubbing and squeezing as it went.

Asmah Muħammad  tried twisting her body away, but it was no use.

” Oh, no! Oh please NO!” Asmah Muħammad  sobbed as I forced my hand between her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān legs and began groping her  Musalmān Vagina  through the material of her pantyhose.

I moaned in pleasure as I continued assaulting my arch Musalmān enemy’s daughter’s firm young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body with my mouth and hand.

She felt so damned GOOD!

I moved up, laying on Asmah Muħammad ’s naked chest and pinning her down as I licked her Musalmān neck and ear.

Asmah Muħammad  felt the Hindu hand at her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān crotch begin to pull and twist at the material of her pantyhose, trying to rip them open.

” Allah! NO! You can’t DO this. Please, Daddy, PLEASE DON’T” Asmah Muħammad  begged as she felt the crotch of her pantyhose tear open.

I continued chewing on her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān neck and moaning as I pushed the crotch of her panties aside and began rubbing my Uncut Hindu Penis between the lips of her  Musalmān Vagina .

” Daddy! You’re HURTING me. Please stop! It HURTS!” Asmah Muħammad  cried out as I began forcing my Uncut Hindu Penis up inside her dry  Musalmān Vagina .

” It’s okay, baby!” I muttered, ” It’s okay. If I’m your Daddy, the Hindu Daddy’s going to teach his Musalmān baby to be a Musalmān woman! Hindu Daddy will make you his Musalmān wife today. “

Fear tore through Asmah Muħammad  as she realized for the first time that I wasn’t going to stop, that I was planning to use her sexually.

After all she was my arch Musalmān enemy’s Musalmān daughter, still loyal to her Musalmān father.

Asmah Muħammad  felt sick to her stomach.

This couldn’t be happening to her.

Her own father, not real, nevertheless he fucks her Ammīs now;  COULDN’T be doing this to her!

” Allah, Daddy, p-please st-stop! I d-don’t want to d-do this!” Asmah Muħammad  pleaded through her tears as I moved my Uncut Hindu Penis in and out of her.

She felt her  Musalmān Vagina  becoming moist from the movement inside it, and was ashamed that her young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body should be responding to this Hindu assault.

” No! D-Don’t! Daddy, pleammuuppphhhh.” she was cut off as I again forced my Hindu tongue into her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

She felt me pull my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her and shift position, moving on top of her.

She tried to hold her legs together, but I forced them apart with my knees.

I was grinding my Hindu crotch against hers as my free Hindu hand moved to her Musalmān breasts , kneading them roughly as my Hindu tongue continued dancing in her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Asmah Muħammad  was twisting her body and pushing against the floor with her high heels in an attempt to free herself.

She tried bucking me off, but I was too big, too heavy.

” Mmmmrrrrrrggggg.” Asmah Muħammad  groaned around my tongue as she felt me move my hand between them.

Her panic began to rise as she felt me fumbling with the catch of my trousers.

She heard my zipper being pulled down as I continued shoving my Hindu tongue deep into her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I dropped my hnmouth to Asmah Muħammad ’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and began kissing as I pushed the crotch of her panties aside and began rubbing the head of my Uncut Hindu Penis between the lips of her  Musalmān Vagina .

She had never been so afraid in her life.

Her entire Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was trembling.

Asmah Muħammad  could hear the blood pounding in her ears as her heart raced.

She felt the fear twisting her stomach into knots as I continued rubbing myself up and down the entrance to her  Musalmān Vagina .

She was about to lose her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān virginity to HER OWN FATHER’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, and there was nothing she could do about it!

The realization hit her that her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY was going to RAPE her!

” Allah! don’t!

Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  PLEASE don’t!” Asmah Muħammad  cried out as she felt me begin to force myself up inside of her.

She felt my blood engorged Hindu member spreading the entrance to her  Musalmān Vagina  as it moved deeper into her.

” No! Please NO! Get OUT of me! Don’t DO this!” Asmah Muħammad  felt the tears rolling down her face as I moved on top of her, forcing myself a little deeper into her with each Hindu thrust.

I was moaning in her ear as I continued rocking on her, continued moving in and out of her.

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, Asmah Muħammad ! You’re so TIGHT! Oh you feel so GOOD.” I groaned in my ARCH Musalmān   ENEMY’s daughter’s ear as I moved deeper into her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis come up against Asmah Muħammad ’s unbroken Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hymen, and KNEW that I was her first.

Asmah Muħammad  felt me moving deeper into her, felt the pain as I stretched her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān insides with each inward Hindu thrust.

She felt me hit her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hymen, felt the pain as I pressed against it.

” NO! Stop it! Daddy, PLEASE stop it! I don’t want to DO this! Get OUT of me! Oh please GET OUT OF ME!” Asmah Muħammad  screamed in desperation as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY pulled back, preparing for the final assault on her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān virginity.

” Don’t! Please DON’T! You’re HURTING me! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  NO! It HURTS! Daddy PLEASE don’t! NO! NO! OHHNOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Asmah Muħammad ’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body snapped taut and she screamed in pain as I drove myself completely into her, brutally tearing through her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hymen and shattering my arch Musalmān enemy’s Musalmān daughter’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān virginity.

Asmah Muħammad  was sobbing uncontrollably.

her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was trembling in fear and frustration as I buried my Uncut Hindu Penis deeply inside her and began slowly rocking back and forth on top of her.

” Oh, baby, you feel so good!” I murmured as I lifted up and gazed into my arch Musalmān enemy’s daughter’s tear stained face, ” You feel so damned good!”

” Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  Daddy! Please stop! Please get out of me! It hurts so bad!” Asmah Muħammad  stammered through her tears.

” It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’ll get used to it. You’re going to learn to your new Hindu Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Dick, baby!” I told her ironically as I slowly moved my stiffened Hindu member inside her.

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, I loved the way her hot, tight Musalmān Pussy felt as my Hindu meat stretched her open.

She fit so tightly around me that it felt like her Musalmān Pussy was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Dick.

I began stroking myself in her, pulling slowly out of her before pushing myself all the way back into her.

I didn’t care about the grimace of pain that appeared on her face each time I drove into her.

” Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh!” Asmah Muħammad  whimpered each time I thrust into her, impaling her on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Dick.

She felt as if I was tearing her open, ripping her insides apart,

” Uhhh…uhhh…D-daddy…uhhh…p-please….uhhh…n-no more!…uhhh…uhhh…P-please!”

I put my hands on each side of her face as I began kissing her again.

I was shoving my Hindu tongue so far into her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth that I was causing her to gag.

With her arms now free, Asmah Muħammad  tried pushing me off of her, but it was no use.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body was squirming underneath mine, her legs pushing and kicking as she tried to dismount me.

Still I kept her crushed to the floor as my Hindu body ground against hers.

” Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh! Oh, p-please, Daddy!” Asmah Muħammad  begged as I again dropped my mouth to her breasts, ” Please …uhhh… leave me …uhhh… alone. …uhhh… P-please …uhhh…stop h-hurting me! …uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! …uhhh… PLEASE leave me ALONE!”
Asmah Muħammad  felt the sweat beginning to bead on her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body as the Hindu assault continued.

She was still fighting, twisting her body, pushing with her legs and arms in an attempt to get her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY’s  Uncut Hindu Penis out of her.

Her own exertions, combined with the exertions the rape was forcing on her, were rapidly bringing her to the point of exhaustion.

Still her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY used her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, driving into her over and over.

She could hear me panting and moaning in her ear as I continued raping her.

My Hindu hands were all over her, squeezing her Musalmān breasts , rubbing her Musalmān thighs, groping her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

My Hindu tongue played over her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān nipples, licked her Musalmān breasts  and chest, moving across her neck and face.

” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! …uhhh… No more! …uhhh…uhhh… I c-can’t t-take anymore! …uhhh… P- please, Daddy, p-please stop! …uhhh… St-stop h-hurting me! …uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! !”

I was becoming more and more excited.

Asmah Muħammad  moaned in pain as I began driving into her at an ever more frenzied Hindu pace.

She felt my Uncut Hindu Penis swelling inside her even more than it had been as my degenerate Hindu passion increased.

My Hindu penetration of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body became even deeper as my Hindu meat grew larger as I approached orgasm.

The trembling in her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body increased as I relentlessly pounded into her.

Suddenly, a new terror filled Asmah Muħammad  as, for the first time, the thought of pregnancy slammed full force into her consciousness.

Asmah Muħammad  began fighting even harder with the new terror.

Pushing against my chest, digging her high heels into the carpet for leverage, twisting her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body under mine in an attempt to dislodge my Uncut Hindu Penis from her before I could ejaculate inside of her.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ! …uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  Daddy! …uhhh…uhhh… Please! PLEASE don’t cum inside me!” Asmah Muħammad  pleaded with her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, “Uhhh…uhhh… PLEASE don’t! …uhhh… cum inside me! …uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  ! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  Daddy PLEASE don’t! PLEASE DON’T!”

I was becoming more and more excited, causing me to drive into Asmah Muħammad  with ever increasing Hindu ferocity.

My balls were so swollen with my Hindu sperm that they were sore.

I could feel the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick becoming ever more sensitive as it drove in and out of Asmah Muħammad .
Asmah Muħammad  felt my Uncut Hindu Dick pounding into her as I moaned in her ear.

She could feel me swelling and stiffening even further inside her, could feel the swollen veins running the length of my Hindu meat as it moved inside her.

She fought with every ounce of strength she could muster to try and get me out of her.

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā !” I groaned as Ifelt my balls begin to tighten.

” No Daddy! Please NO!” Asmah Muħammad  pleaded as she felt my Uncut Hindu Dick begin to throb inside her, ” Don’t cum in me! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  PLEASE don’t cum in me! Oh please no! NO! DON’T! DADDY NO! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!” Asmah Muħammad  cried out as she felt the first wave of my Hindu cum shoot into her.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Dick twitching and throbbing as I shot wave after wave of thick, hot Hindu liquid deep inside her trembling Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

She could feel the heat spreading through her as my Hindu load flooded her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān insides.

I kept driving into her, over and over until I had milked every drop of my Hindu cum from my balls.

With a final groan, I collapsed on top of my arch Musalmān enmy’s beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān young daughter.

Asmah Muħammad  lay sobbing on the floor, her dress bunched around her waist, her pantyhose torn open, and her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY laying on top of her, moaning out his Hindu pleasure.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Dick slowly softening inside her as the tears rolled down the sides of her face and into her sweat matted hair.

Finally, I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of my arch Musalmān enemy’s battered Saůūdī Årab Musalmān beautiful daughter and stood up.

Asmah Muħammad  lay on the floor feeling the mixture of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān blood and my Hindu cum running down the crack of her ass as it started leaking out of her.

I fastened my trousers and stepped to the end table.

Asmah Muħammad was still laying on the floor and crying.

I watched as she pulled the top of her torn dress up to cover her Musalmān breasts , and then slowly sat up.

Holding the top of her dress in place with one hand, she pushed the hem down with the other, covering herself as best she could.

She sat on the floor crying for several minutes before, with great effort, she got to her feet.

Never taking her eyes off the floor, Asmah Muħammad  started for the stairs when I grabbed her by the arm.

” This is between us, Asmah Muħammad . Understand that. You tell anybody, you won’t live long enough to regret it. You understand?”

” I understand.” Asmah Muħammad  muttered, and I released her arm.

Going to her room, Asmah Muħammad  collapsed on the bed and cried into her pillow for nearly half an hour.

Finally, she removed her ruined clothing, put on her robe, and went to the bathroom where she spent nearly two hours in a shower as hot as she could stand. Returning to her room, she put on a pink nylon nightgown and crawled into bed where she cried herself to sleep.

Asmah Muħammad  wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep when she was suddenly awakened.

She realized that it was the covers being pulled off of her that had woken her, and she gasped as she felt me crawl into bed next to her.

” Hello, baby.” I murmured as I lay partially on Asmah Muħammad  and put my arms around her, ” Ready for your next lesson?”

Asmah Muħammad  realized with a shock that I was naked.

” Oh, no. Not again. Please, Daddy, not again!” Asmah Muħammad  whimpered as I began feeling her Musalmān breasts . Her tears began streaking her face as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY started kissing her and rubbing his hands over her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

She felt me pull the hem of her nightgown above her waist and then start to push her panties down.

This couldn’t be happening again, she thought as I removed her panties.

It just couldn’t be.

” Please, Daddy, please don’t. Oh, Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!   please don’t.” she begged as I climbed on top of her and forced her legs apart.

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned as she felt my Uncut Hindu Dick forcing it’s way up inside her.

She heard her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY sigh as I buried myself completely in her young beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body. Asmah Muħammad  cried quietly as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY slowly stroked his Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of her.

She felt my hands roaming all over her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

She could taste the fragrant Hindutv when I forced my Hindu tongue into her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Asmah Muħammad  could watch the minutes crawl by on the lighted face of the digital clock on her nightstand.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

How long was it going to last? How much more could she stand?

” Please, Daddy. …uhhh…uhhh… Please stop. …uhhh…uhhh… Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!   PLEASE stop!” Asmah Muħammad  whimpered in pain as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY pumped himself inside her.

She was still hurting from the first rape, so this second Hindu assault was agonizing to her. ” Uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!   it h-hurts! …uhhh…uhhh… It hurts so bad! …uhhh…uhhh… Please! Please no more!” .

” Aw, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re sore down there, aren’t you?” I told her as I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her.

Asmah Muħammad  moaned in relief as she felt me withdraw from her.

Having me inside her had been incredibly painful.

” Just roll over, sweetheart, and we’ll do something different so we won’t hurt your poor little Musalmān Pussy.”

Asmah Muħammad  felt the fear twist at her insides as she realized what I intended to do.

” NO! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  NO! You CAN’T do that! You just CAN’T!” Asmah Muħammad  screamed as I grabbed her arm and began forcing her to roll over.

She fought as hard as she could, but she was no match for her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY.

Twisting one of her arms up behind her back, I forced her onto her stomach and used my knees to pry her legs apart.

I dropped onto her back, using my weight to pin her to the bed.
” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!   NO!” Asmah Muħammad  cried. ” Don’t DO this! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  ! OWWWW!” Asmah Muħammad ’s eyes squeezed shut and her brow furrowed in pain as I forced the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick into her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

The pain was incredible!

” Don’t! PLEASE don’t! It’s too BIG! AHHHH! AHHHH! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  it HURTS!” she screamed as she squirmed underneath her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, trying to escape from the Uncut Hindu Dick that was penetrating her more deeply with every Hindu thrust.

I would begin withdrawing my Uncut Hindu Dick from her and then thrust in, withdraw and thrust in, each time driving a little farther into her super tight Saůūdī Årab Musalmān anal passage.

Over and over I pounded into her, ignoring her screams of pain.
” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  ! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  ! PLEASE stop! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  ! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Asmah Muħammad  arched her back and her head snapped back as I finally overcame the resistance of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body and drove the full length of my Uncut Hindu Dick deep into her bowels.

The intense pain tore through to the very center of her being, and Asmah Muħammad  thought that she would surely die.

” Goddamn does that feel good!” I groaned into her ear. ” Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!  you have a good Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass, baby!”

Asmah Muħammad  buried her face in her pillow while I buried my Uncut Hindu Dick in her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

She felt as if she were being ripped in two as I repeatedly and viciously drove into her.

The pain was even worse than the first time I had raped her.

She ground her teeth together and moaned in pain as her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY brutally violated her.
” Nnnuuuhhh…nnnuuuhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  ! …ooohhhhh… P-please st-STOP! …nnnuuuhhh… I can’t t-TAKE it …nnnuuuhhh… anymore! …nnnuuuhhh… D-Daddy, PLEASE!”

I ignored my arch Musalmān nemy’s  Musalmān daughter’s pleas and continued plowing into her as fast and as hard as I could.

I loved feeling her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān tightness around my Hindu meat.

I loved feeling her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body squirm under mine.

I loved hearing her beg and scream. Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, she felt so fucking good!
” Uhhh…uhhh… N-no m-more! …uhhh…uhhh… oohhhhhh …uhhh… P-please, Daddy, please! …uhhh…uhhh… You’re h-hurting me! oohhhhhh …uhhh…uhhh…” she begged in vain.

She could feel me swelling inside her and knew that I was getting close.

My excitement was growing as I drove myself repeatedly into Asmah Muħammad ’s bowels.

She was so tight around me that it felt as if her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass was milking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

Icould feel the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick growing more sensitive as it moved deep inside Asmah Muħammad ’s firm, young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I began driving into her with an ever increasing Hindu frenzy.

” Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!   Daddy! …uhhh…uhhh… Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  it HURTS! oohhhhhh …uhhh…uhhh… Please st-stop! …uhhh…uhhh… Oh Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  PLEASE STOP!” Asmah Muħammad  screamed in pain as I reamed out her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān asshole. ” Oh no! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  PLEASE no! Ahh…ahh… ooooohhhhhhhhhuuuu!” Asmah Muħammad  moaned as she felt me shooting my Hindu load deep inside her, felt the heat of my Hindu cum spreading through her bowels.

I was still pounding into her, milking every bit of my Hindu cum from my balls.

Asmah Muħammad  heard me groan in my Hindu pleasure as I began slowing my pace.

Finally, I quit moving and collapsed on her back.

Asmah Muħammad  lay there, crying quietly as she felt the Uncut Hindu Dick in her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass slowly softening.

” You’ve got a really great Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass, baby.” I murmured as I kissed her on the ear.

With a grunt, I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her brutalized Saůūdī Årab Musalmān rectum and climbed off the bed.

Asmah Muħammad  buried her face in her pillow and cried out her agony as I left her bedroom.

Why was this happening to her?

What had she done to deserve this?

Slowly, she crawled out of bed and, barely able to walk, made her way to the bathroom.

Asmah Muħammad  got very little sleep that night.

She planned to avoid her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY on Sunday by staying in her room.

Unfortunately for her, it didn’t work.

” Asmah Muħammad ! Asmah Muħammad , get down here and make breakfast!” I called up the stairs.

” I-I’m not hungry, Daddy.” she replied, hoping that he would drop it.

” Well I AM hungry, so get down here and start hustling!”

Asmah Muħammad  knew better than to push too far.

Maybe she could make her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY breakfast, and then get back to her room before he finished eating.

She put on a pair of old jeans and a sweat shirt before going down stairs, not wanting to give her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY any encouragement.

I sat at the kitchen table while Asmah Muħammad  made bacon, eggs and toast.

Putting the plate in front of her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, she turned to leave the kitchen.

” Sit down.” I told her.

” B-but I was going to…”

” I said sit down. I don’t like eating alone.”

Asmah Muħammad  sat down at the kitchen table and folded her hands in her lap, looking down at the floor.

What was her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY thinking?

What was he planning?

Asmah Muħammad  began shivering with fear.

I asked, ” How was last night?”

Asmah Muħammad managed to say,

” Dad I don’t want to talk about that.”

” We have no other option sweet-heart. Remember I cummed in you last night, soon you will going to be pregnant of my son, I will be a father soon , a father of a beautiful , handsome son, I know it will be a son.”

Asmah Muħammad  was feeling embrassed, she said,

” Please Daddy stop it.”

I blast with anger,

” What do you think I am talking? Am I talking stupid? I am telling the truth. You know what you taste just like your Ammī. That’s why I wanted you to be a Ammī, Ammī of my son. Uffff your beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body I can’t explain how it tasted. Now I will give your surprise.”

Suddenly door bell rang.

It’s Aijaz and Taufeeq uncle Durgesh ’s friends.

They came with some packets in their hands.
Aijaz smiled, ” Hello Asmah Muħammad! “
Asmah Muħammad managed to say,

” Hi Aijaz Uncle!”

Taufeeq gave those packets to me.

I gave one of those packet to Asmah Muħammad  and told her to wear that.

Asmah Muħammad  found a red shiffon jorjet saare there.

Durgesh asked her to get ready soon.

Asmah Muħammad said,

” Daddy I am not feeling well.”

I was angry,

” How many times I have to tell you to do what I want? Do you think I am joking? Now wear this saare at once, and listen I am going to marry you today. Your Aijaz and Taufeeq uncle have come to give witness in court. Now get ready and be prepared. I don’t want any further interruption later on, mind it.”

Asmah Muħammad was  now really terrified.

She was thinking how she will face her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY as her husband.

What will she tell to her friends?

But she had no other option.

I could become more dangerous, if she refused.

now it could cost her lot.

So she silently went inside to get ready.

While getting ready Asmah Muħammad  heard Her dad’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY, Aijaz and Taufeeq uncle talking about last night incident.

Aijaz was influencing her dad’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY to tell her about whole incident.

I was telling them about Asmah Muħammad ’s figure, her moan.

I said,

” Oh you won’t believe, she is damn good tight yaar. She is more tasty than her Ammī. And you should listen to her moan. Oh it made me crazy…..”Oh no Daddy don’t cum. in me”.

All of them laughed together.

Asmah Muħammad  wore saare and ornaments.

She looked so beautiful and gorgeous.

She looked so sexy in saare.

When she came back Aijaz and Taufeeq got thundered after seeing her.

Her figure was totally understandle and visible in that red shiffon saare.

Soon we all went to the temple, where Asmah Muħammad ’s Dad’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY put shindoor in her head and put mongol sutra on her nack and we took shaat phere.

Then after that we went to court to register our marriage.

Asmah Muħammad  didn’t understand what to do except obeying her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY’s commands.

Soon she became her father’s ARCH Hindu ENEMY’s official Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife.

As soon as the marriage done, Aijaz and Taufeeq started calling Asmah Muħammad  ”Bhābhījān”.

Asmah Muħammad  got very much embarrassed hearing ” Bhābhījān” from her uncles.

Then we came back home Where they had already arranged everything for Asmah Muħammad ’s and mine shuhagraat.

They took Asmah Muħammad  to that room.

Asmah Muħammad  was silently sitting on the bed as a new bride.

His father’ ARCH Hindu ENEMY cum husband was chatting with his friends Aijaz and Taufeeq outside.

She heard they were betting about my plan.

Aijaz said,

“ Durgesh will fuck Asmah Muħammad  whole night.”

Taufeeq said,

“no Durgesh will not able to do that.”

Then they sent me to her room.

At the very first night I fucked Asmah Muħammad  whole night both in Musalmān Pussy and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass like a wild animal.

Aijaz and Taufeeq enjoyed Asmah Muħammad ’s moan from outside.

And in next 2 years Asmah Muħammad  gave birth two baby boy.

This is how we became husband and wife forever.

Muħammad Ħasan put his head on my feet,

“I surrender.” He said.

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 2-Of my Musalmān enemies-1The Punishment to my enemy:1

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

2: Of my Musalmān enemies

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Chapter 1

The Punishment to my enemy

Durgesh Sabah Muħammad

Durgesh Zubédah Shareef

It was when I was  39.

while I don’t exercise, I still was in good shape – I was having great sex with almost 2.5 lac Musalmān Beauties of different sects and different age groups.

The daughter of my vowed enemy Muħammad Ħasan; is 20 and terrific in figure.

He was one of the numerous  cousins of my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.

He was one of the persons tried to assassinate Fātimah, me, or Kħadeejah Muħammad at least.

I’d vowed to fuck every girl and every woman related to him as he was against my marriage with Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.

I was already fucking his wives.

They were practically my wives now.

His Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; told me,

” If you ever want any woman related to my husband Muħammad Ħasan, other than me; tell me. I won’t mind. But leave my daughter, Sabah Muħammad out of it. Please! She is innocent, and newly adult. She is only twenty, while you are already 39.”

But she never knew that I had the hots for her daughter, Sabah Muħammad; ever since she turned sixteen and started wearing tight jeans, tee-shirts and revealing home-clothes.

Muħammad Ħasan loved her more than his on life.

I don’t think there ever was a week when she had not granted me a generous look at her cleavage.

At times, I thought how sick I was to fantasize about Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter – but at night, as I lay on the bed, which had not tasted cum with any new woman related to Muħammad Ħasan for the last two months, I start peeling her clothes off in dreams, and when I wake up, my underwear will be wet with cum.

On the Friday night Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter turned 18.

Muħammad Ħasan’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; had to go to her friend’s house about 6 hours journey away.

She decided to stay there for the weekend as all the transport would be full.

After the birthday party, Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter and I were left alone in our apartment.

At about 10 pm, the maid servants had cleaned out the kitchen and the hall. I sat down on my sofa and started reading ‘Chastity’, which one of Muħammad Ħasan’s  daughter’s friends had given to her.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock rise rapidly.

Just then Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter entered the room wearing one of the shortest shorts and the tightest tops I have ever seen her in.

Sabah Muħammad called me ‘Dad’ sarcastically, as I fucked all her four beautiful Ammīs.

“Dad,” she said, in a sexy tone, “ab main Hindu lađkon ko fuck kiya to koi diqqat to nahin hai, na?”

I was a little shocked.

I thought such questions were usually asked to Ammīs.

After staring at her top for sometime, I recovered from my surprise enough to say, “Nahīn.”

She said,

” Then come, I want to show you my gifts.”

I wanted to see her natural ‘gifts’ and she wanted to show me what she got for her birthday.

But instead of going to her room, she went into her Ammī’s bedroom.

As soon as I entered it, she said,

“I have a headache. Can I sleep here?”

I said yes, and just as even any father might do, I bent over her to massage her forehead.

I was conscious that my Uncut Hindu Cock was still awake, and I tried hard to make sure that she didn’t know I was aroused.

Just as I bent over, she hugged my neck and pulled me close.

My Hindu lips was scarcely far enough not to touch hers.

She said,

“Please don’t stop.”

I couldn’t bear to disappoint my little Musalmān princess on her birthday, and I kissed her on the beautiful Musalmān mouth, full and hard.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we rolled over until she was on top of me.

We kissed for more than five minutes, and when we parted it was only for air.

Our lips bled slightly, and we licked each other’s clean.

Her shorts were only covering a quarter of her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thigh, and every bit of her seemed as tasty as her Ammī – even tastier.

After a series of kisses, I pulled out her top from under the hem of the shorts.

Her sweating had been collected by her bra and transferred on to the top, so the wet patches of clothing covering her Musalmān breasts hardly seemed like the thing to wear on such a happy occasion.

I caught her top and pulled it off.

Her bra seemed to be begging me to relieve them of their duty, – her Musalmān breasts  were so hard, and her nipples sharp – so I took them off.

My vowed enemy, Muħammad Ħasan’s daughter kept still until her bra was off, and then as I started teasing her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān nipples, she moaned.

The more she moaned, the more Uncut Hindu Cocky I became.

Then I made her lie on the bed.

I moved my Hindu lips down her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, not missing a single inch of hot steamy Musalmān skin.

Even her sweat felt like a sweet liquid to me at that time, as I was actually torturing Muħammad Ħasan doing it.

I could not forgive the bastard for what he had done and was still doing.

I left nibble-marks all over her face.

I moved down, tasting and teasing with my Hindu mouth her whole Musalmān breast, in turn, and reached her shorts.

It was so wet with her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān honey that it had already wet the bed.

I bit the hem of the shorts, and pulled it down gently.

My enemy’s daughter writhed and moaned and thrust her Musalmān buttocks upwards.

I placed my hand under her butt, and kept them in the air.

I pulled the panties down with my mouth, something even Muħammad Ħasan’s Chief wife never permitted.

I left it on her ankle, and slid my leg underneath it.

My enemy’s daughter was almost as tall as me, so she had no trouble removing my shirt.

I teased her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān insides with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Suddenly, my Musalmān enemy’s daughter asked me to stand up.

I got up, and then she sat on the edge of the bed, and removed my pants. My Uncut Hindu Cock was so erect that the underwear could not contain it, and consequently, my erection showed.

My Musalmān enemy’s daughter sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock while it was my turn to moan.

Then, just like me, she pulled my underwear down with her teeth.

My Hindu cum had arrived by now, and when she kept my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān beautiful mouth, I could contain it no longer.

I was winning Muħammad Ħasan once more.

I shot my Hindu cum into her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

For a moment she was too stunned.

I kissed her again, and we played with our genital organs tossing them back and forth nd touching, and kissing.

Finally, it was time.

It was almost midnight, but our passion had not let up in the least way. Her Musalmān breasts  had a few cuts on them, none too big to spoil the Saůūdī Årab Musalmān beauty, or too small to make me kiss-and-heal them.

My Uncut Hindu Dick too had a few cuts, which my Musalmān enemy’s daughter endeavored to cure by kissing them.

I entered her Musalmān Musalmān Pussy – a tight one, at that – and realized she was still a Saůūdī Årab Musalmān virgin.

I didn’t want to hurt her, but she herslf said,

“Oooooh! Daaad! Puhleeeaaasse. I have been wanting this since I was fifteen.”

I replied that it might pain a lot, but she replied,

“We have to start somewhere.”

I entered her and sheer heaven greeted me.

I don’t recall her Ammī ever having given me that much pleasure.

She moaned a little, and dug her hands deeper into my butt.

Her Musalmān Pussy was tight, but once I was in, my Uncut Hindu Cock went so smoothly inside, that I’ve always felt that we are made for each other.

I just lay inside her for at least three hours, during which I filled her at least one more time.

Even as we fell asleep, we were still aroused.

The next day, I woke up to find that my Musalmān enemy’s daughter was not beside me.

At that moment, she entered the room, carrying a glass of milk.

Only a towel was wrapped around her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān waist, and I could see that her Musalmān breasts  hardened the moment she saw that I was awake.

She kept the glass on a table beside the bed, and bent over me to ‘adjust’ her pillow.

I kissed the pillows on her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body and she fell on me.

We made love all over again.

Then I carried her into the bathroom.

We had shower, and we explored places we never knew we had.

There was not a single mole in her Musalmān body that I hadn’t noticed.

We then lay on the tub in her room.

After some kissing and teasing, I told her,

“Darling, I hope this is not the end.”

She turned towards me, and kissed me as passionately as the first kiss had been.

“I love you, not just as a daughter, but something more. I love you, and I only hope we can do this even after Ammījān  comes back. My darling Hindu Dad, as long as you want me, I am…”

I never let her finish that sentence.

My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; returned that evening, surprising us in our love-making.

We got dressed quickly enough, but, there was enough evidence of our affair.

However, my enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; pretended that she never noticed the dishelved states of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimān daughter and her practically Hindu husband now.

At night, she announced that she was taking some sleeping pills.

She fell asleep, but every time I shut my eye, I remembered the night before, and grew horny.

I could hold on no longer, and went to my enemy’s daughter’s room.

She was not yet asleep, suffering from the same problem that I was.

As soon as she saw me, she rushed forward, and we started an encore. Halfway, just as I was about to push her clothing under the bed, My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; entered the room.

Caught in the act with my pant and her daughter’s panties down.

She was flabber-gasted.

My enemy’s Chief wife, Zubédah Shareef; just smiled and said,

“Don’t you think the other bedroom is more spacious? I will sleep here. Now, out!”

That was two years ago. Right now, my elder Saůūdī Årab Musalmān queen has taken our little Saůūdī Årab Musalmān princess, who became my second queen, to the doctor for a checkup. I am going to be a father again.

Chapter 2

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

99.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9.