The Audacity: 23

The Audacity

How Many Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh Razī Allahu tålā ånahā?


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Chapter 23

Durgesh Assalāt Azzuhar
Imām Vasīm Azhar

Durgesh Kulsoom Humāyūn

Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī

Imām Vasīm Azhar looked at me pleadingly.
Durgesh, I’m sorry that I could never believe my Ammī was innocent.”
Before I could answer him, my mobile played my favorite tune.
I picked it up.
“Hello, Durgesh here.”
“This is Assalāt Azzuhar, Durgesh. Mrs. Imām Vasīm Azhar.”
I looked at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
“You are something like my father in law to me. My Ammī in law, Al Farħānah Al Murād, Begum Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is your Live in relationship partner.” Assalāt Azzuhar said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was horrified.
I raised my eyebrows to him.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was white faced now.
His eyed were as if made of stones, suddenly.
“Yes? Assalāt Azzuhar, what can I do for you? I’ve heard about you, but your real father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, never allowed you to meet me.”
“I’m sorry. But my husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, thinks now we need your professional services. Only you can save us from our enemies. Hasn’t my husband reached you personally even now?”
“He is here.” I said.*

Assalāt Azzuhar smiled.
“Didn’t my hell of a husband tell you that I want to see you on a matter of the greatest importance for me? The bloody damn fool.”
I deliberately didn’t look at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
Was he really a bloody damn fool?
He had already paid to my Chief Business Partner, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, my extraordinary heavy fee as a Sex Therapist and an Attorney.
He paid my extraordinary heavy fee to provide his wife my optimum sexual therapy services, with her optimum Psychological Engineering, to protect his wife sexually, legally and psychologically.
He loved her so much.
Yet, his very same wife did not respect him the slightest.
How much a husband’s capability to provide optimum sex to his wife, affects his marital status and respect.
Even then almost 90% men are against the sex education.
As it’s never needed even the slightest.
They are paying its cost even by losing their wives’ respect for them, their loyalty to them, their honesty and sincerity to them, and even their wives themselves ultimately.
Yet, even then the damn fools are living in fools’ paradise.
They blame even the persons that want to open their eyes.
They blame me instead that I break their houses.
Are they absolutely insane?
Of course, I fuck their beautiful womankind.
But, never to break their homes, their houses.
My services to humankind are always creative, never destructive.
But it needs prudence to understand my social professional services.
I never betrayed any of my clients.

Assalāt Azzuhar broke my nonstop chain of analysis.
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Well,” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled, “I’m not ‘ma’am’ to you, my dear. Feel at liberty, please, to call me ‘Assalāt Azzuhar’.”
“Thank you, I’m honored.”
“Don’t be silly. The pleasure is mine.” Assalāt Azzuhar said somewhat seductively, somewhat impishly, somewhat cunningly.
Sālī, she wasn’t foolish even a bit.
I had to be careful.
This sort of young ladies almost invariably used me until now, for their own vested purposes, mostly immoral, inhuman and sometimes even illegal.
They thought they could allow me to fuck them on any conditions whatsoever they wanted to.
“I have money to pay for your services. My husband is himself a multi millionaire. My father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is a Trillionaire, and my father is a Billionaire at least.”
“I see.”
“I have been robbed.”
“Well,” I winked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, “come on and see me, Assalāt Azzuhar.”
“Hell, my ever inefficient husband didn’t tell you even that I can’t?”
“Why not?”
“I’ve nothing to wear.” She chuckled.
“I’m infamous to love to see beautiful Musalmān houseladies undressed. In fact, the more nude they are the more obliged I am.”
“Allah,” Assalāt Azzuhar laughed sweetly, “Hey, you are a sort of my father in law, don’t forget.”
Sālī, she was teasing me.
“That’s right. ‘A sort of’. Not real.” I laughed myself too, cunningly, significantly.
“Hey,” Assalāt Azzuhar again laughed cooing, “I’m only twenty eight, you sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel,”
“I am enjoying countless twenty eights now already. Don’t worry. You won’t be the first.”
“Shut up, you ever sexiest, dirty man,”
I smiled.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Hey, it wasn’t any compliment,”
“That’s what you think. How childish of you. Even at your twenty eight, I don’t think you have grown up properly.”
Assalāt Azzuhar laughed seductively, cunningly and significantly.
“Why the hell don’t you come here and see yourself how grown up I am actually?”
“But you say you are not wearing anything.”
“Oh, oh, oh, never seen any nude twenty eight Musalmān Beauty? How unlucky Hindu you are!”
“Sālī, put something on, put anything and…”
“I can’t, Jījū,”
“If I’m your Sālī, you are my Jījū. Aren’t you?”
Imām Vasīm Azhar was smiling.
I had put my mobile on loudspeaker already, deliberately, so that he could listen to how his ever dearest wife, he loved whom so much, was behaving with me.
“Stop playing seductive and come here,” I said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar opened his mouth to tell me something, but I raised my right hand cautioning him not to say anything.
“I have already told you, lover, that I can’t come there. Damn my ever stupid husband. Hasn’t he told you everything already?”
“He didn’t have enough time. Come here, and…”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Hey, don’t use your Uncut Hindu Penis always. Use your brain too sometimes, for a change.”
“Why the hell can’t you come here?”
“I tell you I have been robbed.”*

Kulsoom Humāyūn winked at Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

“They were never a man, you idiot.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.

“Hey, you? Stop it. I know you are enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund.  now in your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.”

“You know my foot.” Kulsoom Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.

“Only Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choots? What about Pakistani Shiå Musalmān Choots ? What about Pakistani Aħmadī Musalmān Choots? You mean they are more patriotic, more loyal to Pakistan than we are?”

“They are not Musalmān even. Shiå Kāfir. Aħmadī Kāfir.”

“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”

“And I am talking of their Īmān.”

“I think we should rethink about our until-now-behavior with Shiå and Aħmadī Musalmīn.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī suddenly said gravely.

“What do you mean?” Kulsoom Humāyūn couldn’t understand.

“In last three years, India has gone on the seventh sky, leaving our extremely lovely country, Pakistan extremely far behind on Earth.”

“Oh, stop now, please,” Kulsoom Humāyūn said quite fed up of the subject, “Not again. Don’t tell me the Partition of India was a blunder.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī smiled cunningly.

“Well, you yourself said that ‘Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.’ Didn’t you?”

Kulsoom Humāyūn laughed.*

I looked at her husband.

He didn’t convey anything to me.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “What is this?” I asked.

Assalāt Azzuhar said gravely,

“I’m trying to tell you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that I’ve been robbed.Everything I have in the world has been taken, my clothes, my personal effects, my car, my home.”

“I see,” I looked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar.

He avoided to meet my eyes.

What a husband!

His twenty eight years old, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was reporting me that she had been robbed of everything including her clothes even, and the husband was averting his eyes instead of meeting mine.

His wife was naked somewhere.

Yet he was avoiding to face the situation.

What a husband!

“Where are you now?” I asked smiling cunningly at her husband.

I was sixty five now.

Yet there were countless twenty eight years old immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who were having sex with me proudly, entirely unashamed of themselves.

Well, I wasn’t alone obliged, however.

Any rich one could enjoy this facility.

There were countless beautiful young Musalmān ladies that could do anything for money.

After Narendr Modi the rich and capable Hindus became more popular among needy Musalmān houseladies.

“At the fourteenth hole at the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club. The members have installed a telephone out here. The Golf Club seems to be deserted just now. I lied to the operator at the Clubhouse that I am a member. She put the call through. I need clothes. I need help.”

“Why don’t you call the police?” I asked gravely.

“If I could, I’d certainly have. Nonsense! Can’t you understand?”

“Sorry, I still don’t.”

“And they say you understand the problems of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies even more than we ourselves do!” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled ironically, “They claim your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so eager to penetrate our beautiful ardent Musalmān Choots that you can save us from gas chambers even for it! They call you even the Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt.”

“I see.” I watched her husband scornfully.

“I can’t call the police,” Assalāt Azzuhar said immensely seductively, yet still gravely, keeping her dignity constantly nonstop, “The police even mustn’t know anything of this. I promise to explain everything once I see you. If you would kindly oblige me to get some clothes to me I’ll pay…”

“Describe your build to get proper clothes for you.”

“I’m five feet two.” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled gratefully seductively, as if almost inviting me to make love to her, “I weigh a hundred and twelve and I take size ten or twelve.”

“Just how am I supposed to get the clothes to you?” I asked meaningfully even impishly somewhat.

She laughed melodiously,

“Sorry, I’m asking you to do something extraordinary for me. However, you are termed to be the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. You’d certainly be well rewarded if you do it for me. If in your current sixty five, you are still interested in twenty eight years old beautiful Musalmān houseladies it’s a chance for you never to miss. I know this is all out of the ordinary and everything, but I simply can’t explain over the phone. Well, you are the only hope I have in the world now at present. I can’t appeal to the police and I most certainly can’t go around like this.”

“Where are you?”

“I don’t suppose you are a member of the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club.”

“As it happens to be, I am.”

“That’s very good. I never expected it.” There was immense relief now in Assalāt Azzuhar’s voice, “You please put some clothes down in the bottom of a golf bag. You can come directly to the fourteenth hole. Back about fifty yards beyond that hole, there’s a patch of rather thick brush that runs down to a service road, and if you’ll just yoo-hoo…Allah, heavens, here come some golfers! Allah Ħāfiz!”

The phone was slammed up.*

I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

I found Nādirshāh Durrānī under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.

Nādirshāh Durrānī dropped into the conversation that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had gone home early.

I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s house on the way home.

I called my ‘wife’, my Pakistani Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, to say I was in a meeting and would be a bit late.

“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”

Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, have faith in me. Will you, please?”

“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”

“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”

“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”

“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”

“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”


“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”

“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”

“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”

I sighed.

“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.

He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.

As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.

I looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, the utmost wonderful thing she had ever seen.

I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense. Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers.

I had not attempted to hide it even, boldly.

When she saw my nine or 10-inch semi hard Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying,

“I have seen bigger”.

She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of my rock hard-Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.

I continued bravely, even when I heard the door.

I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which could cause me to pause.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.

She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.

I called down to Nādirshāh Durrānī from the bedroom:

“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.

Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund was the perfect solution.

“We will be down in 5 minutes,” I added.

With no reason to distrust me, Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,

“Fine, see you soon.”

I smiled an arrogant smile down at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend and said loudly,

“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.”

With that, I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.

She looked as pretty as she stared into my eyes and worshipped my tool, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:

“Are you two nearly finished? Sal, are you ok?”

The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my dick out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her mouth to call him, I pushed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund back in.

She looked worried but I calmly called down:

“We are fine. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her mouth right now.”

Innocently, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.

What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.

I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.

What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:

“You could fit 20 of his tiny little things into this Superb Uncut Hindu Lund. I am never touching his inadequate little thing again.”

The comparison reminded me of his wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.

I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my dick flare dangerously and throb out of control.

“I bet you come more too than Nādirshāh Durrānī does,” she added.

She was right.

The first blast lasted 10 seconds.

I emptied myself inside her like letting off a pressurized fire hose.

The jet filled her mouth.

She still had her shirt and dress on.

I smiled triumphantly proudly.

Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.

I smiled.

She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself.

I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started to cum again.

Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.

She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their Hindu charm.

Allah, she wanted to be fucked by me.

I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much cum one Musalmān woman could swallow.

I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock across her tongue and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.

“Watch,” I said. “Watch how Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s pretty immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend makes me cum. Nādirshāh Durrānī!

I was in heaven as I saw her transfixed on the Hindu weapon that had given me an advantage over every man I met, including Nādirshāh Durrānī.

“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”

As Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the foot of the stairs, I had been cuming for a minute and a half and shots were still filling her pretty Musalmān mouth.

She wondered what her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, would make of the scene.

I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.

“I never get caught,” I whispered and jumped up.

He pushed my wonderful Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into my trousers.

It was still hard.

I grabbed a document from my briefcase that hid my chest and met Nādirshāh Durrānī at the door.

“We need to discuss this document whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī gets ready for dinner,” I said as I directed Nādirshāh Durrānī to the office and caught my breath.

“I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some more cum into her mouth

Half an hour later Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.

My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had been delighted to hear from me that I was making the effort to spend time with her son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but deliberately, not to impress her boyfriend.

Her pretty face had just been fucked immensely by my wonderful 12-inch Hindu weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.

By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was ravenous  enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip my trousers and release my hard Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for Nādirshāh Durrānī to view.

I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī  that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table.

It turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.

Was he really that much a fool?

I couldn’t believe it.
As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen, we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.

I let my Hindu weapon spring above the level of the table and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī immediately lowered her mouth greedily over it.

At the same time, she cupped my wonderful balls with her both beautiful hands.

I could last for hours when I needed to but here I had only a couple of minutes.

I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.

I spread her fantastic Musalmān legs apart.

My wonderful Hindu weapon, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, easily found its way past her thong and into her.

It slid 7 inches inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on the first thrust.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with pleasure.

“How can you live with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān noonī?” I said sympathetically, as I gradually pushed the remaining 8 inches into her and smiled as she had three orgasms before I was fully inside her.

“I can’t” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī replied breathlessly. “I need your wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock. Allah, fuck me you Hindu stud, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”

I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her, but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at Nādirshāh Durrānī ‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s fantastic Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my wonderful Hindu piston.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her mouth to stop herself screaming with lust and pleasure.

I called through to the kitchen:
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī  and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”

I smiled down at her, and thrust my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock back into her.

I felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.

“This is something we should discuss Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, I will be through in a minute” Nādirshāh Durrānī called.

I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī,

“You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”

I, on demand, started spurting my hot Hindu seed deepest into her young, immensely beautiful, immensely enticing, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I am going to take you on all my business trips Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, so you better get used to this.”

I continued to spurt my endless Hindu cum deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

One minute later, I pulled my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund out of her.

Two wonderful ribbons of my Hindu cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her immensely eager, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān mouth over the Superb Uncut Hindu Lund, and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.

I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s head down hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.

I looked into Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s eyes as he walked into the room and released shot after shot of the remainder of the contents of my wonderful balls down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s throat.

I was somehow able to calmly say,

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but can you make us all coffee before I go home?”

“Sure,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.

“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund of yours interested in me too, in this way, I’m happy.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said grabbing my still hard dick.

“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that Nādirshāh Durrānī has a wimpy cut Musalmān noonī   and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”

I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow and all my future business trips with her beautiful smooth nude Musalmān legs wrapped around me.

Chapter 24

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

The Audacity: 22

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Chapter 22

Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib
Durgesh Al Farħānah Al Murād
Imām Azhar Vasīm Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was melting with my amorous flirting.
She had a little surge of pleasure in her nipples when I virtually ordered her to stop her resistance.
She felt unable or unwilling to resist me sliding her top down she was not sure which.
That had lowered her defences a little and my kissing was so sensual and gentle, she readily admitted that I was getting her nicely heated up, the inference that I liked her breasts made her go a little weak.
Then I suddenly left her, just as she was starting to lose control, it was so frustrating.

However, as she regained her composure she accepted that her behaviour once again had been called into question and although she loved the attention, she was glad I had stopped.
She was starting to enjoy the attention I was showing her and that would be so wrong.
Why though?
She thought, what had brought about my sudden change towards her?
But she had no answer and let it go.

Ålī Abī Tālib watched my performance and his wife’s reaction to me, I was doing very well Ålī Abī Tālib concluded.
He saw her starting to enjoy my attention; Ålī Abī Tālib saw her eyes close in ecstasy as my kisses found her erogenous zone on her neck.
The moment she allowed me to slide off her dressing gown, Ålī Abī Tālib knew that she was one small step closer to becoming Durgesh’s woman.
‘We are nearly there, darling,’ Ålī Abī Tālib thought to himself; ‘you will soon have all you need, a virile Hindu lover and I suspect a new master as well.’

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was shaking just a little as she pulled her top up.
“Allah, God, I am so sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib, what must you think of me, I just don’t know what’s got into me or into Durgesh for that matter,” she offered her apologies with a shaky voice.

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled reassuringly,
“I told you last night, darling, don’t worry about it, I really understand. As for Dad, I think he realises that you are a beautiful woman as well as his so called Daughter in Law.”

Then his tone went on reassuring.
Ålī Abī Tālib said.
“Remember what I told you, there is nothing better or safer than family love. It can heal wounds and bring happiness. We all need to give a little at times to achieve the greater good in a family.”

She smiled at Ålī Abī Tālib,
“That’s so profound, Ålī Abī Tālib,”

She said as she reached for his hand and held it in hers,

“What do we need to give up, do you think?”

He thought for a while and concluded that he knew he was giving up a big part of her, and that she would give up the part of her that is tied to him sexually and Ålī Abī Tālib would give up his future to make a new one within the family, but mostly with her.
Ålī Abī Tālib reached for a pen and paper and wrote it down,

“Here is what we will all give up soon and we will all be the safer and happier for it. I will give this to you one day soon and you will see that I am right.”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was a little confused by his explanation, but she never pushed it, she would find out soon enough she thought.

“Ok, Ålī Abī Tālib, we will wait and see, but I love your idea of a strong family unit.”
Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, if Durgesh Pāpājī were not your father in law would you let him make love to you?”

She was not too surprised at his question, bearing in mind her awful behaviour lately.
She thought about the answer.

“If Durgesh Pāpājī were not my father in law he would not be the same person would he? However if I was another woman, I would certainly let Dad make love to me, I would probably make a fool of myself and throw myself at him, sorry, but that’s an honest answer.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled broadly, that also confused Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad a little.
Ålī Abī Tālib knew that he was getting there with his plan and that her seduction was going well.

“That’s what I wanted;” Ålī Abī Tālib told her, “just honesty.”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was certainly unaware that her Hindu father in law’s temptation was deliberate and that it was geared to her total seduction and surrender to him.

Just then, I came back into the kitchen.
“I am off to the library. I have some research to do,” I told them.

“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is going food shopping today, fancy a pint about one o’clock,” asked Ålī Abī Tālib.

“That would be nice, maybe Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, could join us on her way home,” I suggested.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad turned and looked at her Hindu father in law,

“That’s a nice idea, it’s a date.”

“Tell you what; we will have a take away tonight before I go out, my treat.” I suggested.

“That’s nice of you what’s bought this about,” asked Ålī Abī Tālib.

“Nothing, just happy that’s all, ”
As I walked out of the door, I turned to Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
I smiled at her impishly,

“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, wear something short and sexy tonight, as you were peeking at my erect Hindu manhood earlier. I think it is only fair that I get a chance to try and get a look at yours too, don’t you?”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad went as red as she has ever gone.
She spluttered and coughed as she tried to speak and take a breath at the same time.

Ålī Abī Tālib laughed out loud,
“Allah, Dad, Got caught peeping did we?” he teased as he carried on laughing.

“Allah! Oh dear God, Dad saw me looking, Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s so embarrassing.” She muttered as I walked out of the house.

Ålī Abī Tālib arrived at the pub on time and I about ten minutes later.
We got our beer and juice, and went to the table.

“That was a nice remark as you left today,” said Ålī Abī Tālib chuckling, “Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, did not know what to say or where to look.”

I grinned with dignity and sophistication,
“Just a bit of fun really, but I hope she will wear something sexy.”

“Well, if it’s a clue or not, I don’t know, but as I was leaving she was looking through her wardrobe and getting out skirts she has not worn for a long, long time. You may get your wish.”

We toasted each other.
Ålī Abī Tālib spoke quietly to me,

“You are doing brilliantly, Dad, she is weakening. You had her on cloud nine earlier. I am sure she is yours for the taking and it won’t be long.” He added.

I sipped my juice.
“There is something I want to say to you, Ålī Abī Tālib. You were honest with me and now I want to be just as honest with you. When you approached me with this idea, I thought you were mad and I was less than keen, it just did not seem right, which I suppose it’s not, but you explained yours and Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s problems with great patience and I understood and agreed to go along with you.”
I paused for a moment.
Then continued,

“Now that I have seen for myself just how Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is, I am as keen as you to prevent her being tempted elsewhere. More than that, you showed me what a gorgeous, desirable and sexy woman she really is, that is something I had not noticed before.”

I took a deep breath.
Ålī Abī Tālib was listening intently.

“Now, Ålī Abī Tālib, I do want her, I really want her, to make love to her, to fuck her so well that she does not want anyone else. I want to feel her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in my Hindu arms. I want to feel her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body welcome me in as I enter her. I want to please her and be the dominant one that she has sought for so long. I want her to surrender her self totally to me.”

I was neither blushing nor breathing hard.
I was waiting for Ålī Abī Tālib’s reply.
With real emotion in his voice he replied,

“Dad, it sounds to me as if your love for her has notched up a rung,”

I nodded and looked him in the eye.
He went on speaking.

“It sounds stupid to you maybe, but those are the emotions I hoped you would feel. I don’t want her just to be fucked, I need her to be loved and loved in the way and with the passion you just showed. I am unable to give her those expressions of my love, but you, my father, can. You are the only person in the world I would ever have trusted her too. If she wants to go with you take her, take her all with my love and blessings. Let’s make this a family based and founded on a real and deep love.”

Ålī Abī Tālib never failed to amaze me with his tremendous love for her, I thought.

“What can I say, Ålī Abī Tālib, you have just offered me the greatest gift ever. Something you hold so dear and close to your heart, thank you.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled,
“She will, as I said yesterday, still be my wife and I will always love her very much, but she will be your woman in all and every respect and now I know how much you care for her I could not be happier. I know she will return your love with interest and she will love us both in different ways.”

I sipped my juice and considered his words.
I knew he was right.
What the hell else could he do for his ever sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife except to give me to her for ever?

“I am sure it would work out great,” I answered him thoughtfully, “provided of course she wants it that way. I do not intend to force her though. She will have to tell me or ask me, in fact tell us both that she accepts me as her man and lover, she should tell us both at the same time as well.”

“It’s a deal,” Ålī Abī Tālib said.

We raised our glasses in a toast to our agreement.
Ålī Abī Tālib went off to get another beer and juice each and when he returned, sat and asked.

“So what have you been researching then?”

I grinned dexterously,
“I wanted to find some books on master and sub missives, I want to do this right, but there was not a lot there, no surprise really, but I found a couple of books and a web site.”

Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“I am pleased that you are taking this so seriously, what did you learn?”

“Well, that discipline and humiliation are the keys to it working properly, along with teasing and temptation.”

Ålī Abī Tālib grinned at me,
“Dad, she really is lucky to find a man that is so keen to please her and to make sure things are right,” said Ålī Abī Tālib gratefully, sincerely, indebted to me immeasurably.

I just sipped my juice and smiled at him.

“Dad, please don’t take offence, but this new lifestyle may be expensive, you know new and different clothes, hotels and the like, so I want to pay my share.”

I interrupted him hastily.
“No, Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s not on, it’s not fair,”

“Of course, it’s fair,” he argued, “she will still be my wife, but I will not be spending so much on her anymore. I can easily afford it. It will give me great pleasure and make me feel as if I am more a part of things with you both.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib, it’s not needed. I have infinite money to meet it.”
“I know, yet I want your services not as my Dad, as the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist instead.”
I was startled.
“You want to pay me for making love to your wife?”
“To take care of her as the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled gravely.*

Despite my constant arguments, Ålī Abī Tālib did not agree not to pay for my services as a Sex Therapist.
I conceded ultimately.
I had to.
Ålī Abī Tālib had already paid for my services as a Sex Therapist to Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ.
I could not return it to him now.
He refused to take it back.

I shook his hand,
“Alright. Thanks, Ålī Abī Tālib, that you found me so useful, even at my sixty four.”

Just then, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, joined us.
I went and got her a glass of wine.
She took a sip and looked at me with a grin.

“You were very naughty this morning, ever young man, embarrassing me like that. I hardly noticed you’re ever impish to the extent. I was going to tell you, but thought it might embarrass you.”

I thought about what she had said and thought that this might be a good time to try humiliation.
She enjoyed her humiliation, instead of really feeling disgraced.
Yet true.
She was not alone that loved to be humiliated sexually.
There were numerous of them who loved to be kicked with their man’s foot even.
The more they were humiliated, the more they loved the man that humiliated them.
I was already in Live in relationship with countless of such immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies that cheated their utmost faithful, utmost sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husbands even, because they never humiliated them.
The generosity of their ever nice Musalmān husbands, actually, became their major drawbacks to keep their marriage running.
“They are actually under evolved. Their evolution into a human being is not complete yet.” I said gravely to Imām Azhar Vasīm.
Imām Azhar Vasīm was almost in tears.
“Is she curable, Durgesh? She is not only my wife. She is my Kħālāzād sister as well. My Kħālā has actually brought me up, after my Ammī went with you.”
I looked at him gravely.
“Imām Azhar Vasīm, your Ammī needed wild animal sex and your Abbū expressly refused to provide her that. He called your Ammī slut instead.”
“You think my Abbū was wrong?”
I watched him gravely.
“Yes. She isn’t a slut even a bit. She is living with me now for years. She is still crazy for wild animal sex with me. But she is one of the most loyal and ever faithful Live in relationship partners I have.”
Imām Azhar Vasīm looked at me, incapable to meet my ever innocent ever aggressive eyes.
“Abbū still blames you that you have broken countless marriages of us Musalmīn, successfully, only by providing immense nonstop wild animal Hindu sex to our otherwise Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.”
I smiled benignly.
“Your Abbū, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad is one of the ever adamant Musalmīn who never learn, even after the immense disgraces they face nonstop one after another.”*

I had known Al Farħānah Al Murād for two years now and discovered completely by accident a small submissive side to her.
She was one of the four extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives of Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad.
She had never been into master and slave, or any form of mild smacking at all.
To her that was indeed a step to far.
It simply wasn’t for her at all.
But Al Farħānah Al Murād insisted.
She was adamant.
Her ever moral ever nice Musalmān husband, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, had expressly told Al Farħānah Al Murād that she was crazy if she really expect such an immensely disgracing attitude from him.
He was a Maulānā after all.
He could never even imagine to fall that low.

However, she did enjoy being restrained for short periods of time and I took full advantage of that.
It was a kind of double whammy for me.
I enjoyed pleasuring her while she was tied down and when I let her loose she would just be on fire when she was free again.

I had told Al Farħānah Al Murād in the morning when we had awoke that the afternoon held a surprise for her.
Al Farħānah Al Murād had done her best to worm it out of me but to no avail.
Some months before we had found, completely by accident a real beautiful spot by the river, unless you knew the area it was totally impossible to find and was not overlooked by anything.

Most of the area was thick bush and trees, except a small area by the river about ten meters square that run gently down to the river’s edge.
Almost in the middle of this small grassy area stood just one tree that seemed to defy logic in why it stood alone amongst all that grass.
We had come here several times following our initial find and even made a point of telling no one about the place in the hope that this most beautiful of spots would remain ours.

It was here that I drove Al Farħānah Al Murād that fine summer evening.
We pulled up and after getting out and looking at the stunning view, I walked to the boot of the car.
I had made sure I had what I needed the day before to fulfill her immensely disgraceful ambitions.
Her husband Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad was absolutely against her incalculably shameful drives.
But Al Farħānah Al Murād was too obsessed with her fantasies to get rid of them ever, without fulfilling them.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was an under evolved immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī highly educated Musalmān young lady.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was a PhD already in Islamic Researches.
It was a tragedy that even her such a high education could not evolve her fully, and cure her absolutely from these ever disgracing ever detrimental intensely animal drives.
Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad was adamantly incapable in understanding her otherwise immensely sophisticated ardent Musalmān wife, Al Farħānah Al Murād.
I was trying to cure her.
Her younger sister, Al Ħabībah Al Murād, had hired my Sex Therapy services or her elder sister.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had consented already.

Al Farħānah Al Murād smiled when I pulled out a rolled up blanket, tucked it under my arm, took her hand and we walked to the clearing.
The only sounds where those of nature at peace with itself.
The tree looked like a good spot.

I knelt down and unrolled the blanket.
A small black bag fell away from the blanket and hit the floor making a slight jangle noise.
I looked up at Al Farħānah Al Murād and told her to take her clothes off.
As I finished spreading out the blanket I could see her out of the corner of my eye.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was just taking off her bra and stood there naked and smiling.
Her mind awash with ideas of what was to come.

I told her to sit on the blanket and reached over for the black bag.
Al Farħānah Al Murād knelt down beside me waiting, her nipples already giving away her state of arousal.
I handed her four straps and told her to put them on her wrists and ankles.
As Al Farħānah Al Murād did this, I undressed myself.
I was satisfied that the straps were on correctly and wouldn’t hurt her.

I pulled out four pegs and hammered them into each corner of the blankets edge.
Al Farħānah Al Murād lay in the middle.
I tied the straps to the pegs, then putting a blindfold on her I sat closer to her and gently ran my fingers over her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
I could feel my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund becoming erect with the anticipation.
I felt Al Farħānah Al Murād stirring as well.
What a madness.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was cheating her ever nice ever humane Musalmān husband only to get her entirely disgracing animal ambitions fulfilled.
Al Farħānah Al Murād wasn’t under educated.
She was a PhD.
Yet, her under evolution was destroying her otherwise immensely successful married life.
Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad refused to understand it.
He was too nice a human being to even imagine such psychological dilemma of his otherwise ever faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Imām Azhar Vasīm was only one year old then.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was too obsessed with her under evolved animal ambitions to care of her one year old son even.

I kissed her neck and run a hand over her breast, the nipple grew more erect immediately.
I slowly kissed along her upper body and cupping her breast in both hands I took her intensely hard nipple in my mouth, she gasped as I sucked and nibbled on it.
My hand gently brushed her skin as it traveled down her stomach and stopped at her navel.

My lips were playing gentle catch up with my hand as I kissed and gently licked the underside of her breast and every bone I could see in her rib cage.
When I had caught up with my hand I could feel the heat of her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body getting very intense now and although she tried not to wriggle she just couldn’t help herself.

I run my tongue around the edge of her navel.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was softly moaning and biting her bottom lip.
Again my hand wandered further down her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, stopping at the ridge of her pubic bone.
I could feel the heat from her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was on fire now.
Her arousal state was now very high and I could hear her pulling against the restraints, her hearing and other senses intensified now due to the loss of sight.

In one motion I forced my Uncut Hindu Lund into her navel and my hand down to her now soaked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I gently pinched her terribly attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips between my fingers.
Al Farħānah Al Murād could hold back no more and arched her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, the restraints holding her to the blanket, my hard utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund twitching, demanding action.
My mouth again on the move, stopping at her pubic bone as my soaking fingers delved into her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, first two, then three fingers inside her as I thrust them hard into her, curling them upward and finding her love button.

Al Farħānah Al Murād was now franticly trying to pull against the restraints, trying to force her thighs closed around my hand, wanting to make sure I didn’t remove my fingers buried deep inside her.
I pushed on to her button again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād screamed and her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body would shudder out another small orgasm, with her head now to one side.
Al Farħānah Al Murād just moaned.

I withdrew my fingers and Al Farħānah Al Murād whimpered, trying desperately to force her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body down the blanket to savor every last moment of my fingers in her cum soaked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I then moved my male Hindu body between her legs and let my lips roam her now blood engorged lips, pulling them apart I slip my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, kissing her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.

Both of us seemed to read each other’s mind.
Alas, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad never tried to read her mind.
If he had, Al Farħānah Al Murād, his otherwise ever faithful wife had never cheated Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad.
He was still adamant, alas, it wasn’t his mistake.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was a slut instead.

Al Farħānah Al Murād needed me to enter her.
I lay over her and in one move buried my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her cum filled awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Farħānah Al Murād tried so hard to move her legs again, wanting to wrap them around me so I wouldn’t leave that place.

I withdrew and another whimper came from her lips.
Again I entered her.
The thought of gentle thrusts gone now as lust on both our parts took us and I buried my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund again and again into her.
It went on to infinity perhaps.
None of us both cared for the time our animal lust was taking to extinguish, if not for ever, even for the time being at least.
We were not even human beings.
We were animals absolutely.
I fucked Al Farħānah Al Murād as she was never fucked ever before.

With one final deepest thrust ultimately, I erupted into her.

Al Farħānah Al Murād came and her whole body arched.
She almost pulled one of the restraints out of the ground, such was the strength of her orgasm.
Then Al Farħānah Al Murād went slack.
I tried to withdraw and as I did a moan of frustration escaped from her lips.
I stopped to withdraw.
Instead, I pushed in back deepest once more.
Al Farħānah Al Murād smiled gratefully.
“Thank you very much, Durgesh darling. Méré Hindu Piyā! Please, never withdraw. I need your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund forever in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“My pleasure, Al Farħānah Al Murād darling. As you please.”

I undid all the restraints and the blindfold, in an instant Al Farħānah Al Murād had pushed me onto my back and sat on my stomach.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was smiling, both with the freedom and the anticipation of what Al Farħānah Al Murād wanted to do.
I could feel our mixed cum oozing from her and spreading across my stomach.
Al Farħānah Al Murād moved off and lay across my legs, then proceeded to lick all the juices from my stomach, watching her do that was making me hard again.

Al Farħānah Al Murād held my almost erect utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand as she finished licking off all the mixed cum juices from my stomach, then turned her attention to my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, first the tip went into her mouth, then more, eventually Al Farħānah Al Murād had to move her fingers so she could take even more.

Her tongue and her head were poetry in motion.
I could see her now free hand between her legs masturbating herself to yet another orgasm.
I held her under her arms and lifted her onto my male Hindu body then onto my incredibly hard utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Farħānah Al Murād squealed again as she lowered herself onto me, her breasts dangled just above my mouth.

Al Farħānah Al Murād gasped and then started to lower and raise herself, slowly at first then faster as all pretenses of love making was lost and lust took hold of both of us.
As Al Farħānah Al Murād would lower herself onto me I lifted my male Hindu body to meet her, faster and faster we went, deeper and deeper we both tried to force my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

Suddenly she let out a squeal, her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body shook and shook and we both came together again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād flopped onto my male Hindu body exhausted and panting, her sweat mixing with mine just as our cum had just done…

We stayed like that, her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body too shattered to move.
I loved the feeling of both of us so close, finally my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her deepest once more, and a slow whimper came from her lips.
Trying to get as much skin contact as she could, soon after that, I could hear her gently breathing as she fell asleep on me, with my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I wrapped an arm around her and held her close, soon sleep took me as well.
None of us thought we were under open sky.
How animal Al Farħānah Al Murād was still now.
I could never imagine Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad to forgive Al Farħānah Al Murād for it ever.
I was right.
He never did.

Chapter 23
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