Ved Nagar: 9

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

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Durgesh

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Chapter 9

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

The Greatest Mastermind 

 I dug my hands into the couch as I pulled out and plunged back in, my fingers using her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as leverage to fuck into her.

I picked up the pace, our skin slapping together her arousal juices coating my thick Uncut Hindu Prick and leaking down the backs of her thighs.

“Harder,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  groaned. “Oh please, harder! Make me cum…”

I gasped and began to pound into her, my balls hitting her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit with the force of my Hindu fuck thrusts.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  tightened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān vaginal muscles around my Hindu member, drawing another heated moan from me as I grew inside her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.

I fucked her whole night in different positions she requested.

“I’m going to cum!” I cried ultimately. “I’m going to cum inside you baby…”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  couldn’t take it.

With a scream Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  came, releasing another flood of juice around my thrusting Hindu organ.

I too pumped hard into her and began to shoot my hot, creamy Hindu cum deepest into her clenching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, filling her up with stream after stream of the Hindu liquid that created the infinite creations.

Afterwards I collapsed on top of her and we lay there for a while, letting our breathing settle.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  whimpered.

“Yes, baby?”

“You’re smooshing me.”

I chuckled and pulled myself up, my soft Uncut Hindu Lund popping from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  and allowing my cum to leak down her thighs.

I suggested a shower and she nodded, smiling.

“Go ahead sweetie; I’ll take one after you.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned.

“No, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you take one with me.”

Flushing lightly, I took her offered hand and we headed upstairs.

I let the water run until it was nice and warm, turning to catch my eyes running appreciatively over her firm Musalmān ass.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was already half-hard again.

I bit back her laugh and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind us when I joined her.

“Mmmm,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  murmured as the water cascaded over our bodies. “Feels good.”

I stepped up behind her and pulled her slippery body against my hardened Hindu member pushing between her thighs and rubbing tantalizingly over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  moaned softly and reached down, gently running her fingers over the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust back and forth.

My warm hands enclosed around her wet breasts, lightly pinching her nipples into hardness and flicking over them teasingly.

“We’re not going to get anything done…” I began but her words were cut off as I took hold of her right thigh and hiked it up, sliding my hot, pulsing Uncut Hindu Shaft into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.

“Ahhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you,” I gasped into her ear. “Fucking your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt …I wanted you for so long, baby.”

“Yes, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  cried, reaching back and wrapping her arms around my neck.

The feel of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  was like heaven.

I still couldn’t quite believe Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was having sex with me.

I pumped in and out of her until she was gasping for release, my fingers rubbing her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in fast, firm circles.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  came again for the third time that night, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  muscles squeezing around my Hindu member, milking me for more of my Hindu seed.

I shot another hot Hindu load in her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  Vagina, slamming my Uncut Hindu Lund hard inside her as I unloaded.

As our breathing slowed, I lowered her lifted leg to the shower floor, my Uncut Hindu Penis slowing slipping out.

I sighed in contentment and set to her original plan, grabbing some liquid soap and squirting a good amount on a loofah.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  turned to face me and began to soap me up, taking her time over my toned chest and stomach.

I pushed back a few strands of wet hair from her cheek, my knuckle tracing along her jawline as she smiled at me.

“That’s different.” she smiled and stood, handing me the loofah.

I gave her an irresistible, dimpled grin and began running it up and down her arms in small, light circles.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re beautiful.” I murmured, smoothing it over one upturned breast and then the other, teasing her pink nipples into hardness.

“What about you?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  asked. “How many women have you been with since… Ammījān?”

“Just one,” I replied with a smile. “Her daughter. Eīshān, that sounds terrible…”

She silenced me with her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over mine, slipping her tongue inside to taste me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was glad.

Her soapy breasts pressed against my chest, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  felt the familiar tingle of lust shoot through her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  as I wrapped my strong arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to my warm, wet body.

We nuzzled against each other, enjoying the sensation of our wet skin rubbing together.

“I’m turning into a prune.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  giggled, letting go to glance at her fingers.

We finished up in the shower and got out, laughing like teenagers as we dried each other off.

Only a few days ago Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was frustrated and unhappy; now Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wondered how she ever could’ve been unhappy just having me, the ever sexiest Hindu male around.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed me into my bedroom and nabbed another one of my work shirts, briefly leaving her to slide on a pair of black bikini panties and meeting me at the top of the staircase.

“There’s just something about a girl when she wears a man’s shirt,” I said appreciatively, my eyes sweeping over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.

She sucked in her breath, as I looked her over clothed in a pair of navy blue pajama bottoms that sat low on her big hips and wondered how anyone could look so good in a pair of pajamas.

We headed downstairs and popped in a movie settling comfortably on the couch together.

When Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  felt my arms slip around her waist and pull me close to me, a million different thoughts went through her head: how safe and secure Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  felt, how Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  had ached for this again since she was young, and how much she didn’t want it to end.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  tilted her head backwards to look at me and smiled.

“I love you.”

I smiled back and hugged her a little tighter.

“I love you too, baby.”

Even though we had found our new relationship, we decided it would be best to remain in separate beds for the time being.

And beside it, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  needed time to mull over the things that were said and done.

On one hand, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was ecstatically happy that we had taken this step; on the other hand, things were different, and there was no turning back.

But in the end… Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah   had not one unhappy bone in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  had done what she did with me.

I was a kind, caring, compassionate man that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  found herself intensely attracted to and unlike many other men Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  could trust.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was positive about that.

I was already at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  made her way downstairs the next morning.

I looked up, a sleepy smile on my face.

“‘Morning, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah .”

“Hi, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said with a yawn. “I’m going to call in to work today.”

She started a pot of coffee and poured herself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the kitchen sink as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  tried to fully rouse herself.

It took her a moment to realize I was eyeing her from behind my paper in her white shirt and panties, which I didn’t give much thought to as I lugged myself out of bed this morning.

She smiled to herself and ran her fingers along the waistband of her panties, watching my Hindu  eyes follow every movement Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  made.

“Really? Not feeling well?”

“Just a lazy day. Want some coffee?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  asked, setting down her glass.

I pretended to just look up from the paper.

“Sure, baby. Thank you.” she poured a cup and handed it to me black, the way I liked it.

I was already in my work uniform, and her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body came alive as her eyes rested on the small patch of skin showing at my throat.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glanced up at the clock.

I had twenty minutes before my partner came to pick me up.

I blinked in surprise as she snatched the paper away from me, tossing it carelessly behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her leg over me and eased into my lap, setting her moistening Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  directly over my Hindu crotch, which was already semi-hard from my previous observation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah .

She bent her head to gently suckle on my neck, slipping her tongue to the hollow of my throat as my warm hands cupped her firm young Musalmān ass.

“Ohhh, sweetie…” I groaned as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  into my hardening Uncut Hindu Lund. “I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, have to go to work…Shaun will be here soon…”

“Do you want me?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  whimpered, slipping a hand down between us to pull her panties to the side.

I moaned and pulled her cami down, letting her breasts pop free to pinch a pink nipple.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  made quick work of my uniform pants and boxers, managing to pull my thick, rigid Uncut Hindu Lund free of both and running her fingertips over the mushroom-shaped head.

“Tell me what you want, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  murmured.

My hands instinctively tried to push her down unto my hard Uncut Hindu Shaft, but she stood firm.

“Tell me.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I want you, baby. I want to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into your tight, warm Musalmān body.” I moaned hotly. “Eīshān, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, what are you doing to me?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  gave a little gasp of pleasure as I sank down, unto my pulsing Hindu member, feeling her stretch and fill her to the hilt.

I groaned low in my throat, as she began to fuck up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She was in frenzied lust.

“Ahhh yes, baby, fuck me…fuck me…” I gasped.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  arched backwards, leaning back against the kitchen table as I let the ecstasy of my thick Hindu organ overtake me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  moaned as I stood to push her unto her back on top of the sturdy wooden table, spreading her thighs wide apart to watch my Uncut Hindu Lund, wet with her juices, slip in and out of her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

My hands gripped the backs of her knees as I fucked Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, thrusting so hard and deep inside her.

The table began to move.

“Yesss…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!…give me your Uncut Hindu Lund!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  cried hotly. “Fuck me… Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Oh god…I’m going to cum…I’m cummmming!” Her orgasm exploded over me, washing me with waves of pleasure, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  Vagina contracting tight around my throbbing Hindu member.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …I’m going to cum too…” I groaned, my fingers digging so hard into her skin I left marks.

“I want to taste you,” she said.

I nodded and thrust once more before pulling out, backing up to let her kneel in front of me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wrapped her hand around the base of my Uncut Hindu Penis, taking me deep in her throat as I cried out and began to shoot my hot Hindu cream.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ohhh God, yes baby…yesss…” I moaned.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  milked me for every drop, savoring the thick, salty Hindu taste and licking up any remaining from my softening Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You taste good.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  murmured with a grin as I stood and we straightened our clothing.

I flushed lightly, smiling as a soft knock sounded at the front door.

“Work calls.”

“You didn’t even get to finish your coffee.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  teased.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  had something much more fulfilling,” I said softly, kissing her forehead. “Have a good day, sweetie.”

“You too, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed along into the living room and rubbed her upper arms as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  watched me stride to the front door, turning to give me an affectionate wink before exiting and closing the door behind me.

I stood there for a moment until a huge smile came over her face.

She let out a little shriek of excitement as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  ran upstairs to call Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ . *

It was still pretty early in the morning, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  knew she would have to get up to get ready for work.

“Yeah?” she said grouchily, gruffly, picking up after the seventh ring.

“‘Morning, sunshine!” she sang winking at her suggestively, flopping down on my bed. “How’s my girl, my love, my life?”

“Mmmfummph.” She muttered.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah chuckled, picturing her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth buried in her pillow.

“Call in to work, baby. I want you to come over to my place.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.

“What for?”

“Please, do it for me?”

“Sure, honey. I’ll be over in an hour or so.” She blew a quick kiss and hung up.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made a quick call to work to let them know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wasn’t coming in, hopped off her bed and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replayed the previous night’s events in her head.

Not so long ago, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  and I were having sex in this exact spot.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  fought the familiar tingle of lust and finished up, rushing through the rest of the morning’s toiletries.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  chose to wear a pair of pale pink bikini panties, short denim shorts and a white midriff t-shirt, all which set off her tanned skin, big breasts, and long legs.

Before Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  headed downstairs, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  clipped on a silver anklet and lightly sprayed on some perfume, grinning when she  saw Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s black Eclipse pull up in the driveway.

“Anyone home?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ   called out as she came in and closed the door behind her.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was laughing as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  hurried downstairs to wrap her arms around her for a wet kiss.

Her lover looked hot as usual in a short, pale blue sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, showing enough Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cleavage to give even a traditional Hindu saint a hard-on.

Her tan legs made her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān  mouth water.

“Allah, God, what has gotten into you?” She asked, pulling back to look into her blue eyes with her probing brown ones.

Her jaw dropped and she tugged Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  to the couch, speaking after they had settled down Indian-style facing each other.

“You did it, didn’t you? You slept with Durgesh, the greatest!”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah paused naughtily.

“Define slept…?”

She grabbed her upper thighs and squeezed, sending Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  into a fit of giggles.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wiggled away, resettling Indian-style and letting her eyes wander under her sundress.

She gasped when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  realized that the little tease, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, was not wearing any panties.

Sālī, she thought perhaps hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Durgesh, was still present here and he would fuck Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

How crazy we entire Musalmān Beauties were to let Durgesh fuck us.

Well, let Durgesh fuck us?

Really?

Nonsense.

Nope!

To speak the truth for a change, no man fucks any woman ever.

It’s actually the quite opposite.

The foolish mankind thinks he is fucking the womankind.

Never.

It’s always actually the womankind that fucks her man.

It’s always strategic, always tactical that she always let the poor mankind think he is fucking her.

Even Durgesh the greatest could never establish his Durgesh  Muslimahs Sex Empire if the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties themselves had not conceived and planned it gravely.

Durgesh was unique in sex, sexual activities and sexual prowess.

He was a dream man of entire horniest Musalmān Beauties even.

Durgesh was never tired of sex.

He could fuck extraordinary Musalmān Beauties nonstop forever.

His unique incredible sexual lust for extraordinary Musalmān Beauties never extinguished, never quenched.

The more Durgesh fucked the Musalmān Beauties the more his sexual lust to fuck them increased incredibly miraculously, unbelievably, inexplicably.

Even the age factor failed completely.

Durgesh was sixty-three now.

Yet he never looked his age.

Everyone thought he was thirty-three only.

And he really lived the life of an ever-young man.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan recognized Durgesh’s miraculous capabilities, his unique aptitudes.

She masterminded her entire incredible seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, successfully.

Durgesh never masterminded it.

If he had, why the hell Durgesh was so against most of these seven movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s masterstroke was her ever-incredible theory of The Everbest Wives.

It was actually Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eighth, and actually first, movement, no one realized ever.

Durgesh is crazy why his Musalmān stepdaughters are so crazy for having sex with him, and with him only.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately, yet not expressly, never,   started her well thought, well planned, well masterminded, ever clandestine, campaign thus.

Why clandestine?

So that it might won’t die out prematurely without producing the wanted results.

It could had been opposed by entire traditional moralists and humanists as well.

Couldn’t it had been?

It was the only practical way for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to go ahead with her spectacular dreams.

She was already there living with all of them.

She could easily make them crazy to make love to Durgesh.

No, Durgesh would never do it, until and unless he isn’t compelled to.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately created the circumstances always that Durgesh could never do anything except to fuck the JetMusalmān Beauties he never wanted to fuck.

She masterminded it successfully even while Durgesh resisted it nonstop.

Yet Durgesh had no way except to surrender always ultimately.

That was the beauty of the scheme.

Congratulations Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the greatest.

They say Durgesh is greatest.

Well, not if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the actual greatest one, hasn’t masterminded it all.*

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was instantly hot and wet, throbbing along with her heartbeat as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  tried to tear her eyes away from Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s hairless sex.

“You like that?” She murmured, catching her gaze and spreading her slim thighs a little wider.

“I barely let Durgesh leave the house this morning when he showed me.”

“You tease…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  breathed. “Did you let Durgesh  fuck you?”

“No, my brother had just gotten up. Left Durgesh  with a big hard-on though…” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  trailed off, giving Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  a smug little smile. “Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, tell me about last night!”

Chapter 10

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 8

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

By the time Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s fifteen year-old brother made it into the house; we were all sitting quietly on the couch watching TV.

The only give away, if Naåīm Sheikħ were that observant, was the heavy, musky smell of sex that hung in the air…and the satisfied little smile her best friend gave me from the corner of her eye.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went home awhile later.

The hot ache between her thighs was silent and sated.

Yet, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  could still feel my Hindu cum inside her.

I was nowhere in sight as I entered the house.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  headed upstairs to clean up.

Her mind was playing back the previous hours events.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Sweetie, is that you?” I called as I passed her closed bedroom door.

She paused.

“Yes, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!.”

“Can you come in here a second?”

“Sure.” She opened my door and stepped inside, breathing in the scent of my cologne.

I stood in front of my mirror, bare-chested, dressed in a pair of crisp khakis.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had forgotten about my date!

A wave of jealousy spun her stomach in circles.

She swallowed hard to keep a straight face.

“Hey, baby. Have fun at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Did you sleep well?”

My face flushed.

“Must’ve fallen asleep watching TV last night after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got home.”

“Right. So what’s up?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked lightly.

I looked up.

My eyes taking in the length of her tanned legs, lingering over her chest before I blinked as if to focus myself.

“Um…out of the two of these shirts…which one do you like better?” I held up a long-sleeved blue chambray button down shirt and a forest green short-sleeved polo shirt, both of which set off my eye and skin color.

Like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me to look any better than I already naturally did for this Musalmān Beauty !

“Wear the green one.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  murmured.

I smiled, showing my dimples.

“Exactly what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was thinking.”

I sat down on the edge of my bed and watched silently as I pulled it over my head, giving her a lengthy appraisal of my toned chest.

Of its own accord, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot came alive again.

So much for being satisfied, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a silent groan.

“So? What do you think?” I tucked the shirt into the waistband of my khakis, brushing off traces of lint and tiny wrinkles.

I stood and reached out to straighten the collar, pressing her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body as close to me as she dared.

She just wanted to feel my body against her…

Her breasts touched my chest.

I smiled meaningfully.

“Let me straighten this out.” she said.

Her green eyes met mine, and her nipples hardened as the fabric of her top rubbed against them, pushing into me.

Our mouths were inches away from each other’s.

She pressed her pelvis into me.

She felt me alert slightly, and felt the legendary erection growing underneath the crotch of my khakis.

Her heart pounded a mile a minute and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah raised herself on her toes, closed her eyes, and placed her warm mouth on me, mine.

Our lips lingered only a moment before I pulled away quickly, as if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had shocked me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …Are you alright?” I smiled.

“Why?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  too smiled naughtily.

Boldly, she slipped her extremely beautiful Musalmān hand to my Hindu crotch and cupped my raging Hindu erection in her palm, gently squeezing it.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was touching my Uncut Hindu Lund! The very object that created the entire infinite creations was in her hand…and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wanted it inside here.

Here.

Now.

“Sālī, I’m your Ammī’s fucker,” I said impishly. “And you’re her daughter.”

“Yes. We love each other, and I can’t think of anything more right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  also replied mischievously, her fingers working at my belt.

She unbuckled it and slipped her hand down the front of my khakis, needing to wrap her hand around the steel hard Hindu pole practically bursting out of my pants.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me so badly that even her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body was shaking now.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nudged past my boxer briefs and her fingertips brushed across my burning hot Uncut Hindu Lund, sending a shudder through the both of us.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohhh, God…” she moaned softly.

“No, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…baby, we can’t make it routine…”

“You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered. “I know you want it, I want you, too. I want you so much.” Her green eyes clouded with lust at her words, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  glorified mentally as my warm, strong hands settled on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, sliding around her waist.

I did it carefully, as if I would shatter her moving too quickly, or I would scare her away with too much movement.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her fingers up and down the length of my ever-unconquerable Hindu hardness, staring in wonder at the hundred different emotions running through her beautiful eyes.

First nervousness, then lust, then guilt, and lust again.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suspected I should too probably be acting the same way, but the wanting Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had for me overtook her.

Damn it, nothing else mattered but having Durgesh.

“You know I came into your bedroom last night and saw you,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  continued.

“You touched me. You tasted me.” I inhaled sharply.

“You were awake?”

“Yes. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I too wanted you to touch me. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fatimah, I wanted your mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. I love you even more than myself,” she said, trembling.

There was no turning back now.

Nothing would be the same.

“I love you too, my darling.” I groaned.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wrapped her eager little Musalmān fingers around my Uncut Hindu Prick, pulling them down to the mushroom-shaped tip and back up to the base, stroking firmly and slowly.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was so thick and long!

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot was dripping wet and throbbing, begging for my male Hindu attention and release.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had my hard Uncut Hindu Dick in it, less than half an hour previously.

This is what I did to her.

“Can I take it in my ardent Musalmān mouth, please?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  asked breathlessly. “Let me take your Uncut Hindu Lund in my ardent Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to make you cum once more in my mouth. You taste incredible.” Her mouth opened.

Suddenly from downstairs, the doorbell sounded.

My date was here.

Her heart sank in disappointment.

She was sure now to replace Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Naturally, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  angrily yanked her hand away, knowing inside it wasn’t my fault, but even then, she was unable to help herself.

“Have fun on your fucking date.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  muttered, swearing for the first time ever in front of me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked out of my room and went into her own.

She slammed the door behind her and threw herself across the bed, burying her head in a pillow.

There was a brief knock at the door.

“Good night, baby. I should be in early. We can enjoy each other even after that. At present the Musalmān Beauty, my date today, needs me more. Be a good sport.” I called.

A few minutes later, the front door closed and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard my SUV pulling away from the house.

She pounded the bed with her fists, throwing a tantrum like any three-year-old and enjoying every second.

It was like a game between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  and me.

We get close; something came along, and ruined it.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was getting sick of it.

With a heavy sigh, she dragged herself out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slipping in the shower for a long, hot wash.

She scrubbed her hair and body, using a sweet smelling shower gel to relax her even more.

Afterwards she put on a pair of lacy white panties and one of my EMT button down work shirts.

She headed downstairs to the couch to flick on the TV and flip aimlessly through the channels.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t stop thinking about how her hand was around my hard Uncut Hindu Lund…stroking me…hearing me moan.

Never had Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wanted a man as badly as she did me, and here Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to share me with this woman.

It wasn’t fair.

The time was well after two in the morning, by the time I crept through the front door.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slowly stood up, standing silently as I turned.

I jumped about a foot in the air seeing her quiet form.

Eīshān, sweetie! You scared me. Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked.

She didn’t miss the anxious tone I used.

“I was just waiting up for you,” she said tightly. “Can’t I do that?”

“O – Of course, baby. You didn’t have to, though.”

“I know. So…how was the date?”

I avoided her eyes and we sat down together on the couch.

“It went well, very well. Jabīn Jalīl is a great girl.”

“What did you do?”

“Well…we ate some dinner, saw a movie…” I trailed off, looking down at my hands.

“That doesn’t take six hours, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said. A terrible ache of jealousy was settling uncomfortably in the pit of her belly. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah!”

She bit her lip, tears filling her eyes.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! She was being such a baby!

Durgesh  had a perfect right to do whatever he liked…but why the hell he didn’t I do it with me!

“What I do is not your concern, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah,” I said firmly, using her full first and middle name. “That includes if I did choose to sleep with Jabīn Jalīl.”

A flicker of hope lit up in her mind.

“You mean…you didn’t do it?”

“No, sweetie, I didn’t.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  fought the urge to shout out in joy and scooted into my arms, sighing in contentment.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I couldn’t,” I admitted. “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I couldn’t because every time I looked at her, I saw only your face. I only saw you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

Hearing my words brought a flood of arousal juice to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, starting it afire, a flush of lust coloring her cheeks.

She looked up from the crook of her arm, meeting my eyes with her own graceful ones.

Slowly she spread her thighs, giving me a look at her soaked lacy white panties, which I took in with a sharp breath.

I lifted my arm out from behind her and brought my hand between her legs, letting me nudge my warm fingers underneath the waistband of her panties.

I paused with my fingertips inches from her swollen wet slit.

“What do you want, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I want to touch you, baby. I want to feel how wet you are for me.” I breathed. “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I need to touch you.”

Her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body trembled as I took my hand away from her arm, and I continued downwards into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Prick  coming up to and penetrating between her puffy Musalmān sex lips.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  jerked upwards in reaction, startling both of us, but I didn’t stop.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard harsh, shallow breathing and realized it was her own.

I dragged my Uncut Hindu Cock  side to side across her hard, throbbing Musalmān clit, bringing soft cries of pleasure from her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

I dipped my Uncut Hindu Prick  into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot hole, using her juices to lubricate a slow rotation of her sensitive nub of flesh.

“Ahhh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered. “Yesss…that feels so good!”

“Lay down on your back,” I ordered quietly.

She did as I asked.

Her excitement was growing as I stripped my polo shirt off.

I leaned forward and began unbuttoning the shirt of mine that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wore, urging her to pull her arms out so I could toss it away.

Her panties came off next.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  blushed as I stared down at her breasts, reaching out to trace light circles around her hardening nipples.

“You don’t know how often I’ve fantasized about playing with your little nipples, baby.” I murmured.*

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned as I bent down to engulf a nipple between my hot index finger and thumb, squeezing it teasingly and doing the same to the other.

I kissed and squeezed her breasts until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was shaking, gently kneading and squeezing them with my strong hands.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  clenched her hands into fists as I took hold of her ankles and pushed her knees to her chest, baring her smooth, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  to my hot Hindu  gaze as I spread her legs wide.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  couldn’t believe this was actually happening once more…

I was going to penis her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān CuntKħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt!

“Allah Oh God, yes, please hurry Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” she pleaded. “Penis my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”

With a low groan, I buried my Uncut Hindu Prick in her hot, dripping center, plunging it straight and deep into her tight fuck hole.

She screamed in rapture and arched her back up so sharply Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  grew dizzy, her hands grabbing thick fistfuls of my black hair and keeping me in place as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  ground her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  into my deeply penetrating Uncut Hindu Prick.

I moved my hands to the backs of her knees, keeping her legs high and wide as I took long, hot penetrations from the bottom of her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina to the top of her swollen Musalmān slit.

My Uncut Hindu Cock  then centered on her pulsing Musalmān clit, locking my Uncut Hindu Prickhead  over the tiny button and gently rolling it until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was falling over the edge into orgasm.

“Ohhh du… Durgesh …” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned. “I’m cuummmming…I’m cumming!”

I swept over her sensitive clit with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  recovered her beautiful eyes full of love and desire.

I sat up and her fingers flew to my pants, hurriedly yanking them down my legs and tossing them away.

She urged me to lie back, wasting no time as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  crouched over my thick, rigid Uncut Hindu Lund and wrapped her fingers around the width.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah,” I gasped. “Baby…are you sure…?”

She smiled and took the head of my raging Hindu erection into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her jaw stretched to the very limit with the size.

Wanting desperately to please me, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  continued the journey down the length of my hot, veined Uncut Hindu Shaft, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  felt me sliding against the back of her throat.

She paused and looked up at her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties!

Her belly was jumping at the glazed stare of ecstasy in my Hindu  eyes.

“Ohhh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …take it all, sweetie…take all of your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, your Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties!’s Uncut Hindu Lund,” I groaned hotly.

At my breathless demand she slipped her warm Musalmān mouth down the full length of my Hindu member, and remembering a little trick Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had mentioned, wiggled her tongue out and flicked it across my balls, caressing the sensitive underside of my engulfed Hindu hardness.

She squeezed her throat muscles around me, massaging my Uncut Hindu Lund, enjoying the throbbing Hindu hotness of my tool.

I did it!

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  finally had my Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  hummed low in her throat and grinned when I thrashed around in pleasure, my hand sliding into her hair.

“Yes, suck me, baby. Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund,” I whimpered.

I pulled her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth upwards and circled the dripping tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick with her wet little tongue, hungrily tasting the pre-cum steadily seeping out.

Slipping back down my Hindu length, she began to bob up and down, sucking me, getting my Uncut Hindu Lund wet with her saliva.

Her Musalmān fingers played over my Hindu balls, gently stroking and squeezing them while she sucked on my Hindu meat.

I grew in the confines of her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ached to take me inside her, to feel me pounding into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth from my Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to feel you inside me.” she said.

I sat up and began to lower myself over her, but she stopped me with her hands on my firm chest.

“No…fuck me from behind, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

She smiled, turning over unto her hands and knees, looking back at me.

Her ravenous Musalmān  eyes looked like twin fires of pure lust, and with an animal groan, I grabbed her slim hips, yanking me back hard.

She bit her lip as my Uncut Hindu Lundhead probed at her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  lips, sliding up and down her hungry Musalmān slit, finally resting at the entrance of her soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.

“Now…please, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Now!” she begged.

I pushed the mushroom-head tip inside her, inching my way into her tight, slick Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  channel.

“Ahhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re so tight, baby,” I breathed.

With a little cry of pleasure, I pushed my pulsing Hindu member in to the hilt, stopping as she gasped for breath.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot  contracted around me, accepting me, sucking me in.

I knew Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  wouldn’t last long with my big Uncut Hindu Lund inside her; already pleasure coursed through her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.

Chapter 9

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 7

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

   Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

  Chapter7

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim rushed to her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.

Eīshān!

How beautiful she is.

Yes, her elder sisters, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim etcetera are even more beautiful than Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is too.

But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.

Wasn’t she?

Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.

Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.

Moreover, Hinduism isn’t a religion even in the sense the non-Hindus use the word.

It’s a system of life actually.

No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.

Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.

Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.

But, they are the rulers now.

Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of humankind whether someone accepts it or not.

Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.

He openly says:

The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”

And by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, by God, Durgesh is right.*

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kissed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand wildly.

“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.

“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”

“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”

“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”

“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.

“Well, the court would never accept she received the money. It’s Ved Nagar. Never forget. Justice is the most prevalent factor here in judiciary.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.

“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kept laughing crying and kissing Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

“You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now. You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now.”

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.

“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”

“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”

“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”

“I agree with Muħammad bin Qāsim. I declare you’ve replaced me successfully. Congratulations, new managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s hand and forcibly took him to their bedroom.

She undressed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand herself, undressed herself too and pushed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand on the bed.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was already sucking Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s Uncut Hindu Prick violently.

She was aggressive absolutely.*

It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.

I studied the beautiful woman with interest.

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.

There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.

But it softened to a twinkle gradually.

“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”

I smiled.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.

I winked at her.

“Protect you from what?”

“From my own younger brother Muħammad Ůsmān and my own son, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”

“What?”

“Surprised?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“They say you are specialist in Musalmān Beauties.”

“Well?”

“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”

“I know that.”

“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”

“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”

“I see.”

“She is a problem girl.”

“I understand.”

“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”

“I appreciate your concern.”

“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gave Kħadījah Muħammad the required information.

She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.

I watched her carefully.

“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”

“How long is it so?”

“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”

“Your husband?”

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”

“You revolted against him?”

“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”

I smiled.

“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”

“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”

“I know very well?”

“Sure, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ. Who the hell, more than you, knows both of the sexiest bitches?”*

I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.

Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.

I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.

“You didn’t lie, baby,” I said to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. “She’s gorgeous. Squeeze your nipples for us, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  sucked me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

The wet, sucking noises Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s beautiful mouth made was only serving to turn Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  on more.

“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”

With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.

She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to lap across the head of my pulsing Hindu member and to let to run my lusty black eyes over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.

“Do you want to show Durgesh your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” she asked, pumping my rigid Hindu organ with her firmly closed Musalmān fist.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth watered watching Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  stroking me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.

“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  whimpered.

“Say it.”

Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.

I sophisticatedly, yet hungrily still, drank in the sight of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s young, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ   said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”

“Ohhh yes, baby, yes,” I smiled confidently, watching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah‘s smooth beautiful Musalmān hand stroking my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood silently, aching to take my thick Hindu meat deep inside her throbbing Musalmān sex.

“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.

What were we doing?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.

Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.

“Bend over, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.

“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.

Her heart thudded in her chest as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood there bent over at the waist, waiting, her wet slit in view for her Hindu lover Durgesh.

“Reach underneath yourself and spread your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt open for us.” Her best friend ordered breathlessly.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.

Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot juice trickled down the back of her hand and the inside of her thighs with the intensity of her lust.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”

I smiled.

“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …I want Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside me…”

“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rubbed her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in firm circles as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and I approached her.

I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ settled with her thighs wide open on the chair in front of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed lustily at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s wet, pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was quivering in anticipation of my Hindu male lips.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah bit off her cry of pleasure as I buried my warm Hindu mouth in her ravenous Musalmān  mound.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s own tongue delved deep into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s tightening fuck hole.

Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s nose nuzzled against her hard clit as she expertly tongued Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“How does it feel to have Durgesh penising you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  asked softly, her fingers tangling in her thick hair.

All Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could give in response was a guttural moan as my hot Uncut Hindu Lund  stabbed at her engorged Musalmān clitoris.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smiled.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  God, she tasted good!

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot contracted as she neared orgasm.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth continued the assault on her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s  cries of pleasure grew louder.

Her fists tugged frantically in her hair as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ate Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth, moaning low in her throat.

“Fuck me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried.

So hot was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah that she was close to tears. “Please…put your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me, Durgesh!”*

I smiled,

“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”

“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”

“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.

“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”

“Well, I believe in ‘Ut dévā avhitam dévā unnayathā punah’, ‘Indr, préhi purastvam’, ‘Udyānam té purush, nāvyānam’, ‘Utkrāmātah, purush, māvpatthā’…”

“Well, well, well, Allah Allah, young man. I’m a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman. I don’t know your Vedic Sanskr’t.”

I smiled.

“I’m sorry. I mean…”

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,

“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”

“What?” now I was surprised.

“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.

“Well,”

“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”

I smiled empathetically.

Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.

She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.

Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā were her most loyal directors now in her Yåqūb group of companies.

Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā wanted you to learn Vedic Sanskr’t?” I smiled.

“No, but I wanted to impress Nāzimah Yåqub that I also know Vedic Sanskr’t. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is also happy that I’m so interested in her Hindu lover’s psychology.”

“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.

“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*

I didn’t need another word more.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  hole.

I slid it forward, teasingly, pushing it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot lips as my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft scorched every straining nerve ending.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.

“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ   whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”

With that, I buried my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, drawing an animal groan from the pit of her stomach.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.

My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s mound humped faster into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her juices running steadily unto her tongue.

“Fuck yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…yesss…eat her baby girl…” I breathed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, baby, I’m going to cum inside you…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.

“Yes! Do you want Durgesh‘s Hindu cum in you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Tell me you want it!”

“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“I want your Hindu cum inside me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.

A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.

I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.

Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.

I followed her with a soft grunt.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.

“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.

 Chapter 8

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 10

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cannot be defeated now without Durgesh’s help.

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

And that man in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s life is Durgesh.

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

She was one of Durgesh’s those countless Musalmān stepdaughters who never accepted Durgesh their stepfather.

They wanted Durgesh as their own Hindu lover despite the fact that their own Ammīs were Durgesh’s Live in Relationship Partners.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has forgotten the fact that Durgesh was not her exclusive property.

Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh as her lifelong Hindu lover if she wanted to.

Durgesh was the man who was never accepted as any woman’s stepson, stepbrother or stepfather.

No woman was crazy enough to accept such a platonic relationship with Durgesh ever.

In countless cases Durgesh has tried to be a platonic faithful stepson, stepbrother and stepfather to different countless Musalmān Beauties.

Yet, it was the cold and hard fact that Durgesh never succeeded in it.

No Musalmān Beauty, irrespective of her age difference or religious differences, was crazy enough to accept such platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Sooner or later either Durgesh had to surrender to her sexual needs or Durgesh was raped by her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

The more Durgesh tried to establish a platonic relationship with a woman, the more Durgesh was desired by her sexually.

There were so many Musalmān stepsisters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

There were so many Musalmān stepdaughters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

But it was proved ultimately that even they were not faithful to their ardent Musalmān husbands.

Sooner or later either they themselves seduced Durgesh to fuck them or they even went to the extent that they fucked Durgesh themselves.

Some of them even rapped Durgesh when Durgesh was adamant to keep his platonic relationship with them.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know even a single woman who had her platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Perhaps Durgesh’s own Ammī Ħuzūr was the only woman.

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found that it was not easy to make an appointment with Durgesh on even a matter of impotent business.

Durgesh’s appointment secretary was actually Durgesh’s feminist nudist lover, Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad replied, “Nowadays Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan handles these matters. I am a history now, my dear. Stop living in my glorious past.”

“Bājī,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained, “the great Kħadījah Muħammad can never be a history only, for Durgesh, ever. You are the woman Durgesh loved to marry with. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī is his wife only because Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī wanted it.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“Well, thank you. Nevertheless I’m not lucky enough to be Durgesh’s wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is. It’s a fact. And I have accepted it.”

“Bājī, I can’t get appointment from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to see Durgesh.”

“Why?”

“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is never against any Musalmān Beauty. Her friends say she is Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself.”

“Nonsense, Bājī. don’t tell me you also believe it.”*

It felt strange going back to the beginning after everything that’s happened since.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a different person now than Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was back then.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

She remembered really thinking that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah loved Al Fātimah Al Zohrah.

told her so!

I was Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first real boyfriend.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 18 years old, a senior in University, but Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was ready to believe anything.

I looked deep into Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes and told Al Fātimah Al Zohrah that I would never leave her.

She sighed wistfully and thought Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was in Heaven.

Little did she know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged her or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to see how far Ålī ibn Abī Tālib would go for her first?

And lo and behold, the spineless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī cut Musalmān nūnī   didn’t even try to fuck her once she put on the slightest hard-to-get act.

To be honest, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not sure if Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would have let him or not.

However Ålī ibn Abī Tālib wouldn’t have been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’d let one of the neighboring Hindus, me, up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse her for a few weeks.

But Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still a real prick-tease when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was with me.

Now that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah thinks of it, though, she probably would have at least given me a hand-job if I had only asked for it.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 5’8″, 120 lbs., and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was already 18 years old she know for a fact that she looked quite young for Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s age.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah also knew that she’d certainly turned some heads.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

Most Hindus  would do Al Fātimah Al Zohrah without a second thought.

They liked Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.

And Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had what she called ” Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blowjob lips”—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick Al Fātimah Al Zohrah often wore.

In University one would have thought of Al Fātimah Al Zohrah as the “all-Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl”.

No one—no one—would have thought that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would become the University Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Sex goddess.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah used to wear long—long—skirts.

Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty back then, don’t get her wrong.

This isn’t some “She’s So Fine” ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story.

No, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was hot even with all that extra clothing on.

But things certainly got a bit more interesting when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to show Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s self off a bit.

The week after Ålī ibn Abī Tālib broke up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was miserable.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week Al Fātimah Al Zohrah just felt depressed.

By Friday the depression had begun to fade and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was just feeling angry.

Who the hell did he think Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was?

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wouldn’t shove his cut Musalmān nūnī  in Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was no good?

Fuck him!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up.

The Friday after he had broken up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah she stayed late at University, working in the library on a paper.

Outside, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could hear the debate team doing squats, but inside the University was almost completely deserted.

By 5:00, when the library finally kicked her out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah went to Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker, on the second floor, across from the boys’ locker room.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so she knew that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not the last one in the University.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah opened Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker and slowly began putting her books away.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mind was still racing and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still fuming at the way Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had been treated earlier in the week.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was thinking about the way in which Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would really show Ålī ibn Abī Tālib how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah with a perfect chance.

All of the sudden Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room.

The door slammed open and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a loud “thwack!” split the air.

Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Durgesh crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind me.

I was a nice guy.

The University had invited me to deliver some lectures on perfect scientific life today.

I had been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s lab instructor in Chemistry class the previous semester.

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

I was a Pure Mathematics-Applied Mathematics-Physics student even in my graduation.

Yet, I was requested to instruct them in Chemistry too with the help of their lady Chemistry Professor.

There was a rumor that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had her clandestine sexual relations with me, to the extent that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had even cuckolded her otherwise very respected husband, Professor Åbdul Raħmān Hāshmī.

“Nonsense,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had scolded her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, “Shame on you. Durgesh is your Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner. Isn’t he?”

“So what? He can’t fuck our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, too, as he fucks my Ammī?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chuckled.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

She couldn’t imagine a girl talking of her own real Ammī in such a sexy manner.

“Watch your language, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” At length, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah said ultimately.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

“Try to say anything about your Ammī in somewhat more descent words.”

“Sālī, every woman fucks a man.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed, “That’s how we come into this world. My Ammī fucked my Abbū and gave birth to me. Similarly your Ammī fucked your Abbū and gave birth to you.”

“And our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fucked Durgesh and gave birth to Shubhésh?”

“Tell me another reason why she named her son Shubhésh? Isn’t Shubhésh a Hindu name?”

“You want to say Shubhésh is our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s son from Durgesh?”

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

The raspy Hindu male voice on the other end told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting used to the prank calls by this time since they had been happening for at least a month or longer.

Nothing ever came of it.

Some nights Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get the calls.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, wasn’t concerned either.

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

Unfortunately neither of them knew at the time how wrong they were.

Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah about his upcoming business trip Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged him to either take her with him or not to go at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. “You are going to be fine.”

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

“It’s just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this? Allah, yā Allah! My God, woman, you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just wished she could be as calm about it as he was.

A few days later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad once again to take her with him as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah helped him pack.

“We’ve been over this!!” Muħammad shouted at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.” Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman.”

Quietly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah left the bedroom and let him finish packing.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t shake the fear growing inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was angry at herself for feeling this way and angry at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, for not giving a damn.

That night they went to bed both of them their own sides and neither of them was touching the other one.

But that seemed to be the way it went for them anymore.

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened her eyes to watch as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband dressed.

Even if they were having problems Kħadījah Al Tāhirah still found him very unconcerned.

“Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?”

“Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way.”

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

‘Sad that after only two years of marriage they were at this point.’

Maybe when he gets back they can go to marriage counselling.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said to herself as she fell back asleep.

Waking up later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get a kiss before he left.

“Oh well maybe he’ll miss me and when he gets home we’ll have a great night of sex.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said with a laugh to the empty house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood.

It was daylight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah doubted if anyone could see inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

At first they were just the same old calls as before.

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.

“Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don’t you just go to hell!!!!!”

“Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up again and stared at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the receiver.

“Leave me ALONE!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah yelled.

“We can’t now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, KĦADĪJAH AL TĀHIRAH, JĀNUM! We know you are home all by yourself.” He laughed into the phone,” And we’ve loved the show you’ve been putting on all day for us, you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut!!”
Panicked now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ripped the phone from the wall.

Shaking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah walked to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom and it was then that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom window was opened.

She knew Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t open it because Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was running the A/C.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought about getting out of the house right then, but quickly realized Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was still naked and ran to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s closet for some clothes.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah should’ve just run outside nude, because when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the closet door Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a hard blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s head then nothing…..

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The voice called to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

She tried to move her arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet.

“Please just let me go.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged.

“Not until we’re done with you.”

At the mention of the word WE’RE Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to panic and pull against the rope.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked around Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom Kħadījah Al Tāhirah seen them.

There were six of them.

All of them seemed ready with their pants off and Uncut Hindu Cocks  in hand.

None of their Uncut Hindu Cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick.

She got even more afraid.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, was quite small.

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

They were going to kill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with their Uncut Hindu Pricks I kept thinking to herself.

“See we could’ve already had our fun with you. Only we wanted to wait until you were awake to be able to see, hear and feel what we are going to do to you. Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I assure you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, we won’t leave one hole untouched by our Uncut Hindu Cock. We are going to rape your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy first. When that begins to stretch out and get too filled with our Hindu cum, we are going to fuck your Musalmān asshole too. Ever had it in your asshole, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wouldn’t let Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fuck her there.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a Hindu boyfriend back in high school who tried it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

It hurt so bad Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying and told him to pull it out after only the head was inside.

So needless to say hearing them tell Kħadījah Al Tāhirah  they were going to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole and that there was nothing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could do to stop it this time.

It scared Kħadījah Al Tāhirah worse than them raping Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Don’t forget her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān mouth, Rāmmohan.” Someone from the group said.

“Never. I would never forget her beautiful, sexy Musalmān mouth. Before tonight is over, you will have six Uncut Hindu Cocks in every Musalmān hole you have at least once. But knowing my group, probably you would have them a lot more than once.”

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

He bent down and took one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples in his mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was ashamed to admit that if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah closed her eyes and imagined he was someone else it felt really good.

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

“You didn’t think this was going to be gentle, did you??” Rām Mohan laughed a vicious laugh as he started kneading Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s breasts hard and pinching the nipples even harder.

He took his Uncut Hindu Lund  and rubbed it on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s left tit leaving a trail of precum all over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipple.

“Yeah baby we are gonna have fun with you. A lot of fun.” Rām Mohan  then got up on the bed with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and positioned himself between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful bare Musalmān legs.

He felt Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Oh no we can’t have fun with a dry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Can we, Hindus??”

A chorus of “No’s” came from all the Hindus.

Rām Mohan started to open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips with his fingers and stared at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a smaller clit than most Musalmān Beauties  making it easy to spot.

Rām Mohan started to pinch and rub Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit as he worked the fingers of his other hand inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān slit.

Finding Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole he started to finger fuck her with first two fingers, then moved up to three.

The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s clit and finger fucking her was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wet.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the wetness seep out from between his fingers.

“That’s a good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.” Rām Mohan told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was horrified that he was able to make her wet!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Why every Hindu is such an expert in fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?

Rām Mohan repositioned himself back between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him starting to push inside her with his Uncut Hindu Lund head.

“You ready for some real major Hindu penetration, baby?”

“No please don’t do this.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s plea fell on deaf ears as Rām Mohan rammed his Uncut Hindu Lund to the hilt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was so much bigger than Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband; Muħammad’s that his Uncut Hindu Lund hurt!

Rām Mohan  pounded in and out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy several times.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was screaming so loud that one of his buddies had to cover Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

“Yeah Whore, how does this feel?? Either your husband is really small or he doesn’t fuck you very often because your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is tight as hell!”

The other Hindu men started stroking on their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

All of them were getting more turned on by the sight of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah spread on the bed with this Hindu man’s Uncut Hindu Lund ramming inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Please get out of me!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to beg but with the hand over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth it just sounded mumbled.

“Shut her up, Muħammad.” Ram Mohan, who Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could tell was their leader, told the man who was covering Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched an evil smile spread across his face as he straddled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s chest.

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

He was also named Muħammad, as her Musalmān husband was.

“Here, Bitch.” Muħammad held his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s now firmly closed mouth.

A strong punch to the side of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face made her cry out in pain and Muħammad used that opportunity to slide his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never had two Uncut Hindu Lunds inside her simultaneously.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel like a cheap Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.

Muħammad continued to rape Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face with Shiv Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund as Muħammad raped Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a vengeance.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was having trouble breathing between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s grunts and the Uncut Hindu Lund that was now wedged deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s throat.

After a time of them tag teaming her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel Rām Mohan’s balls tighten as they hit Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

Since Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad was Musalmān  he didn’t believe in birth control and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to beg him not to cum inside her.

But with the huge Uncut Hindu Lund  inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth, it just sounded like more grunts.

After a few more strokes Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Rām Mohan’s Hindu seed pouring into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s battered extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

Not long after his Uncut Hindu Lund shrank up and fell out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Shiv Shankar started filling Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth with his Hindu cum too.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had no choice but to shallow his Hindu spunk since his Uncut Hindu Lund was still deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

It was either swallow it or choke.

“Nice ride baby.” Rām Mohan was saying to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah as he wiped his Uncut Hindu Lund on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole and squeezing his penis so that the last bit of his Hindu cum was lubricating the Musalmān hole.

Then Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw three more of his Hindu men advanced towards the bed.

One of them, Prabhu Dayāl, untied Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet and turned her over.

“Up on all fours, Bitch.” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hesitated and was rewarded with another blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face from the man standing closest to her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lifted her lower body up as far as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could since there were still roped tying down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands.

But that was soon to be corrected.

Once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands were free from one of the ropes, one man got under Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body and lined his Uncut Hindu Lund up with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole.

With one hard upward thrust Prabhu Dayāl was inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She grunted as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt Prabhu Dayāl’s big Uncut Hindu Lund fill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Then Harihar Sharmā got in front of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Once again Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was filled both in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Shiv Shankar rubbing something on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to move away as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt his Uncut Hindu Lund tearing open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

The burning pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān ass obliterated the pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and throat.

At once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew this was the owner of the ten inch Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I gotta break you in, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum. How do you like being fucked like the bitch you are?” Shiv Shankar laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s controlled her nose also from beginning to run as it always did whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cried making it even harder to breathe.

It was a sheer foolishness to accept before these sex obsessed Hindus that she was being humiliated and disgraced.

Let them understand they were actually serving her, instead of humiliating her.

Let the six rascals understand Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is enjoying their Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān holes.

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

Her noncooperation with them can’t change the facts even a bit.

The fact is now Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is not a One Man Woman anymore.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā , Rām Mohan, Prabhu Dayāl, Harihar Sharmā, Niranjan Pandit and Nārāyañ Tripāŧhī are now her new Hindu lovers.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is now their woman whether she liked it or not.

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never agreed with the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

He has put his five men in Shiv Senā and BJP.

She knew it very well.

So, these are the five men Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā has in Shiv Senā and BJP?

Why not adopt the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now?*

Before long Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body was covered in sweat and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was making sounds Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never made before.

“Yeah that’s right Cum Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, take this big Uncut Hindu Lund deep in your lovely Musalmān asshole.” Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him deep deep in her bowels.

The burning intense pain almost made her pass out again, but the man whose Uncut Hindu Lund was in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth slapped her across Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face.

“None of that now, baby. I need this Uncut Hindu Lund sucked….Dry!!” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

Finally the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy started to cum and watching this the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth soon followed.

But the strong Hindu Congressman, Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā  in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s constantly quivering Musalmān asshole, still continued with his savage Hindu thrusts in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bowels.

He finally, after another ten hours at least, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ten long hours? Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t believe herself she was being fucked now for ten hours continuously nonstop by these Hindu scoundrels.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā filled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole with his sticky Hindu cum.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sighed a relief when he was finally out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole completely.

Throughout the rest of the night and most of the early morning hours too, not one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān holes was that wasn’t filled by an Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu cum flowing out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy like a sink faucet and even Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s distended and open Musalmān asshole couldn’t hold the Hindu cum in, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt it continuously flowing down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs.

The Hindu men took pictures and even made a movie of her while after all this torment Kħadījah Al Tāhirah actually had an orgasm.

They threatened to show them to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ever said anything.

They don’t have to worry Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never would.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never could after Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cummed for these savage Hindu men as many times as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could.

After this experience, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew now that she was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, for these six powerful Hindus.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah belong to these Hindu men that visit her regularly now when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, is out of town or even sometimes while he’s at work.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah can’t even honestly call it rape anymore.

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

She is also now somewhat a Sidrah Aħmad an Al Fātimah Al Wahāb actually.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

To make it worse as if it could get worse, now whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fucks her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah have to closes her eyes and pretends she is being gang raped by the group of Hindu men who still visits her often.

And only then can Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cum for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad.

Not without it.*

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was on the debate team, but was not a mindless athlete.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty smart, actually, and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was somewhat popular I didn’t let it get to my head.

The moment I saw her, I fumbled into the hallway, gave a cute little smile, and promptly dropped my towel.

Well!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled about the incredible situation Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had just been placed in.

Here Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was, newly single, and one of the hottest guys in the University stood before her, naked as the day Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was born.

I winked at her softly before Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes travelled from my, down the length of my torso before they came to rest on the long, thick Hindu mass that was erect now between my legs.

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah whimpered softly. “You’re erect like a rhinoceros.” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded as how she really felt—in total awe.

I stared back in self pride for a few seconds, before my face erupted into an enormous grin.

“Yo, Shankar!” I called over my shoulder. “Come out here and look what I got us!”

My words sent a shiver through Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s spine.

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah didn’t know Shankar, the leaner boy who appeared behind me with the twisted-up towel swung over my shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on my body.

But he looked familiar; Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was sure Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had seen him around somewhere.

His short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to my hair.

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah  my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t stop staring at it, and I caught it on pretty fast.

“Whatcha doing here so late, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah?” I asked, establishing eye contact with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah. I started to walk forward. “A girl could get into a lot of trouble alone here.”

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

“Oh I know,” she said, feigning innocence. “I hadn’t been the smartest tonight. Why, do you think there might be some

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

When they gangbanged her first, Nāzimah Yåqūb had sucked Mahéshvar most.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was the tastiest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth than the Uncut Hindu Lund of Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā both.

Nāzimah Yåqūb had smiled at both Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā when they complained.

“What do you want to say? I prefer Mahéshvar Bachhalyā more on both of you?”

“Isn’t it a fact?” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý was concerned now somewhat.

Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý,” Brahmdév Sharmā said to him curtly, “Mahéshvar is a Bachhalyā. Don’t forget Musalmān Beauties were always after Bachhalyās. The entire human history stands to evidence for it.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

His Bachhalyā Uncut Hindu Lund was standing perpendicular and Nāzimah Yåqūb was enjoying it very much going constantly up and down on it.

“Jealous of Mahéshvar Bachhalyā, my dears?” she smiled patronizingly at Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā.

Nāzimah Yåqūb,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý smiled too, “You are forgetting the fact that Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is actually married to Brahmdév Sharmā’s sisters, Vipr Mohinī Sharmā, Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā.”

“All the three of them?” Nāzimah Yåqūb watched them with a smirk on her extremely beautiful face.

“Well,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý adjusted his body in a different manner on the sofa chair, “Vipr Mohinī Sharmā is actually Mahéshvar Bachhalyā’s duly married wife. But both Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā are also his Live in Relationship Partners. You know it very well.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

“I know everything of you all very well, Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā. Brahmdév Sharmā, your wife, Jāhnavī Dīxit has also fucked Mahéshvar Bachhalyā. Hasn’t she?”

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

“How dare you?” Brahmdév Sharmā thundered at his wife, “You want me to cuckold to Durgesh?”

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

“If you don’t bring Durgesh to me, I would fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.”

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is your nandoī.” Brahmdév Sharmā gritted his teeth.

“Lord Vishñu were also Vr’ndā’s and Tulsī’s nandoī.” Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at her Brāhmañ husband, “yet, he fucked both Vr’ndā and Tulsī. Didn’t he?”

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, am I not enough for you?”

“You Brāhmañs lack manly vigor for us Brahmkanyās. Only Bachhalyās can provide us that.”

“You are crazy.”

“I want to suck you, Brahmdév Sharmā.” Jāhnavī Dīxit told her Brāhmañ husband bluntly, “would you allow me?”

“Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Brahmdév Sharmā shouted, “Sālī, you are a Brahmkanyā. Never forget it.”

“How foolish and stupid you Brāhmañs are, my dear Brāhmañ husband.” Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed ironically, “You allow Musalmān Beauties to suck you, but not your own Brāhmañ wives. You Brāhmañs are also sick of your religion as the Musalmīn are.”

“Shut up! You bitch.”

“Bring Durgesh for me. Otherwise I’d fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.” Jāhnavī Dīxit had threatened Brahmdév Sharmā.*

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

“Hello everybody, Nāzimah, some Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wants to see you.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

“I know so many Kħadījah Al Tāhirahs.  I don’t know who this one is out of them.”*

Chapter 11

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 9

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 9

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan

My palms were holding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  still now.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I love the way your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezes around my Uncut Hindu Lund , so tight and grasping.”

“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Durgesh, I need you legally too.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I received a call from my elder sister, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when I was with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram.”

“Oh,”

“I need your legal guidance and help.”

I smiled,

“I’m at your service, my darling.”

“You know Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.”

“Yes, I know that.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was making me push back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah more and more, trying to get it inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I chuckled again.

“What’s the matter Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in frustration, whimpering in need.

“Tell me what you want honey?” I smiled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her face flush in embarrassment.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about telling me that she wanted me to fuck her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She wanted me to fuck it hard with my Uncut Hindu Lund, after I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She controlled herself and shifted her mind to her legal problem once again,

“We started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops before Ruqayyah Bājī were married.”

“I know that too.” I smiled, “You each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares that you both gave to Nafīsah Salmān to qualify her so there’d be three on the board of directors.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“You do remember?”

“Only because your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, wanted me to be the third director instead of Nafīsah Salmān.”

“That was very brilliant of Abbū. We couldn’t understand it then. We―” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused to watch my reaction, “we suspected that it was your strategy to fuck both of us sisters.”

I didn’t comment, only smiled empathetically.

“When we offered the third directorship to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, we didn’t know we were buying the enmity of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“She is crazy.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, so much that she thinks everyone who has friendly relationships with Nafīsah Salmān, is ineludibly her enemy.”

“The problem is, Durgesh darling, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a big competitor. She controls the bulk of the retail flower business where we have our Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. I’ve always liked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She’s rather naïve in some respects. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has learned too much from you in last three years. You’re a multi zillionaire and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is also a zillionaire now.  She is herself a shrewd business woman, hard boiled, immensely tactful and with a great deal of native ability.”

“You are right, but where does she come into picture?” I asked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

I didn’t tell her that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was herself in need of me.

At night, after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram had gone, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come here.*

The coupe purred up the winding highway.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan’s dark eyes, usually so expressive, were now held in a hard focus of intense concentration as she guided the car around the curves.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty five.

But her sister Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan used to say:

“Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan never looks her age. She either looks five years younger or three years older.”

At her side, I held the door handle.

It was so that swaying around the curves wouldn’t swing my weight over against my left elbow.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had told me,

“It’ll be stiff for a while but it wouldn’t hurt. Try and work that stiffness out. Keep from jarring it as much as you can.”

A few hundred feet below the car, jumping from foam flecked rocks to dark, cool pools, a mountain stream churned over boulders, laughed back the sunlight in sparkling reflections, filled the canyon, the valley, with the sound of tumbling water.

The road crossed the mountain torrent on a suspension bridge.

It started a slanting climb up the other side of the canyon.

It mounted at length to a pine-clad plateau, highland.

“Tired?” I smiled at Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“Hey― certainly not. Never with you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! A little worried, that’s all.”

Off to the left, the southern Ved Nagar sunlight turned the towering granite mountains into a dazzling brilliance.

It made the shadows below seem as blotches of ink.

The road wound along a plateau, a highland region.

The pine trees oozed there scent into the warm dry air.

Far off to the right, the heat haze that enveloped the lowlands looked like molten brass whipped up to a creamy consistency and poured into the valley.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan negotiated a sharp turn.

She concentrated on the road entirely.

Then, on a brief straightaway, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a glance,

“I think you are tired instead. Almost your first day here and I drag you up here to Ammī’s cabin. Moreover, you had your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club too.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted. I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled vividly.

“Yet, I’m not tired, believe me.” I smiled too, “I’d just forgotten about this place.”

“Never say it when Ammī is present.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “she always talk proudly how she spent the most precious moments of her life with you in this cabin.”

“It was a long time ago, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan. I’m getting reacquainted with the places.”

“Didn’t your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club tire you?”

“Not me,” I laughed, “never. Maybe it tired the audience instead.”

“Nonsense. That’s not true. And you know me better that I can never mean it that way.”

“It’s all right, darling.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They wanted to feed me what the antiHindu media had fed them.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.

“And what’s that?”

“The sold out, ever untrue, antiHindu media has tried its best to impress that Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, is the real hero of these assembly elections in Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur.”

“He isn’t?”

“What do you yourself think? Is he?”

“No.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan accepted, “I think actually B. C. Khanduri is the Man of these Assembly Elections in five states.”

“You too think it?” I smiled, “Why?”

“Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, has used an already prepared background, prepared by his father Mulayam Singh Yadav. B. C. Khanduri couldn’t do it. His former chief minister of Uttarakhand had prepared a land of thorns for B. C. Khanduri. He was deputed to Uttarakhand to convert entire negative done by his former colleague, into positive.”

I watched Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan sophisticatedly.

“Keep it on. You are doing very good, I think.”

“Thank you. B. C. Khanduri didn’t have as much time as it was needed. Yet he succeeded in winning 31 seats against Indian National Congress’s 32.”

“Yes. I think your analysis is quite correct. If B. C. Khanduri had had optimum time, he would have certainly brought BJP into power once more, consecutively in Uttarakhand too.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan suddenly changed the subject.

Durgesh, are you going to help Ammī?”

“She has requested me to drop in and help her managing my affairs to make it at my earliest.”

“She needs you very much, Durgesh. She needs someone she can trust― not like― oh well.”

“Muħammad Qāsim, eh? Didn’t that turn out all right, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Let’s not talk about it.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan said jadedly, “No. It didn’t turn out all right, definitely. But Muħammad Qāsim was Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan’s own choice. I’d rather not discuss it.”

I watched her keenly.

“I won’t tell Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan that you discussed her husband Muħammad Qāsim with me.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan raised her eyebrows.

Durgesh, my sisters haven’t proved prudent enough to take care of themselves. Ammī is worried of their welfare. How the three of us tried to stop Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan not to marry Muħammad Qāsim. But she charged us that we want her to join your bed.”

“Let’s not talk of the past now.”

“Why not? Isn’t the actual problem there in their past? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had married Muħammad Ůsmān. What Muħammad Ůsmān has done? Is he anyway better than Muħammad Qāsim?”

“Neither Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah nor her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, is your problem.”

“The hell he isn’t.”

“What do you mean?”*

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was there when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seated at her desk.

It was the glass-enclosed office of the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah selected a blue crayon of exactly the right shade.

Clever at sketching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah used crayons to help her visualize just how flower groupings would appear.

Now, with a rough sketch of Ħanīfah Åbbās dining room at her left, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was trying to get something.

Something that would go nicely with the excellent green candles Ħanīfah Åbbās intended to use for illumination.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tapped on the glass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her sketches to one side and nodded to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that she might come in.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

She honored Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s permission as she did everything else, without any outward indication of what her thoughts might be, without any change in her pace.

Extremely beautiful Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never gave any indication how dangerous she might be to the persons not supporting her views.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s one of the closest friends.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad movements.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never showed she was even more perilous than even a big boned man of hard muscles was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard the rumors that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually a Parahuman.

Most of her friends believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself and her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān was also a Parahuman Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrahrz.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at these senseless rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thirty three only.

Yet, she was the most scared of Musalmān Beauty today.

A no nonsense, no compromise, feminist nudist One Man Woman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

She hated the non-ardent Musalmīn to the extent that she preferred noble doer Hindus even on them, as Live in Relationship Partners, for entire Musalmān Beauties.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t have any faith in marriage institution at all.

She preferred Live in Relationship instead.

“Marriage institution was devised for the benefits of evil doer mankind only.” She used to say, “Why can’t every male be a noble doer?”

In last three years, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved miraculous wealth and a virtual monopoly in so many businesses.

Beside my HVSI, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also had her own countless organizations having herself the lifelong chairperson.

Especially, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a virtual monopoly on Ved Nagar’s retail flower business.

She went to great pains to fit into the role of a successful businesswoman.

Her suits were well tailored, and her nails were carefully manicured and polished.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always striking a note of incongruity.

“I always appreciate the women working late.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also smiled in response.

“I nearly always work late. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Reports on the payroll, income tax, estimates, and a hundred things. Anyhow, it’s only seven o’clock now.”

“You’ve been having it pretty hard since Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Bājī, has stopped helping you optimum. Haven’t you?”

“Oh, I’m getting along all right.”

“How is your Bājī?”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Yes.”

“Enjoying her married life with Muħammad Ůsmān a lot better.”

“Proving successfully thus that your Ammī and you were wrong?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan judiciously.

“Do you really believe it?”

“Nonsense. I know it was your formal answer. Actually, Muħammad Ůsmān has proved himself to be a nuisance.”

“He is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s headache.”

“You’ve three stores here at Ved Nagar. Haven’t you?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled courteously.

“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah observed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ingeniously.

She knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thoroughly familiar.

Not thoroughly familiar with the stores and their locations but generally with the amount of business they did too.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Well, I sort of thought it might be a good plan to invest a little money with you Muħammad Åbdullah sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some stock in your corporation.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled and shook her head.

“Thank you Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. But we are getting along all right. This is a very small very close corporation.”

“Perhaps it ain’t as close as you think it is.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan suggested significantly.

“Close enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I have all the stock between us.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes twinkled out at her from under equally beautiful eyebrows,

“Tut tut, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You’ll have to think again.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned for a moment, then laughed,

“Oh, that’s right. There’s a certificate of five shares that was given to your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when we incorporated. We needed three on the board of directors. That stock was just to qualify your Ammī as a director.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled a folded stock certificate from her purse,

“Well, it was really very difficult to have that stock transferred to my name. However, Nafīsah Salmān is my own Ammī. I know her more than any of you girls.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was dumbfounded.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to say,

“By hook or crook, whatsoever you think of me, I took over the stock. You can transfer this certificate on the books and issue me a new one on my own name. Will you please?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned the certificate over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands.

“Reckon you’ll find it all in order.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “endorsement all okay an’ everything.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put the stock certificate down on the desk.

She looked up at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan frankly.

“Look here, you anti Musalmīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bitch. I don’t believe that you are a Parahuman. I laugh at the rumors that you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. You can’t be ever. What’s common there between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and a feminist nudist Musalmān bitch like you? Nothing, I say. You are exactly opposite what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā was.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan only smiled ingeniously.

“I don’t like this.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “It isn’t fair. I don’t know just what you have in mind. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has herself brought it to show me to what extent you are trying to destroy us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced a newspaper to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She indicated an advertisement there:

‘You stockholders of the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar  invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your children, and your heirs.

What are you getting?

Aside from a stroke of pure luck, what has Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah done for you?

She says she is “pyramiding”.

She says she is “building”.

She says she is laying a “firm foundation”.

That’s not the way the most expert operators in the business, look at it.

These people say Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah is laying an egg.

You are entitled to a run for your money.

You’re entitled to action.

You want to make a profit now, next year, and the year after, not ten years or twenty years from now.

Mail your proxy to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage.

And, then, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in results, not promises.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in action, not idle planning; in decisions, not daydreaming; in performing, not hoping.’

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“What do you want to imply?”

“Nothing to imply.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “I am saying you expressly, not implying. You’re a competitor. We don’t want you snooping in our business. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī shouldn’t have transferred that stock. I suppose she couldn’t very well have helped herself under the circumstances. Yet I want you to know where we stand.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unflappably.

“I know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, business is business. You overlooked a bet on that stock, and I didn’t. I like you. I want you to like me. Yet anytime you make a business mistake an’ I can cash in on it, I’m to do it.”

“Aren’t you already a Live in Relationship Partner of a multi zillionaire? Aren’t you already a zillionaire yourself?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tersely.

“That’s not the matter. I believe in gaining more and more power for myself to promote my own values. I don’t want to be dependent on Durgesh even most of us Musalmān Beauties auspiciously do.”

“So you accept you aren’t a Parahuman? Aren’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“That I always leave on yourself to decide.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cleverly, “Neither your belief in me can strengthen me anymore nor your incredulity.”

“I’m trying to understand you.”

“You are most welcome. Millions of Musalmān Beauties are trying to understand me nowadays. I did it in only three years of my Live in Relationship with Durgesh. My Ammī couldn’t do it.”

“Your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, is a jewel of us Musalmān Beauties. You can’t even reach her moral height ever.”

“I never wanted to. Don’t worry. What I was telling you is that it’s business. You know we would work out a deal on the rest of that stock. You could stay on here. You can even manage it. I’d take fifty one percent and―”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised her hand to stop Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Let me complete my offer dearie. You could make just as much money as you’re doing now. Why aren’t you progressive? You have to lose nothing. You are instead having unlimited capital back of you for expansion. My zillion, Durgesh’s multi zillions. I’d make a good partner.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has already told me how good a partner you’ve proved for her.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been a disruptive influence in HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar ab initio. Finally, there had been a showdown before the board of directors. According to the Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, it was simply a stroke of luck that the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar had been right in the middle of the Turkey Ridge pool.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She didn’t contradict what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying in her Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s defense.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on.

“After that pool came in, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī could have declared big dividends, pushed up the value of the stock. Instead, she had chosen to put the money into other holdings potentially as big as the Turkey Ridge pool. You lost to convince the board of directors. Didn’t you?”

“Your Bājī, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, has succeeded in filling the board of directors with her own paid persons. That’s why I’m after Proxy battle. That’s the only way now to show those blind witted persons what I’m proposing to them.”

“I don’t believe you. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī doesn’t believe you. The board of directors of HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar doesn’t believe you.”

“Let me show them that the stockholders believe me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“That’s neither here nor there. No, thank you. We’re doing fine as it is.”

“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “All you three sisters, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, and you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah are worthless as far as the progress beyond limit is concerned. Anyway, will you please enter the stock transfer of those five shares?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched her deviously.

“What are you trying to do in my corporation?”

“Nothing.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed with a ingenuousness that was patiently assumed, “I promise you not to interfere with your work. I’ll be a silent partner. Okay? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! how difficult it is even to lead someone to her own progress. Go ahead and make a lot of money. Now that I have an interest, I like to see executives working late.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled and raised her extremely beautiful frame from the chair.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lumber down the aisle of the flower shop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really after.

She wanted NDA Government at the center too.

It was rumored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was also supporting Anna Hazare and his team in compelling UPA II government to resign.

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club were also supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s keen eyes, under those thirty three years old extremely beautiful ardent feminist nudist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyebrows, missed no detail.

She was worried that her sixteen extremely beautiful feminist nudist aunts, the sixteen sisters of her own father, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, were also equally ardent feminist nudists as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was confident that her aunts were with Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never believed it.

She was surer now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had her ardent supporters in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own household.

While Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have any strong supporter in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s household, neither in her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, nor in her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement.

For some minutes, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat in deep thought.

Then she put away her sketches.

She called her personal assistant, Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Close up at nine thirty, Umm Kulsūm. I won’t be back.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!” Umm Kulsūm addressed her.

“Yes, Umm Kulsūm.”

“Why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is so after our family?”

“You are my elder sister.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her, “Yet don’t worry till your younger sister is in charge here.”

“Fātimah, you look worried to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is not a joke. However, I’d manage. You don’t worry Umm Kulsūm Bājī.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused for a moment to survey herself in the full-length mirror near the front of the store.

She was not herself less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Should she try to attract Durgesh’s attention herself?

Well, Durgesh was her aunts’ Live in Relationship Partner.

Yet, she hadn’t seen Durgesh for a long time.

Along with an extremely beautiful figure, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the experience acquired through seven years of building up a remunerative business.

The experience had made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah alert mentally and physically.

It had given her a certain aura of dynamic efficiency that kept her muscles hard, firm, and free of excess unnecessary flesh.

Only a worker could have had her alert efficiency and trim lines.*

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah watched her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, out of the door.

Her eyes were somewhat bitter.

Yet they were slightly contemplative too.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah represented dynamic youth.

She was two years elder to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

But she was more vivacious than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  was.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes  were the explosive forces of new wine.

Being even younger to Umm Kulsūm, Fātimah had the mature individuality of a vintage wine.

It was only natural for Umm Kulsūm that she possessed beauty, impatient of the “slow but sure” recipe for success.

Umm Kulsūm asked herself the question,

‘What’s Fātimah got that I haven’t?’

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah asked this question not as a query.

She asked it as a groping, as a probing, attempt to define personality.

Yet the matters philosophical were far removed from Umm Kulsūm’s mental environment.

She opened a drawer in the counter.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had slipped Umm Kulsūm a box of candy as she came in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t see what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given to her elder sister Umm Kulsūm.

She must have been more cautious of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and more vigilant of Umm Kulsūm.

She had under estimated the treacherous prowess of both the smart Musalmān Beauties.

She didn’t know it was a fatal mistake.

She didn’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too friendly with Umm Kulsūm that it was detrimental to their business.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah took out the box of candy and bit into a chocolate.*

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan remembered that insulated under the canopy of low clouds the damp breadth of the snowfall almost felt warm to Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan under the covers in bed with me.

Twenty or more inches of powdery fresh snow blanketed the New England woods around the cabin, and snowflakes still falling the muffled early morning stirred her awake.

Brimming with sleepy excitement, she delighted in the enchanting winter wonderland just outside the cabin window.

Surrounded by the profound stillness, her arms at her sides, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan just laid there perfectly still the first few moments.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the snow, being at the cabin, being in my bed I asleep next to her.

The Hindu man most of the extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties dream of ever was available to her.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was proud of it and why shouldn’t she be?

Her shoulder was warm against mine.

Her nineteenth birthday was just a week away.

It was one more factor for Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan to be proud of.

She had won me when I was sixty three and she was only due to be nineteen.

What an experienced, or rather sexperienced Hindu she had managed to get for her.

No wonder even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends were jealous of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan rolled her shoulders together her nipples and breasts humming, a warm buttery was tingling between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d just awakened to a dream.

She was whispering to me,

“Touch me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! nnnnggh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! feels so good, Mérī Jān. don’t stop Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, it feels so good,”

I was leaning over her.

Her nightie was pulled from her bare shoulders.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I was squeezing her puffy hot nipples.

Squeezing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, I smiled at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Squeeze them Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu  Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yy, yesss, squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan touched the damp heat of her throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  through her nightgown wanting more than anything for it to not be just a dream.

When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the sensations of my fingers, my warm Hindu palm on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts.

The tingling feeling was still deep in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized slipping under the blankets and waking me, sucking me into her warm wet extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth,

“Nnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want your Uncut Hindu Lund, in…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  mouth,”

Her tremendously attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was flooding wet to the thought, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You like it, when I suck you, don’t you Mérī Jān,”

Thrilling herself, my fingers in her hair, I was pulling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth to my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yesss, fuck my little Musalmān mouth. Cum in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān. Let your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl make you feel good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined both of us were moaning her taking me deep in her throat lavishing my Uncut Hindu Lund with her tongue, then 69’ing me kissing her creamy hot little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d go wild sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund as I kissed her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me whimpering growling half-awake how much I loved fucking her warm little mouth,

“Ohhh lil baby, yesss, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My fingers were pulling through her hair.

I was whimpering in our private little world.

How good she was, my lil baby.

Our secret, that she was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

my ashvinātam little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my little lover sucking my throbbing hot hard Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth under the covers where no one would see.

Dreamily sleepy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan raised her nightgown, above her silky thin panties, and lightly pressed her fingers into her wet little slit.

Gushing out a hot quivering breath, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand under the delicate waistband and almost came touching her smooth shaven creamy Musalmān wetness.

The feeling was extraordinary.

Her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis was lifting to her fluttering fingers, her breaths fluttering in tandem when her handsome Hindu lover woke and started to get up trying to be quiet to not wake her.

She pretended to still be asleep as I stood braving the stark cold room to start a fire.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan reached out to touch my shoulder to stop me but pulled her hand back as I moved beyond her reach.

Sliding her hand back under the covers, brushed her fingers through her creamy pink Musalmān slit.

Her tender little hips barely raising and lowering as she drew in a breath, picturing my bottom in her hands, her Hindu lover, her lover between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs spread for me, wrapped ankles wrapped around my calves.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined pulling me deeper into her, my huge thick Uncut Hindu Lund fucking hot and thick inside her,

“Nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yesss, fuck me, fuck your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was so urgent and aroused, she gushed into the blankets words that could make her cum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me looking into her like a wild animal, me leaning to squeeze her full firm breasts,

“Nnnghh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! my nipples Mérī Jān, squeeze them…for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” her swollen hot nipples, her aching hot nipples, me fucking my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  harder deeper faster stretching her open.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me growling,

“That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, fuck my Uncut Hindu Lund, lil baby, yessss take my Uncut Hindu Lund, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, let Durgesh darling, téré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties, make my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl cum, cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund, my sexy little lover extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her fingers were brushing faster over her swollen little clit,

“My little baby, so tight, so soft, mmmm, lil baby, that’s right, be my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Images of mine that I was squeezing her hot aching swollen breasts into my hot Hindu masculine palms; she was fucking her own Hindu lover, squeezing me inside her.

Little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pictured her Hindu lover in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, she sucking me again,

“You love my warm little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, don’t you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! the way I suck you, pulling on you like this, don’t you Mérī Jān? your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl is sucking you. the way I use my ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tongue, my warm little mouth,”

her favorite fantasy, was her looking up into my eyes, “her little mouth,” me deep in her throat, loving giving me such pleasure, “fucking your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s warm little mouth,” she quivered all over, wanting me to hold her firmly by her hair, me cumming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her sucking me so hard, pulling on me, swallowing all of my hot ashvinātam Hindu cum.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan replayed the image again and again, seeing herself milking my Uncut Hindu Lund, building, jacking my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she purred under her breath fantasizing the copious amounts of my Hindu cum, loving me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” making herself cum to the thought of me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking me, her little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   quivering hot, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting my Hindu seed,

“Cum into my mouth Mérī Jān, my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! wherever you want Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck my little mouth Mérī Jān, nggghh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my little mouth,” she whimpered so hotly under her breath her body shook into the blankets, so her Hindu lover couldn’t hear.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me so hard the look on my face, my gripping her by her hair, exploding in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Ohhhh little baby,” I’d groan, “yesss, swallow my cum, baby, suck me baby, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, swallow my cum baby, ohhh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, lil baby, such a good little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl for me, my…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan stared at my broad shoulders my wide back my bottom me so palpable under the loose flannel of my soft cottony pajamas.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved my Hindu strength, the way I moved; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan recalled her tracing my two tattoos with her finger, one on my bicep, the other on my shoulder, me telling her their symbolism, the importance of their meaning for me.

She watched me light the fire, and rolled over onto her stomach, on top of the heat where her Hindu lover had been laying, pressed her swollen aching breasts, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly, her throbbing ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mound into my warmth, my lingering Hindu scent filling her with desire, a safe, luxurious warmth.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined lying on top of me, then kissing, my tongue in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Kiss me lil baby,” I’d whimper, “ohhh little baby, you’re so hot, so sexy,” her humping her shiny slippery wet bare mound against mine hard aching Uncut Hindu Lund, “that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” her wriggling on top of her Hindu lover, “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’s…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  were involuntarily rocking against the warm linens.

Her fingers were slipping in and out of her wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she hissed under her breath imagining me inside her, stretching her open, her moaning out, “nnngghuh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck me, your — your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān,”

Both her arms were under her, both her hands, her fingers were strumming over her throbbing little clit, subtly, covertly pushing in and out of her soft creamy wet little cunny, hidden from her Hindu lover heightening the intensity of her arousal,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ohhhh Goddd Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” cumming on her fingers, her entire body was taut, shaking, trying to not moan out loud.

Thinking she was still asleep, her Hindu lover moved about the cabin unselfconsciously tending to the fire, thoughts of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan in the bedroom, my little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan making me unbearably hard.

I’d woken to her feminine scent the lovely smell of her hair, her warmth right next to me and made myself get up.

In those first few instants of being awake my Uncut Hindu Lund was already throbbing hot hard, my balls tingling and warm needing release.

Lying next to incredibly sexy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan  I’d fantasized how easily I could just pull her on top of me, raise her nightie, grip her tight big bottom in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, fuck my hugely hard Uncut Hindu Lund into Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, bury my raging hard Uncut Hindu Lund into my little baby’s warm little tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I imagined her soft little voice, what her moans would sound like,

“Nnn, fuck me Mérī Jān, your…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was aching throbbing hard,

“Nnngguhhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ohhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yeah, so big in me Mérī Jān, yeah, deeper, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! In me, Mérī Jān.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how many times had I fantasized her sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“yesss, fuck my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān, cum in my warm little Musalmān mouth, let me make you cum, Mérī Jān,” my hands in her hair, her sucking me off, “cummm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” me cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot sucking eager little mouth, her fingers wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, her cupping my balls as I exploded as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan swallowed all of me fucking me with her beautiful little mouth, the same breaths Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d read poetry aloud to me from, the same glimmering excitement in her eyes, the same warm glow her looking so deeply into my eyes.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan could see my breaths in the cold room and closed her eyes when I turned to look back into the bedroom at her in my big bed.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan caught her breath seeing my grand Hindu erection tenting the front of my flannel pajamas.

still laying on her stomach, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pressed her fingers deep into her swollen wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan watched me take off my flannel pajama shirt, and felt herself cumming again.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah how hot her Hindu Piyā was.

Her sixty three years old Hindu Piyā.

While she herself was not even nineteen complete yet.

Yet Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan knew very well.

She was not alone yet to be nineteen who dreamed of Durgesh.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties were dreaming of me.

Even fucking me shamelessly.

Durgesh has proven age immaterial as far as the sex is concerned.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined us being lovers, Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, her Hindu man looking after her building a fire for her; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt warm all over with love and a hungry lusty desire for her Hindu lover.

Looking out from under her eyelashes, sure I wasn’t looking in her direction.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan studied my bare chest, imagined her fingers trailing through my chest hair, touched her fingers through her creamy wet little slit, waited for me to pull down my pajama bottoms, to see my erect ashvinātam Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of Musalmān Beauties!’s-Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined rubbing her bare cheek on my chest, smelling my scent, her big Musalmān bottom pushing up, in rhythm with her fingers fucking into her dripping wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny, just barely, so I wouldn’t notice her fucking her warm little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Thinking of me, strumming her fingers through her pink little slit her fingers burying in her slippery, creamy wet humming little slit, her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks pressing, rolling, so soft warm.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized the feel of the warmth of my Hindu male skin against hers.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts and nipples were tingling in my strong Hindu arms holding her to me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me pushing her against the cabin wall, me raising her nightgown, me pushing my hot hard throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund into her, me fucking Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, me taking her from behind, me cupping her hot aching tits in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, my grunts and hot breath.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself pushing up on her tiptoes, to kiss me, her rubbing herself on me, pressing against my Uncut Hindu Lund,

“Kiss me, Mérī Jān,” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d whimpered, “I want you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself rubbing on me through her nightgown, her naked underneath, just like the Musalmān beloved and her Durgesh darling, in one of the stories, in the book Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d found packed in one of the moving boxes.

How I let my nineteen-year-old Musalmān beloved climb into my bed, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan laid on my belly, my chest, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would make me hard just laying on me, whimpering in a little voice,

“nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! let me…be your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” making her Hindu lover hard, and as I got hard, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would rock her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis, her nightdress pushing up, her bare belly, her bare little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   sliding along the full length of my erection so soft and hard, my entering her, warm wet gliding in and out through the lips of her swollen hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined herself sliding like that on her Hindu lover.

Her nightie was pulled up.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping inside her, just the head at first, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts her bare groin so warm hot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the part in the story where the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl on the verge of cumming whimpered,

“Mérī Jān, I…I want you in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I…want to suck you, I want you to fill my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Can I Mérī Jān?”

The Hindu lover in the story let her, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucking me so deep into her warm wet willing little mouth, her cumming sucking me, my holding her by her hair, fucking my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s mouth, cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s eager hot sucking little Musalmān mouth.

The story made Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan squeeze her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts had swollen her nipples pushing into the blankets.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to make her Hindu lover hard, her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund in her little hands, looking up into my eyes, her taking me in her warm soft Musalmān mouth.

She quivered under the blankets imagining my hands on her head, in her hair, holding her as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucked me, my throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making me cum in her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Ohhh god, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan whimpered into the pillows, cumming on her fingers in my big bed, me just across the room.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was fantasizing over and again sucking me, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d please me like that every night under the covers.

When she opened her eyes again I’d already changed into my clothes and was going out the door to get more firewood icy and buried under the heavy bulk of powdery new snow.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan took the opportunity alone to bring herself to a quaking, wracking orgasm, imagining her Hindu lover climbing onto her from behind, straddling her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her warm little bottom pushed up into my warmth, my growling,

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You need your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund was entering her, my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, taking her from behind,

“Mmm, lil baby, so warm around My Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, push back, lil baby, you feel so good baby, make Durgesh darling feel good with your tight little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   baby, mmm. You like my big Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you sweetie,”

Taking her from behind, trapping her under my weight, “you like My big Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, don’t you lil baby? Let Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! have you lil baby”

My Hindu thrusts were continued against her tight big Musalmān bottom.

Her answer, was a guttural quivering,

“Yesss,”

My thick throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund was thrusting into her,

“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

The bed was shaking as she begged for more.

Cumming all over my hot hard pulsating thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as I exploded inside her, rope after rope of my ashvinātam hot Hindu cum was splashing inside her, my little yet young adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lover.

Lighting the fire, the heat from the flames was on my arms and chest reminded me of how last night sitting on the bed Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan came up to me, stood between my open knees like a lover would.

So sweet in her crisp white nightie how warm and soft Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt as I took her in my Hindu arms.

How beautiful Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was, how intelligent, the depth in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes as I looked up at her and we looked into one another.

Her so aromatic feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān warmth under her nightie, her firm breasts pressing out through her nightie, how they jostled, how my Uncut Hindu Lund stirred swollen aching hard.

The way she moved reminded me of her Ammī, Al Ghausiyah Al Åbbās, straddling me in bed, her sliding against mine Uncut Hindu Lund.

How her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes would close, how her face would turn skyward.

How a slight smile would turn her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just so.

How her red crimson extremely beautiful quivering young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips would part.

How her movements would smooth.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would cling to me, my little bear, whimpering,

“Mmmnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were slowing to little rocking movements, her pretending, “feels, so good Mérī Jān.”

I’d just smile back at her glowing on my Hindu lap, her hugging me,

“I love you, baby, so much,”

And she kissed me warmly on the lips, staring into my eyes smiling,

“My ever sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her Hindu ‘husband’s’ Uncut Hindu Lund was still so hard between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, wet with her cum as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped me inside her,

“Nnngggh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! so big, Mérī Jān, let me make you feel good Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

A young Musalmān woman now, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s weight was on one leg.

Her hip rested against my chest, leaning in toward me sitting on the bed her small hands on my shoulders, I breathed in her fragrance.

A freshly bathed powdery soft scent that made me remember years ago, the same fragrance coming from the bath I shared with her other numerous sisters.

That fragrance, to this day was one of the most erotic scents I could imagine.

A woman’s bath, her wet and glistening, in this case her other young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān sisters showering, bathing, washing their hair, the smell of shampoo, that indistinct sweet flowery feminine perfume.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing hard pointed directly up at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s Musalmān crotch through her gown, me hugging her to me, breathing in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s sweet feminine scent; Eīshān, how I loved her, Eīshān, how I wanted her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded ultimately to making me hungry to fuck Jet Musalmān Beauties very much.

Even I can’t deny it now.

That was the reason she made her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad even to rape me everywhere shamelessly if I didn’t agree to fuck them.

Being raped by her extremely beautiful Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad  everywhere every now and then, ultimately my subconscious mind had accepted it a normal happening.

Now it was normal for me to fuck a Jet Musalmān Beauty.

There was nothing abnormal for me now in it.

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

Chapter 10

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 7

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ   

Her jaw dropped.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t believe what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had just heard; was she losing her mind?

Had her ears garbled the words that had entered her eardrum and maybe she just misheard?

Things like this just didn’t happen in normal society…did they?

“Yes, I did it. Last night.” Her best friend said with a proud grin. “I finally did it.”

“Are you for real, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked in disbelief.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s the big deal? It happens more than you know, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

“But not to my best friend.”

“Well…it did. Believe it.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed at her steadily, looking for any possible signs of a lie.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had been friends since they entered preschool together.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had never lied to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Similarly, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never lied to her.

But more than that, they were lovers…had been since they both turned eighteen but six months ago.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pressed her, full lips together and waited for her next reaction, moving closer to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and placing her warm hand on her tanned, bare thigh.

“So let me get this straight,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “Last night, my best friend…my best friend…you…I mean…”

“Yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I slept with my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said exasperatedly.

The words seemed foreign, and with a distraught groan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah flopped down next to Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her bed.

She turned over on her side facing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and set her hand on her hip, urging Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah onto her side to face her also.

“It was so hot. Allah, yā Allah! God, I never thought sex could be so good with a guy. Usually, it’s just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and the guy is done. With my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…he was totally in tune to my every desire.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, her brown eyes dreamy.

Here they were, her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, relaxing after a long days’ work at their  jobs in her bedroom, and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  came out with this revelation.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ only told her because Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was her best friend and she trusted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t go around telling everyone.

Plus the fact, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with an inward chuckle, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ loved to try to shock Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Involuntarily, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to stir.

An image of Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  on her back, her hairless, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  wet and spread open for her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s waiting Uncut Hindu Lund  filled her mind’s eye.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq was now a cuckolded husband.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was his aggressive wife.

She cuckolded Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq to the extent that he now even used to clean my Uncut Hindu Lund when I fucked Zaynab bint Åāmir in her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

He sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund when it was directly out of Zaynab bint Åāmir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had often found herself fantasizing about being underneath.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself was a beauty, too, with long, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean, curvy build.

Along with the lust came the jealousy.

Whether Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was jealous about Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ being with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, or vice versa, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t really tell.

But it started from her belly and most likely turned her eyes from blue to green.

“Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. I’ve been telling you for months I wanted the old Hindu scoundrel.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said. “Are you mad?”

“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied. “Not mad as much as jealous.”

“Don’t be jealous. There’s a world of difference between my best friend and my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned.

“I – I still can’t believe it.”

“When I think it over, it’s hard for me to believe, too. I mean this is the man that raised me, took care of me, held me when I was a baby. But on the other hand, he’s a man too; a man with real desires and feelings, and I’m not just his daughter now…Now I’m a woman.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her hand along her slim hip, feeling a little shiver of excitement unfurl in her belly. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, My brother was out with his friends, and my stepdad Durgesh was downstairs watching a movie on the TV, wearing just his jeans. You’ve seen him in just his jeans, right?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had.

Durgesh, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Hindu stepfather, kept himself tanned and well in shape.

I had a great figure and a toned chest.

And just imagining I in a pair of faded blue jeans started all kinds of naughty thoughts in her head.

Now that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about it, so did her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh too.

Even at my sixty-three, I looked years younger than Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq.

With still jet-black hair, grave Hindu  eyes, and a muscular build I could really turn any woman’s head.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir  cuckolded her royal Sheikħ Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq, to me when she was very young.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah also had so many sisters.

Her Ammī Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid had not even to cuckold her husband to me.

Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was my childhood friend.

He was so obsessed with my extraordinary unique Hindu sexual prowess that he himself loved to watch me fucking every Musalmān Beauty.

He himself had planned that his entire sixteen, extremely beautiful, nudist feminist real sisters fuck me themselves.

“Hey, Al Islam, Al Qur’ān, Al Furqān, Assalāt, Al Fajir, Attahajjud, why all of you yourself don’t fuck Durgesh, the Hindu scoundrel?”

Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī watched her elder brother, Muħammad Åbdullah, with immense censure.

“If you had really wanted your sisters to enjoy Durgesh’s never unquenched Hindu lust for us Musalmān Beauties, we were not virgins even now.”

“You are a worthless elder brother, Bhāījān;” Al Islam also said furiously, “Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī Bājī is already thirty two. And she is still dreaming of your immensely sexy Hindu friend Durgesh.”

“Well,” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled cunningly, “Ask her. She has sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund already when the Hindu damnfool was sleeping.”

“So what?” Al Islam smiled proudly, “She has only sucked the Hindu idiot’s Uncut Hindu Lund. I’ve even fucked him.”

“I’ve too.” Twenty-eight years old, Al Qur’an, winked at her elder brother.

Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī smiled ingeniously.

“How do you morons know I’ve only sucked him?”

“Great Bājī.” Al Qur’an plunged at Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī, and kissed her excitedly fiercely, “you’ve also fucked the Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties?”

Muħammad Åbdullah was smiling sedately.

He knew very well that none of his sisters was virgin now anymore.

He had not only enjoyed watching them sucking and fucking his immensely talented Hindu friend, he had filmed their entire erotic activities with me even.

It was necessary to protect Durgesh from immensely communal immensely jealous Musalmīn of not only Makkah Mukarramah, of entire Islamic world even.

The hypocrites always put the blame on Hindus.

The Musalmān Beauties were entirely innocent in their presentations everywhere.

The truth was exactly opposite however.

Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well the over religious attitude of Mullahs, Maulavīs and other religious leaders had made Musalmān Beauties abnormally ravenous in sex.

His own sisters were suffering from it.

It was better in his eyes to give opportunities to them so that they could fuck Durgesh.

Not anyone else.

Not another Hindu even.

Everything that shines is not gold.

He has known so many Hindus.

They are powerful.

But they are not as sincere as Durgesh is.

Durgesh never leaves any Musalmān Beauty once he fucks her.

The trouble is he generally does not make advances to even extraordinary Musalmān Beauties himself.

The Musalmān Beauties themselves make advances to him.

Who doesn’t want to secure her/his future, if it is possible?*

After Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned eighteen, I seemed to pull away.

At least, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought it was so.

Maybe not emotionally as much as physically, I rarely hugged her, and sitting close to each other on the couch while peacefully watching a movie hadn’t happened since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could remember.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I was not against my threesome with her Ammī, Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid  while her Abbū Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was also present there.

She often wondered if it was because of how much Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah took after her Ammī, with long, blond-brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvy build that drew eyes wherever Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went.

Often, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah caught me staring at her but I would only smile at her gravely when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my eyes.

A few times Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would find me just outside the bathroom door as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished showering, hurrying away when I emerged…Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought nothing of it at the time…but now…Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wiggled closer to her, her voice lowering huskily.

“So I came downstairs in this short t-shirt and sat down next to Durgesh Papa Jī, cuddling up real close and resting one of her hands on his thigh. He put his arm around me, and I pretended to stretch, pulling my shirt way up past my belly. Of course, I forgot my panties…”

She trailed off, looking at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  from the corner of her chocolate brown eyes with a playful smile.

“You little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said, not able to stop herself from smiling back.

“It was like flipping a switch. Durgesh Papa Jī  had a Hindu hard-on tenting his jeans out so far boy scouts could camp under them,” she chuckled. “He smiled confidently, as if he was hoping I wouldn’t notice. I could imagine what was going through his head. This is my stepdaughter, how can I think what I am thinking, why am I even looking at her the way I am. Actually, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could practically read what Durgesh Papa Jī  was thinking.

“I looked up at Durgesh Papa Jī, he looked right back. I slid my hand farther up his Hindu  thigh, waited for Durgesh Papa Jī  to say no, when he didn’t say anything, I slid my hand straight over his Uncut Hindu Lund. Still he didn’t say anything. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his zipper, and let his universally famous legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out. Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, you would not believe the size of Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund. At least eight inches, and thick…way thicker than any other guy I’ve seen in porns. I ran my finger boldly, entirely unashamed of me―”

“Entirely unashamed of you?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah teased Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.”

“Why not?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said unashamedly boldly, “What wrong was I doing? I am an adult now. I can decide with whom I want to enjoy my life.”

“But he is our stepfather.”

“So what? It’s better to decide to have your stepfather your life partner. We know him very well, more than we can know of any damn stranger.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah laughed impishly, “You are implying that it’s better for every adult young woman to have her stepfather her life partner.”

“If her stepfather is Durgesh, yes. That’s what I’m not only implying but announcing even as a principle.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.”

“Yes.”

“Are you mad?”

“Certainly not.”

“It’s against the morals and ethics of the society.”

“I respect the morals and ethics of the society but on the cost of my own happiness.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ!”

“I’m not ashamed of it, I say.”

“Can you declare that Durgesh is now your Live in Relationship Partner too as well as Live in Relationship Partner of your Ammī Zaynab bint Åāmir?”

“Well, not now.”

“There you are.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled triumphantly.

“But I won’t allow anyone to snatch away my Live in Relationship Partner from me. Even now.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ announced resolutely.

“He is so good?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly found herself jealous of her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“He is the BEST, you stupid. Fuck him yourself too, before it’s too late.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ went on:

“Feeling my young adult palm over the tip of his Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh Papa Jī  moaned a little and asked what I was doing. I told him boldly, smiling; I was doing exactly what the both of us wanted. I told Durgesh Papa Jī  that I knew he too watched me while I showered, that I watched him too when he walked in and out of a room, and that I liked to steal his underwear to masturbate with. He managed to look really grave and admonish me, but I knew he had to surrender ultimately, whatsoever would happen in between. I wrapped my hand around his Uncut Hindu Lund  and started stroking him… Allah, yā Allah!  God; the brightening of his Hindu eyes with spectacular triumph over a young adult smart and brilliant Musalmān Beauty, was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. I was making my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, content, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

“Allah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah muttered.

Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t admit it out loud, this was beyond hot.

Her eighteen year-old best friend rubbing her own stepfather’s Uncut Hindu Lund…what would it be like to wrap her fist around her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Feel the pulsing veins running up the length of his Hindu shaft in her palm?

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  continued.

“I put my mouth around Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming…then he pushed me down onto my back and went down on me until I could barely see straight. I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs. Durgesh Papa Jī  penised my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. He used his Uncut Hindu Lund, his lips; he made me beg for more. I spread my thighs and fucked me on my back…I came several times on Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund before he put me on all fours and fucked me until I came several more times. I wanted Durgesh Papa Jī  to cum sooner, but he said he wanted me to experience a real man. He looked like I won the lottery when I asked him to cum in my mouth…mmmmm, Durgesh Papa Jī  tasted good, too.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  stared at her for a Moment, letting everything she had just told her fully sink in. “I can’t believe you did it.”

“Then you probably won’t believe it when I do it again.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said slyly.

“You’re going to hell.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  said matter-of-factly.

“I think I was already well on my way when I started playing with you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

They caught each other’s eye and collapsed into a fit of giggles, totally caught up in the pleasure and beauty of the other.

There was a brief knock at her bedroom door, and before Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had a chance to jump off the bed, their Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, peeked my head in.

My green eyes hardened as I took in their nearly naked bodies. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wore a white shirt and matching bikini panties, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wore a matching black shirt and pantie.

I never diverted my hardened gaze, however.

“Oh…sorry, girls. I just wanted to let you know that the servants have informed me that dinner is ready.” I said, “It was good I decided to inform you myself.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  squeaked.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  exchanged glances as I left, closing the door behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped when her warm fingers nudged underneath her panties.

She rubbed along her thoroughly wet slit, slipping her middle finger between her shaven sex lips to firmly circle her clit.

“You’re soaking wet.” She murmured. “Does Daddy turn you on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”

“Stop that.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sharply. “You fucked your stepfather, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck mine too.”

“Don’t lie to me! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I saw your eyes when Durgesh Papa Jī  was looking at us. Your little nipples hardened under your cami…now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is practically dripping. Didn’t know you could want your stepfather too, did you?”

“I don’t want him.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted breathlessly, enjoying the sweet pleasure washing through her body. I didn’t want my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…that would be wrong…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted closer, her smooth knees bumping against Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s, her fingers working faster under her panties. “Tell me you never think about sucking Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. What it would feel like to have your stepfather fucking you hard into your aching little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…making you cum…over and over again.”

Was she right?

Hadn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had those exact thoughts before?

What was going on?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes tightly, trying to block the pictures suddenly pushing themselves into her mind.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remembered seeing her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund once.

I had just emerged from the shower and had stridden through the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t know what I had been doing in the shower, but my Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and standing straight out from my body.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had stared, frozen, at my engorged Hindu  member while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded with arousal juice.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt so ashamed, and more than a little dirty, at what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had seen.

Yet, at the same time, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was intensely turned on.

Turned on by her own Hindu stepfather.

“Admit it.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered hotly into her ear, her warm, wet tongue sneaking out to flick along her earlobe. “Every Musalmān girl thinks about fucking her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, at one time or another, baby. And just like I made it come true…you can too make it come true, if you are smart enough to secure your future physically, sexually, financially and emotionally. Durgesh is the ever best husband for every Musalmān Beauty whether Jet Musalmān Beauties or others.”

“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “No, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …”

“Yes.”

“No…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched sharply into her busy little fingers, breath hissing through her teeth as she pushed her cami up over her breasts, baring her taut pink nipples to her hot gaze.

She moved down to engulf one in her skilled mouth, suckling gently as she slipped two fingers deep in her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her thumb was expertly rubbing her hard, throbbing clit.

“Do you want my tongue in your wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  asked impudently winking at her, cunningly, impishly . “Tell me you want it.”

“No…I…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuttered. Allah, God, she was bringing her so close! The little tease…

“Mmmm, tell me you want my mouth sucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. No…tell me you want your Hindu Step Daddy’s, Durgesh Papa Jī’s  Uncut Hindu Lund  fucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.

Her plunging fingers slowed to an agonizing pace, slowly withdrawing and slowly pushing back in, teasing her clit with feather-light manipulation.

“Make me cum, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …make me cum…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, thrusting her hips upwards into her fingers.

“Not until you say what you really want.” She persisted.

“Girls! Dinner is getting cold!” I shouted from downstairs.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pulled her fingers away, drawing a frustrated groan from her mouth but at the same time sending a wave of guilt through Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

I didn’t deserve having to wait for the dinner.

“I’ll get you back later.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah growled.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed and they  got up, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans.

For a Moment, they considered putting on a t-shirt, but then they figured even their camis were decent enough.

“You look hot.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commented as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  opened her bedroom door. “Your tanned little belly showing…your ass looks so good in those jeans. Durgesh Papa Jī would certainly enjo very much fucking you.”

“Shut up Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, you tease…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed her and pulled her mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue deep inside as she cupped her firm little bottom to crush her chest against hers.

Their moans were mixed together.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  peeled herself away from her curvy body, trying to ignore how good she, too, looked in her slim-fitting jeans and tight cami.

“Come on, we’re wanted downstairs.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.

I was waiting patiently at the dinner table as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  entered the room.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could swear a slight flush colored my handsome face as we settled into our seats.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat to my right, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ to my left so we were across from each other.

“I’m sorry, dad. We didn’t mean to make you wait.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.

“I’m sorry, too,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chimed. “Girl talk can make time pass pretty quickly.”

“Understood.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said with a grin, flashing dimples that suddenly made her knees weak.

Damn her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought silently, giving Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ a withering look.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never thought this way until she had to yank that door open in her mind.

With a little trepidation, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered if it was already cracked open and just needed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s extra push…

After all, she was her own mind, and was able to just banish whatever thoughts don’t appeal to her…right?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  peeked at me, from the corner of her eye, admiring the broad curve of my shoulders and firmness of my Hindu body, wondering what it would be like to run her hands over her tanned skin and pull her closer as I fucked hard into her…

How could someone look so good in a simple white t-shirt and jeans?

“Earth to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah snapped to attention, nearly flipping her fork off the table.

“Want some potatoes?” she repeated with exaggerated slowness.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nodded mutely and took the bowl she was holding out, spooning out a healthy portion before passing it on to me.

Her warm fingers brushed mine, and I winked affectionately as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my black eyes.

‘Oh, damn.’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought.

“Dinner looks great.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said quickly.

The servants had prepared fried chicken, mash potatoes, corn, and dinner rolls.

My chef was a master in the kitchen.

“I agree with you, sweetie.” I replied.

The phone rang, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood to answer it.

“I can get it, baby.” I said.

“No, you keep eating. I’ll grab it.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah trotted into the kitchen, picking up the receiver irritably.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is Durgesh  there?” a breathy female voice asked.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

What female did she know that would call for me, ‘Durgesh’?

“Can I ask who is calling, please?”

“Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and called,

“Dad…phone.”

I came into the kitchen, my brow furrowed.

“It’s Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah told me.

My Hindu  eyes brightened a bit, and a spear of jealousy sank into her stomach as I took the phone from her.

“Hey, Ħumayrah Åbbās…”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked back into the dining room, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  looking up as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat down to resume eating.

“Who was that?”

“Ħumayrah Åbbās.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied sourly.

She giggled.

“Competition? Hmm?”

“Shut up. It’s not like that.”

“Who says?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glared at her lover. “You know as well as I do it’s not like that.”

“Not yet.” She shot back, and then added smugly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I wasn’t the only one watching your cute Musalmān ass walking out of the room.”

“You’re seeing things.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grumbled, feeling a slow burn begin between her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs.

Allah help her, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me now very much.

Even as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about me, I came back into the dining room and sat down.

A broad grin was on my face.

“What’re you so happy about?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, her stomach churning enviously.

“Seems he has a date tomorrow night.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said, digging into her meal with renewed vigor.

“A date?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  echoed.

“That’s right. Your old man is going out.”

“With some strange girl?”

I chuckled.

“Ħumayrah Åbbās is hardly a stranger, sweetie. We work together.”

“Right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said lamely.

“What are you two going to do?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked.

“I don’t know. What’s a proper first date in this day and age?” I joked.

“Dinner and movie, definitely.”

“Dinner and a movie it is, then.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  didn’t say much the rest of the meal.

I tried to strike up conversation, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was too involved in imagining all the things this woman would do to her completely trusting and compassionate Hindu stepfather.

Surely, she wouldn’t give it up on the first date.

More importantly, would her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh; take it if it were offered?

It made Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wonder just how long it had been for me since I had last had sex with Ħumayrah Åbbās…

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would be a fool to think her Ammī would’ve been the last woman, or even her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself even.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted on cleaning up after dinner, telling me to go relax on the living room couch.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah washed dishes and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ dried.

Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s over-existent sex life.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how much more room was left there now for other Musalmān Beauties.

“It’s just a date, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ murmured consolingly.

“I know.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.

“Quit your moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ twirled her dishtowel warningly, an evil twinkle in her brown eyes.

“Don’t even think about it, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled.

She snapped it across her ass, sending a shock of pain down her thigh.

“You bitch!”

Her best friend shrieked as she dove at her.

She spun around to streak out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed a towel and was hot on her heels.

Their laughter was filling the spacious room as they chased each other around the couch and her baffled Hindu stepfather.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  pushed Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  across my Hindu lap, climbing on top of her to begin her number one weakness: tickling.

“No!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped in between breathless fits of laughter. “Stop it! Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ !”

“Come on, help me!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ cried to her grinning Hindu stepfather.

I joined her in the tickling torture, centering on her belly while Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ worked on her knees.

The two went on tickling her for a good five minutes, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe and was begging for relief.

My warm Hindu hand had slid underneath her shirt to get better access to her bare tummy, just barely brushing the bottoms of her breasts and causing shivers of pleasure to spiral through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Please, stop!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged. From outside, a car horn honked loudly, signaling that Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, had arrived to pick her up.

“I have to split,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned. “See you later, guys.”

“Bye, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah called.

She grabbed her things and glanced back at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  knowingly, giving her a little wave as she closed the front door behind her.

“Allah, she’s crazy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled, looking up at me.

I smiled back, my hand running in lazy circles over her flat belly almost absently.

Our eyes met, and I smiled.

I looked down at my hand.

At the small of her back, my Uncut Hindu Lund dug into her like a steel pipe and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched slightly as to not hurt me.

“I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, should get to bed.” I said.

“No, Daddy,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, realizing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hadn’t called me that since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ten. “Please don’t stop.”

My grave, confident , Hindu  eyes were clouded with ashvinātam lust; that was plain as day to her.

Was Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ right?

Did I want her, too?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to know.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah set her hand atop me, moving it lower down my belly to just above the waistband of my jeans, staring into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ached for release, throbbing nearly painfully as the rough texture of my skin slid over the suddenly thrumming nerve endings of her stomach.

Her breathing was fast and shallow as I watched the journey of her hand, like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  was an observer of someone else’s hand and not her own.

“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I said huskily, my voice trembling. “Sweet Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…this isn’t right…”

She put her index finger over my lips.

“Touch me,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “I need you to touch me.”

I pulled her hand away, waiting anxiously as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed perfectly still for a Moment before continuing downward, her fingertips slipping underneath the top of my jeans.

Her body trembled, her nipples hardening to firm little points as she nudged farther down the front of my jeans.

The sexual tension was so thick between us; Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe.

We were on the verge on something that would change us forever, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah found herself urgently wishing for it.

Our gazes locked, her fingers stopped just above the top of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged me silently with her blue eyes to let her continue.

We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as my pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sagged in disappointment as she pulled her warm hand away to let me check the number.

The fragile Moment had been shattered.

“It’s work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed. “They probably need extra help.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood as I did. “I’m heading to bed.”

“All right, sweetie. Good night.” I gently kissed her forehead, looking more than a little agitated as I tried valiantly to cover my bulge.

Well, she had virtually grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

What could I do?

I wasn’t impotent enough not to respond to her such an express sexual advance to me.

Moreover, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was still as excited as she was incapable even avoiding her eyes.

“Good night, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard the front door open and close as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried desperately to fight her feelings of frustration.

It wasn’t my fault work called, and it would be selfish of her to be angry when my job was to help Musalmān Beauties .

But what would’ve happened if my pager hadn’t gone off?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  undressed and slipped nude into her bed, closing her eyes.

Tomorrow was another day.

It was around two in the morning according to her bedside clock when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah awoke suddenly, her head pounding.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her legs over the side of her bed.

The closest bathroom was the one attached to my room, and the floor seemed to simmer underneath her feet as she unsteadily made her way to my bedroom.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hardly noticed her nudity at this point.

Her head was pounding so badly.

But it didn’t matter much anyway because her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, hadn’t returned home yet.

She popped a couple aspirin from my medicine cabinet and sat down on my bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in her head.

Her eyelids wavered wearily, and telling herself it was just for a second, laid back on my bed, letting my Hindu smell surround and comfort her Musalmān nudity.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was asleep again before the thought to go back to her own bedroom even occurred to her.

She had completely forgotten that she was not a child anymore.

She was an adult extremely beautiful young Musalmān woman now, sleeping absolutely naked on my bed.

A little shiver running through the length of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body prompted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  to sleepily open her eyes.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah strained to see around her in the blackness.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sucked in her breath, realizing the source of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body’s reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.

She lay on her back; her right knee bent and folded in, her left leg flung out to the side.

I was sitting next to her.

My grave eyes were slowly running over her slim, naked figure.

My hot fingertips trailed down the slope of her belly, over her hip, and swept tantalizing inches from her shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I did it very lightly, as to not wake her.

Every time I looked up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  quickly shut her eyes so I wouldn’t know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was awake.

My actions were almost too much to take.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was painfully aroused within seconds.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and I longed to clamp her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs around my strong hand until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I would stop as soon as I even had an idea Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah might be aware of what I was doing.

She didn’t want to stop me.

so Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remained still and passive to my exploration.

However, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot did not…

Her arousal trickled down between her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks, the musky smell pervading around us.

Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as I bent down.

My nose was inches from her throat, deeply inhaling her scent.

I continued downwards, my warm breath brushing over her nipples, quickly hardening them.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought to control her excitement as I extended the tip of my fingers  to her right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to her toes as I fully squeezed  the distended Musalmān flesh.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swallowed her gasp and bit down on her tongue so hard it brought tears up behind her closed eyes as she left a feather-light kiss on her navel.

I was touching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Was she dreaming?

Was all of this real?

Was she really so lucky?

Opening her eyes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed in tense wonder when my fingers crept unto her thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness.

The digits slipped to the inside of her thigh, agonizingly close to her heated, dripping center and stopped.

I glanced up.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes quickly.

I focused again on her hairless sex, biting my full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of my life.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted my mouth buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

‘Please, Daddy,’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  begged silently to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund  thrusting up inside her… fucking her…relishing the juice I had aroused in her!

My Uncut Hindu Lund  brushed across her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hole, making her insides jump as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuck it in my groin.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I murmured so softly Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to strain to hear me. “What am I doing? You shouldn’t have slept here naked. You temptress. Om shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā. ”

With that, I hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow me and get what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do.

For all Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew, if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was straightforward and went after me, I would look at her in disgust and hate her forever.

She loved me too much to risk that.

So Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed awake awhile waiting for me to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on her eyelids and she drifted off.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood.

I hadn’t returned to my bed, and the past evenings events left Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  extremely horny.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stomped out of my room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind her.

The warm water was flowing over her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult body did little to appease her tight muscles, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah all but cracked the glass in the shower door as she opened and closed it when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished.

Brushing through her wet hair and applying make-up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went back into her bedroom and slipped on a pair of her silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated her nice tits.

With a quick glance at her clock, she picked up the phone and dialed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s number, knowing that like her, she had the day off from work.

“Hello?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chirped in greeting.

“Afternoon, sunshine.”

“Hey, baby! How was last night?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.

“Can I come over? We’ll talk about it.”

“Sure.”

“Is that Hindu scoundrel home who never understands what a nude young Musalmān lady needs when she is waiting for him on his bed absolutely naked?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked furiously.

“What?”

“Is Durgesh home, you stupid?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ replied smiling empathetically. “And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not.”

“Good. I’ll be over in a few.”

“‘K.” She blew a kiss and hung up.

Feeling a little better, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling her eyes as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighted I sprawled out on the couch.

She jotted a note and set it on the coffee table.

Quietly closing the front door behind her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went out to her car.

The hot, humid air clung to her skin.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned the air-conditioner on full blast as she pulled out of her driveway and drove the few miles to her best friend’s house.

“Hey!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out unto the porch, grinning widely as she pulled in to her driveway.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got out of her car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top.

“Dressed to kill, I see?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said knowingly, watching her blush as she joined her on the porch.

“I could say the same about you.” She teased. “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, you look hot.”

With that, she grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on hers.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to pull away, thinking anyone including me could see them, but Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  held her tight and explored the inside of her mouth with her soft tongue.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, finally pulling back. “You taste good.”

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …our dad…”

She shrugged. “So?”

“You little slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah admonished. “I can imagine what our dad would think of me if he saw this.”

“Saw what?” asked I, as I emerged from the house, dressed in my infamous pair of jeans.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t help but skim her eyes over my toned chest, flushing when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my Hindu  eyes. “Hey, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Saw what?”

“Hey…nothing.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said casually.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ walked ahead of me and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed, brushing close to me as she passed.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled to herself, feeling my hot gaze on her absolutely outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult ass as I fell into step behind her.

“We’ll be upstairs.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called, taking her hand and dragging her upstairs to her bedroom.

She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside her.

Her brown eyes were bright with curiosity.

“So…tell me!”

“Tell you what?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned nonchalantly.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smacked her bare thigh.

“Quit it. What happened after I left last night?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when she described my exploration while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ‘asleep’.

“I told you.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  said matter-of-factly.

“Honestly, at this point, it’s more frustrating than anything.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied.

“Of course. You haven’t gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction…right?”

How did she know her so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a glance at her best friend. “Will you share, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?”

“As in, ‘will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your Hindu stepfather?’ I think not.” She chuckled.

“How do you know I will go for it?”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flushed prettily.

“Let’s just say it came up last night.”

“What do you mean?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked.

“Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I’m telling him, and he’s getting this huge hard-on…I started rubbing it, and don’t be mad, but I told him we’re bi. I’m telling you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, Durgesh Papa Jī   got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he was fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I’m talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. I especially liked it when he told me how I’d like to see him fuck your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…and you know you would like that, too.”

Of course, she was right about that.

It was funny how it didn’t seem to faze me to hear Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  talk about my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, like I was just any guy; wasn’t it just the night before her best friend dumped it in her lap she was fucking her own Hindu stepfather?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shifted restlessly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot still maddeningly horny from the previous night’s events.

“Who am I to deny you anything?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sweetly.

She smiled brilliantly.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on…I’m sure he’s downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half.”

We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs.

It came to her mind that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should ask her what the plan was, but as they  circled the couch where I was sitting, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  had something planned.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly began to wonder if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should let her do whatever she wanted…

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flicked the TV off and told her to stand directly in the front of Durgesh.

I wore a confused look as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  sat down next to me.

“What are you girls up to?” I asked curiously.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled at me nervously, her mind racing.

What the hell was she planning?

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ slipped her hand into my lap, her clever little palm cupping over my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezing lightly.

I gasped and looked at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah  quickly, as if gauging her reaction.

Her hazel eyes were glazing over with lust.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reacted fast, starting a fire as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched her lover fondle and rub my Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans.

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …” I groaned. “Baby…”

“Mmmm, what should I take off first, Daddy?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to object, and then thought better of it.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ would pay for her little games later.

I looked up at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, a smile on my full, sexy mouth, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled back to let me know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was into the game, feeling my heated gaze slide over her slim, curvy body.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as I lifted myself accommodatingly.

I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around my thick Uncut Hindu Lund, which jutted up towards my toned stomach.

With a wicked little grin, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began a slow, firm stroke up and down my rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across my lips. “Tell her what to take off.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ  smiled at me.

“Your top, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Take your top off.” I smiled too. “Let me see those sweet tits.”

“Haven’t you seen them already, and even much more?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked, “How dare you rejected me at night when I offered you myself absolutely naked?”

I looked at her benignly,

“You never offered yourself to me, young lady.”

Chapter 8

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam