Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 2

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Durgesh, Please Don’t Leave

Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan  

Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, had already left to do her nightshift in the factory.

It was our own factory.

Ammījān’s new Live in relationship Partner, Durgesh had helped to get it from my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

I was twenty-eight and understood quite well everything about Hindu man and Musalmān women relationships.

It was so open now that it was impossible for a highly educated Musalmān girl of twenty-eight not to understand it a lot, even if not fully.

It was a predicament that after Yazīd malåūn, the Musalmīn could never return completely to their original glory of thirty years.

Yes, it lasted thirty years only when Ħuzūr^sand Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn^rzn ruled the Islamic world.

Alas, Amīr ul Mominīn Ħazrat Muåāwiyah^rzu could not control his ever wicked son, Yazīd malåūn.

He conspired against true Islam with then Årab Burdāfaroshs and counter revolted successfully against thirty years old true Islam.

He invented Pseudo Islam and called it the true Islam itself.

It was not the Spiritual Islam as the true Islam was.

It was the Political Islam presently found in the lives of most of the present day Musalmīn.

The Årab Burdāfaroshs conveniently kidnapped and sold Musalmān Beauties to Hindus with the help of Yazīd malåūn.

Why to Hindus especially?

Because the Hindus could pay the highest for the Musalmān Beauties as India was Soné kī Chiđiyā, the Golden Bird, those days.

I was in my nightie and just about to go to bed.

I thought that Durgesh  had already gone to bed, but suddenly he appeared again, fully dressed and carrying a bag.

“Well, Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan, I’ve decided to leave home for good. I’m leaving your Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, forever. Sorry, she did not want me to tell you before.” He said.

I shook my head and wondered what the heck was going on.

“Wait, what the heck is happening?” I asked.

“I just can’t take it anymore, so I’m leaving.”

“Is it because I’m at home?”

“No, it has nothing to do with you.”

“Don’t do this Durgesh, please don’t leave, just unpack your bag, please.” I said.

“I have to leave honey, before your Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, gets home tomorrow morning. I’ve had enough, it’s time for me to move on and find some more suitable place for me, where the Musalmān women want to be Musalmīn women for a Hindu as I am.”

“Durgesh, sit down and talk to me, please. Tell me what’s going on here. I’m 28 years old now. I’m not a kid anymore, you can tell me the way it is.”

“Well, your Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, and me just don’t get on anymore honey, in bed I mean.”

“You mean that you don’t have sex, right?”

“Yes, honey. It’s been over two years since we did anything and she won’t even touch me, she says it’s over. She is a Musalmān after all. She thought I’d embrace Islam sooner or later, but I didn’t. So I should just get used to it, well I can’t, I’m a Hindu  and I have my own needs too.”

“But apart from that, I mean if that part was okay then you would stay?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to help you out, Durgesh?”

“Heck no, it’s her job.”

“But she has already told you that it’s over for her. Listen Durgesh I’m not stupid. What about a nice hand job to calm you down?”

“Oh honey, that wouldn’t be right, you’re her daughter and I love you honey.”

“But you’re willing to leave me, Durgesh, so you can’t love us that much either.”

“Oh I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, honey.”

“By you leaving, you’re gonna make my life miserable. Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, won’t be able to keep up this place from Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. He is still fighting to get it back from us. It was only you he couldn’t win.  You are a Master Mind and a zillionaire now. He can’t win you. We’d have to move to some sleazy cheaper place.  Ammījān would not be successful even to retain the factory. Everything would be destroyed. Everyone will suffer and everyone’s standard of living will go down the tubes, just because you don’t get a piece of Musalmān ass every now and then. This is crazy.”

“I know it may sound crazy, but I feel like I’ve tried my best.”

“No, it sounds like you’ve given up trying and haven’t looked for alternatives.”

“What do you mean, like an affair with another Musalmān Beauty?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s an option. But I wouldn’t want to see you paying some streetwalker, Allah knows what you could catch today Durgesh.”

“Oh, I feel helpless about it already. Your Ammī is acting so impossible now—”

“I know. She has suddenly converted herself into an ardent stubborn obstinate Musalmān woman. Surely, there’s no rush Durgesh. Let me make you a tea and we’ll just talk, please Durgesh.” I said and made two teas.

Finally, he sat down at the kitchen table and I straddled his knee and faced him.

“I love you Durgesh, you know I have problems too, but I don’t pack a bag and leave then let the people I love suffer for my shortcomings.

“I know you’ve had it rough too honey.”

“Rough. I guess you could call it that, what with being kidnapped and tried to be raped by a Hindu politician, my entire family had voted for. I listened to you and took your advice. Durgesh, please don’t go, you’re the only man I trust today. We need a man of integrity and strength about the house to look up to. You’re not the only one that has needs, I hope you know that I have needs too, I need a man occasionally as much as you need a Musalmān Beauty, so just maybe we can help each other Durgesh.”

“I don’t know honey, it seems so wrong.”

“Durgesh, when your Uncut Hindu Lund  is rock hard and throbbing, does it really matter who relieves you? I know that when my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  is oozing and that overwhelming feeling for release is upon me, I don’t care how I get it, so long as I get some relief. But I do know that it’s always better if someone else does it for you. I know how you feel Durgesh, it’s only been six months and I’m climbing the wall already.”

“I know what you’re saying honey, for a while I would look after myself but now I just don’t even have the ambition to squeeze my penis here anymore.”

“Then let me help, Durgesh. Let me do it for you. I can make you feel good again and maybe you can relieve some of my anxiety. I’m probably a better piece of a Musalmān ass than Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, has ever been. Look at the advantages for both of us, we don’t have to leave the house or risk catching some weird disease and best of all there is genuine love between us both.”

“You do make some good points, honey. But I think you better look after—”

“I’ve already done that, Durgesh and she’s down for the night… maybe you can help.” I said as I let my nightgown slip over my shoulders and bared my heavy left breast.

“Oh my… you have great Musalmān tits.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you help me by squeezing my tits for a little while, Durgesh? And relieve me some of that aching pressure. Ammījān’s little girl really needs you Durgesh.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that… honey. Heck I haven’t even seen your breast before.”

“I know, you guys are so old fashioned, you want me to hide away in the bathroom or my bedroom to masturbate even if I need it. But my breasts hurt so much Durgesh, please just squeeze it.” I said as I pressed around my nipple then caught on my fingers and put it to his palm. “Taste it Durgesh, squeeze it. it won’t hurt you.”

“It tastes fine, honey.”

“Put my tit in your palm and help me out Durgesh, please.” I said as I eased up a little off his knee and brought my breast to his palm.

Reluctantly at first, Durgesh  took my breast in his palm and then he seemed to open his palm a little and take in a little more.

“Mmmm that’s better… just a little harder, Durgesh… oooooo yesss… oh keep doing that Durgesh… don’t stop.”

Allah, what a position I was in, my feet were flat on the kitchen floor, my legs were wide open as I was straddled across his knee and my knees were partially bent.

My hands were around his head, holding him against my breast and the feeling was as wonderful as I eased my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot against his big fancy belt buckle.

“Put your hands under my ass, Durgesh and hold me up.”

His strong hands spread wide open and each one cupped a cheek then seemed to squeeze a little as he supported my position.

“Mmmm that’s so nice Durgesh… let me switch you to the other breast.” I said, as I readjusted my nightie and released my heavy right breast.

This time he needed no prompting and my breast was in his palm already.

“Oh… yesss Durgesh… yesss… Allah, that is so good… don’t stop… Vallah, you’re making my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot so wet that I must be dripping.” I cried as I pushed against his body.

“I know I can feel your panties.” Durgesh smiled and winked at me, as he backed away from my breast momentarily.

“You should take my panties off, Durgesh, I would be more comfortable.” I said but he just kept squeezing on my breast so I reached underneath me and felt for his Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was rock hard and straining to move in his pants.

“Maybe you should take your pants off too Durgesh and release this hard Hindu monster.” I smiled wickedly as I tried to stroke it but it was difficult.

Suddenly Durgesh stopped squeezing and looked at me with a ‘I don’t know’ kind of look so I backed away and stood then tried to drop my panties but I had to stride over him first.

I quickly wriggled out of my panties then held my nightie up and exposed my neatly trimmed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to him.

“Stand up quickly Durgesh and get them off, and then sit down again, hurry.” I said and he heaved himself up out the chair so I quickly unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants and eased both his pants and his boxer shorts down together until they fell to the floor.

“Step out of them and sit down again quickly Durgesh.”

He kicked his feet out of the pants and sat down.

I looked down at his gorgeous fat erect Uncut Hindu Lund  with the swollen head that glistened with a few droplets leaking from the slit.

So I straddled his knees again then pulled off my nightie and lowered myself until my breast was at his mouth and his big open hands were under my bare ass cheeks.

“kiss… kiss my breast… kiss me Durgesh… Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Harder Durgesh… oooooh… oooooh.” I cried as the tip of his hard Uncut Hindu Lund brushed between my wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips and I couldn’t stop myself from fingering my wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and rubbing my clit.

“Oh keep going… don’t stop… oooooh Durgesh I’m cummin… I’m cummin.” I cried out loudly as I held his waist tightly and thrust my Musalmān Choot  onto his Uncut Hindu Lund .

“Mmmm… guide your hard Uncut Hindu Lund into me Durgesh… quickly… Allah… Yā Allaaaaah!   oh yesss… oh yesss.” I murmured and a tear ran down my cheek as his swollen Uncut Hindu Lundhead squeezed inside my wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. “It’s beautiful Durgesh… so beautiful.”

I threw my arms around him then kissed him passionately on the lips as I slowly slid down onto him and felt his hard Uncut Hindu Lund filling me up. “Mmmm, so good… it feels so good Durgesh.”

“It’s better than good; it’s simply wonderful honey, thank you, thank you so much.” He whispered and I brushed the tears from my eyes as Durgesh thrust upward.

I spread my legs a little wider then linked my hands behind his neck and proceeded to fuck his hard Uncut Hindu Lund slowly to start and then faster until we were groping each other and kissing wildly.

We fucked each other wildly whole night and even more.

I don’t know for how many hours I fucked Durgesh nonstop, in how many positions.

It seemed to me as if it was infinity.

And then…

“Oh baby… I can’t holdback… I’m gonna cum… I’m almost…” Durgesh cried out softly as I felt his Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing.

“That’s okay Durgesh… just keep going… fill me up… shoot your creamy warm Hindu spunk inside me… fill me with your beautiful baby seed… ooooooh yesss… yesss Durgesh… that feels so wonderful… oh yesss… I can feel you cummin Durgesh… I can feel you cummin inside me… oooooo Durgesh don’t stop… oh fuck I’m cummin too Durgesh… Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ”

I squeezed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot tight and let my head fall back onto his shoulders as the huge flashes of light shocked my brain when the pleasure wave ripped through my body.

Then I slumped forward and laid my head gently on his shoulder and breathed heavily into his ear.

“Oh wow, I needed that so badly Durgesh, thank you. But Durgesh, please don’t leave me and my blind in devotion Ammījān.”

“How could I leave you now honey after such a fantastic ride.” Durgesh smiled still fucking me wildly.

Miraculously his Uncut Hindu Lund was immediately ready once again after his so grand a blast.

“You don’t have to Durgesh, you can have as much Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots as you want, right here. I have so many extremely beautiful highly educated young female Musalmān friends. They are dying to have you inside them. Only I wanted to be the first of us. Sorry. But you’ll have to help out with my aching breasts every few days.” I winked at him significantly.

“That’s not a problem honey.”Durgesh also winked at me fucking me harder and harder once more.

Now I was lying on my back and Durgesh was between my legs riding me proudly.

Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, smiled at me,

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you Ammī.” I cooed, “It could not happen without your cooperation.”

“I did only for you.” Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, smiled graciously.

“No, Ammījān.”I smiled knowingly, “You did it for your sisters, my Kħālājāns. They desperately want to enjoy Durgesh and I didn’t let it happen as I wanted only I must replace you.”

Ammījān, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, smiled perceptively,

“Okay, you win. You’ve replaced me now successfully. Yet, you’ve promised me to help my sisters, your Kħālājāns in them enjoying Durgesh irrespective of your mission Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah.”

“Well, I’d try to convince Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that she should allow my Kħālājāns at least though they are not under thirty anymore.”

Chapter 3

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