What a pleasant change! 3

What a pleasant change!

Durgesh

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Chapter 3

Durgesh Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān
Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Muħammad

We both redressed to a degree of decency as I marched upstairs.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, now decent but still looking delectable, went to the front door.
Unusually she asked who was there and got a querulous reply from Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad announcing herself.
Maybe it was more hesitant a voice.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān opened the door just a little, not sure what she was going to face.

“Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, may I come and talk with you, please?”

Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān recalled her anger when she threw Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad out but felt some remorse immediately.
The presence of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad in a light summer frock softened Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān immediately.

“Oh, do come in Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I’m really glad you’ve come round to see me.”

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad took in Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, scanning her body in the summer frock she had picked out so carefully as projecting softness and openness to the woman she had had advances from.
She didn’t want to spoil this occasion with another rejection.

With the door closed, they stood very near each other with no more words expressed.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān raised her hand to Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s cheek and caressed it.
As soon as she did that, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad fell into Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s arms and lapsed into a flood of tears in relief that she hadn’t been rejected.

Slowly, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān led Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad into the same room she and I had been getting off on and was privately relieved she hadn’t got the vibrator out with me.

I witnessed it all and it did nothing to dampen my Hindu erection.
I would have doffed a hat at Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s rapid adjustment of her behavior.
I moved again so I could still see what was happening between them.

Once in the room and still standing, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān lifted Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s face by her chin.
She saw a harrowed woman whose eyes betrayed even more sadness than she had endured.

Taking Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s cheeks in each hand, she drew her lips to her own and pressed them to her hoped for lover’s.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad responded by bringing her arms around Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s back and clinging to her as if it were her only chance.
Their tongues sought each other.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad wasn’t holding back and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān sensed this.
Each other’s hands were all over buttocks, thighs, waists, shoulders.
Now Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān stepped back to view her lover, still holding her by her shoulders.

Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān decided that now it was not the moment for restraint.
She was going to put Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad to the test, to assess her commitment, real or feigned.
Withdrawing her arms she stood directly facing her.
Taking her frock buttons one by one, there must have been a dozen, she commenced to unbutton her top.
First thing she noted was the absence of a bra, but she didn’t open her up immediately as she got beyond her breast, merely her delightful cleavage to her ever erect Musalmān breasts.
Continuing and getting what she thought was approval, she came across a lovely pink silk suspender belt, so old fashioned but delightful.
Next was the slight plumpness of her lower tummy held in somewhat by her belt.
On and down and the first glimpse of hair voluminous and untouched with a very few speckles of grey amongst her dark brown hairs.
Then on downwards to soft white thighs, still close together but so inviting and on to her light brown silk stockings held up by those lovely garters.
Her unbuttoning was complete.
“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I want you to open your frock for me, please.”

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad took each side of her frock, lifted it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

I was watching all this from my vantage point outside the room.
I didn’t let Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān see me squeezing myself for self-control at this view of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and her new lover.

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad just stood before Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān a little uncertain of herself but now beyond a point of return.
She stood in her low heels, stockings and pretty suspender belt waiting for a move from Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.

Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān moved closer but not embracing Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Instead she took her right index finger and placed it with firmness on Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hairs.
With her other hand she took one breast and softly ran the flat of her other hand across Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s nipple.
Simultaneously she licked Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s lips with her own wet tongue.
All this was so brazen to Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad she was not quite sure of Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was mocking her vulnerability.
She nearly retreated, it was so shameless.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān hadn’t even opened her gown.
Gradually, though this was happening in seconds, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad tried to detract from herself even though the hands were doing their work on her very effectively.

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad asked if Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān would like to undress her.

“I’d love that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad only had to tug the loose knot that held Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s gown together.
It immediately gave way.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad took the liberty of drawing the silk gown apart.
She was taken away by the sheer beauty of Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s breast, much larger than hers not even sagging yet while she was even much older.
Scanning her body she took in Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s pantyhose and even noted that it was torn at her crotch.
She noted that but said nothing.
She pushed the gown off her shoulders so they were both near naked but so ravishing together.

“Play with me, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I need you badly.” Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad responded by running her hands tentatively over Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s full breasts, teasing her nipples and not regretting her move to come and see Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān took one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s hands and pressed it through the handmade hole created just moments ago for her and my pleasure.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad allowed her hand to be pushed into another woman’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot for the first time in years since she had been with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān felt wet and wonderful as she explored her swollen extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit and lower down to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her movements had their effect on Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān who hadn’t remained passive but had recommenced her caressing of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s body.

Feeling assertive again she moved Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad backwards so that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was forced to retreat and fall back onto the couch.
Laying her out with her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs wide open, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān ran her hands along Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s thighs beyond her stocking tops and began licking round Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s creases between her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs and buttocks.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was impatient.
She felt a need to seduce her so they would become lovers and so satisfy a long lost need.
Taking the succulent bait, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān slid her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue in between those hairy covered but soaking labia into her inner lips and then onto her dark pink mound of flesh she knew instinctively Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad would love.
Quickly she brought her to a crescendo as she tongued her deftly around her swollen extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
She quickly found that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad liked the indirect sliver of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue to the direct absorption of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad could not take in that she had finally given her body to Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān and she had no regrets.
As Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue round her little pinnacle, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad reacted by letting go as well as holding Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s head so she couldn’t retreat.

“Oh Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān my love, I’m so glad I came to you. Hold me I’m cumming now, now, Allah, fuck, oh yes, yes.”
She continued screaming although she was slowly winding down from the best cum in years.

Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān slowly withdrew.
She knew she had done what she wanted.
She hadn’t cum herself yet but no hurry.

What to do if I was still in the house?
She looked round and saw me in the hallway.
She signaled me to get upstairs for she sensed Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad had not planned to stay so long, only to make up.

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad did indeed withdraw, apologizing for leaving so quickly and so selfishly after having her needs met but not Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s.
She promised to make it up to her and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān held her to it.
What she hadn’t told Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was that she wanted to be with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s husband’s friend this evening despite her new found love.

I came downstairs.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was still in a state of physical disarray and sexual need but she was also aware that I must be in a right state.

“Durgesh, do what you were going to do before we were interrupted. Come again soon so we can take our time and fuck because I too myself want you.”

“Are you okay with that, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?”

“Absolutely, Durgesh.”

With that I stood over her rather exhausted body, fucked Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān in countless sex positions she had ever dreamed off.
She fucked me even more vigorously than even I fucked her.
I let Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān even win me in this competition deliberately.
I wanted her to forget lesbianism forever.
She demanded anal sex too.
I obliged Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
“I’m immensely grateful and indebted to you, Durgesh. My bastard Musalmān husband never fucked me in my ass. He even never allowed me to suck him. I was never satisfied consequently absolutely. It made me gradually to hate even the entire mankind immensely. I had no other option except to surrender to lesbianism. Now, you have satisfied me in sex in every possible way I wanted to. Would you oblige me in the same way for the rest of my life? You are the ever first real man in my life. I would be immensely obliged, grateful and indebted to you, if you keep fucking me from now on till I exist.”
I kissed Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān still fucking her wildly.
“Don’t worry, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. I promise you that. That’s what I am made for, I think.”

Ultimately I let lose my long delayed sperm into her Musalmān Choot once more.
Kissing each other she let me out to satisfy Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.

I ran round the vicinity in the opposite direction from home, so as to ensure Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I had been out for a run.
On arrival at home, I had built up a sweat to be more convincing.
In fact, I had enjoyed the immense fuck and my Hindu cum ultimately, into Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s ever ardent Musalmān Choot.
I would have liked to have more time with her but I also wanted to get back to see how Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad would be reacting to her new lover that afternoon.

I found Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad in the kitchen preparing some odds and ends for supper for both of us.
She had removed her heels and stockings and was working around the kitchen in her bare feet.
Glancing at Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad from her side, I noticed that she had removed her bra as well, for her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts now had their natural wilt but were still full in her thin frock even though she was displaying them pendulum style.
I felt a small surge below.

Eīshān, I just dropped my load into Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, and now Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s got me going.
What is going on?*

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was in a calm and lovely mood, saying little, but happy with me, sitting around doing little, but sipping a beer from the fridge and enjoying the evening, both grazing rather than eating a full meal.
She hadn’t even mentioned being at Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s this afternoon.
I also had a sense that she hadn’t washed herself after being with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, just removed her underwear.
She bent down to reach into the fridge for another gin and tonic for herself.
Her frock tightened round her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Gorgeous view for her 64 year old Hindu lover.
And no she wasn’t wearing panties either, just like this afternoon.

Without even a hint of flirt Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was just perfectly relaxed from her frantic cum with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
She gave me no hint of our sexual sojourns with each other.
However, I did notice she had little energy and at one stage she fell into a two minute nap.

I decided I would encourage her to go to bed.
She looked emotionally exhausted, no doubt from her charged feelings for Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān.
We watched TV for some time rather desultorily which put her in the mood for bed.
Kissing me lightly on my lips she wished me a good night and retired.
I decided to watch one of my DVDs I’d shared with Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, got nice and horny and then went up to bed myself passing Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s room on the way.
She had left the door slightly ajar and was fully asleep with a light duvet for cover.

I rang my sexy Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr and filled her in on the story so far.
I couldn’t have had the same story for My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
She wouldn’t have been able to cope with what was going on between Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and myself.
She wanted to have me for herself only, exclusively, though she herself had a husband too.
“Husband?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed, “Do you still think Ålī Muħammad is my husband? Why the hell I was a virgin when you fucked me in my Shab-e-Ůrūsī?”
“You should haven’t called him an impotent, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad. Who can bear that his newly wed wife call him impotent even in their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, in their Golden Night itself?”
“Oh, that?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked me bitterly.
“Yes,” I said curtly, fucking Al Fātimah Al Muħammad wildly from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind, “that.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was herself thrusting her ever glorious ever glamorous ever whitish pink ardent Musalmān buttocks towards my nude Hindu lap, filling it with her ever glorious ever glamorous ever whitish pink ardent Musalmān buttocks, repetitively, constantly, endlessly.
We both loved this sex position immensely.
We fucked mostly in it usually.
“What should have I done?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed ironically, “The bastard had undressed me fully. I had undressed him fully. He had kissed and even licked my entire nude Musalmān body, including my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, buttocks, ass too. Yet his cut Musalmān nūnī was still not erect even a bit, not even stirred. What should have I called him instead of an impotent, a stallion, a stud?”
I kept my patience fucking her as usual,
“Hadn’t Ålī Muħammad told you that Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Rājesh Rājpūt and some other communal anti-Muslim Hindus fuck him in his almost femininely beautiful ardent Musalmān ass?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled, smirked and laughed.
“Yes, he told me that Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Rājesh Rājpūt and some other communal anti-Muslim Hindus fuck him in his almost femininely beautiful ardent Musalmān ass. But he told me his cut Musalmān nūnī was always erect when they fuck him in his ass. They laughed over it thinking he was enjoying their Uncut Hindu Lund in his utmost feminine Musalmān ass very much.”
“And you decided to marry Ålī Muħammad, didn’t you?”
“Yes, because I sympathized with him. He told me his cut Musalmān nūnī was erect but it was a dirty lie.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said contemptuously.*

I looked at Al Fātimah Al Muħammad bitterly.
“No, it was not, never. Ålī Muħammad is a victim of circumstances. He isn’t and never was a terrorist.”
“Because Ålī Muħammad lets you fuck his extremely beautiful Ammīs, his extremely beautiful Kħālās, his extremely beautiful Buās, his extremely beautiful Chachīs, his extremely beautiful Mumānīs, his extremely beautiful sisters, his extremely beautiful cousins, his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said sarcastically.
“It’s not any big deal now.” I smiled urbanely, “Nowadays, it’s a virtue that I fuck a Musalmān lady, not a vice. Hadn’t you invited your Ammījān yesterday to join us while we were fucking and your Ammījān just innocently walked in?”

Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed.
“Innocently?”
“Why not?”
“Ammījān hadn’t come there innocently.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled cunningly, “Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, my Ammījān is a cabinet minister now in the new NDA Government. She is as cunning as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. Never underestimate my Ammījān. She came deliberately to get fucked by you immensely once more, after you fucked her the day before yesterday.”
“How do you know?” I smiled cunningly myself.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed openly.
“You ever naughtiest ever impish 64 years old Hindu scoundrel, you yourself wanted to fuck my Ammījān, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, once more. Didn’t you?”
I kept smiling cunningly as well as fucking Al Fātimah Al Muħammad wildly too.
“Well, it was only a courtesy fucking, only honoring your Ammījān’s immense Musalmān beauty, when I fucked her in that inaugural function.”
“A courtesy fucking, only honoring my Ammījān’s immense Musalmān beauty?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad laughed, “You ever naughtiest ever impish 64 years old Hindu scoundrel, you were there to inaugurate her granddaughter’s Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot. Yet you fucked the granddaughter less than you fucked her extremely beautiful Ammī and even more beautiful grandmother, my Ammījān, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah.”
“Well,” I said innocently, “what could I do? Your niece, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, couldn’t bear my then nine inches long immensely lusting Uncut Hindu Lund into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot, any longer. Your Bhābhījān, Al Tihārat Al Islam and your Ammījān, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, offered themselves to replace your Just Eighteen Just Adult niece, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad. I couldn’t disgrace them by not accepting their so kind and immensely honoring me offers. Moreover, Your Just Eighteen Just Adult niece, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, was afraid of bleeding too.”
“Nonsense, Al Islam Al Qāsim Al Muħammad complained to me that her Ammī and her GrandAmmī didn’t let her get fucked by you optimum while it was her own Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot’s inaugural function. You were specifically invited there to fuck her, not her Ammī and her GrandAmmī. You ever naughtiest ever impish 64 years old Hindu scoundrel. You still love to have mature Musalmān Cunts more, swallowing your Uncut Hindu Lund, than Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts, despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Brigade’s ever constant efforts.”

Chapter 4
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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


What a pleasant change! 1

What a pleasant change!

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad

After the funeral we were all invited back for the wake, the reception and get together being at the family home.
I had decided it wasn’t something the rest of my family should endure, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, not being really one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s favourites, to put it mildly.
In fact they were effectively sworn enemies since my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had informed his mother and father of their marriage, after the event.
They had assumed it was because Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was pregnant.
But that wasn’t the case.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad had been urging them to marry for about two years.
Eventually, I went along with it.
I was quite keen.
But I had always had a roving eye at possibilities with other colleagues, we worked in the same organisation, and amongst women I knew in politics as well as neighbours.

Anyway, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend suddenly decided to get married one day by special licence.
I informed Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad afterwards and she went apeshit.
Furious with me, but more with My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,, she told us not to expect a wedding gift.
My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend hadn’t and didn’t get one.
Nor did my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend see much of them after the wedding day either.
A few years passed.
I yielded to my roving eye, but secretly, within the marriage, my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had a child Layla and I saw little of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
My friend’s father’s death was a surprise.
He and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad had been very close.
I had remembered their affection for each other as well as her affection for me.
It was mutual.

So now in the kitchen, she and I were ensuring that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s guests were fully stuffed and filled with alcohol in the living room.
Well, I hated alcohol.
So did my friend, Ålī Muħammad.
But my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend, Ålī Muħammad, hated alcohol even more than me.
They refused to help Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad even in this matter.
I replaced Ålī Muħammad.

The guests were mostly older than Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and came from his side of the family.
There were a few of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s friends there and with their husbands.
Her neighbour Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was the centre of some attention, being the only other single woman at the wake.
Everyone was dressed appropriately for a funeral these days.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad did wear black, though it was a fairly tight fitting dress up to her neck with sleeves to her wrists and the hemline to her knees but not below.
For fifty-one she still looked good.
She was not a thin one but with full buttocks and a very reasonable bosom, held up I was sure, with a very firm bra.
She wore low heels and hose.
Her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks may well have had some support too as her tummy was well tucked in.
I broke protocol by not wearing a tie but an open black shirt with a white t shirt underneath.

My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend had both been busy serving and now were alone in the kitchen having a stiff whisky each, more for reward for our efforts than anything else.
Despite their all the show that they hated alcohol, ultimately both of them had surrendered to whisky.
Suddenly Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad put her glass on the table moved to me and held me very close.

“Durgesh, I know we’ve been so distant these years and it’s mainly my fault, but I can’t bear it any longer and need to see more of you now.” I had been leaning against the edge of the sink and she leaned completely into me crushing me hard.
She was about nine inches shorter than me.
She sobbed into my shirt giving in to her grief after being so stalwart at the funeral.

I just held her close whilst she gave vent to her sadness.
I could feel much of her soft yet yielding Musalmān body as she held me really tight.
It was a very emotional moment for us both.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s voice broke the connection as she entered the kitchen with empty glasses.
Struck by our posture, she apologised and instantly retreated with a clear blush on her cheeks.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad quickly disentangled herself from me but didn’t appear embarrassed by Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s unexpected entry.
She reminded me of her request and I reassured her that I would see more of her and would be staying a few days anyway.
Later mixing with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s guests, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān made her way to me.
I hadn’t known her that well before today and took her in visually as she descended upon me.
She was a bit older than Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, mid-fifties perhaps but hadn’t lost her femininity.
A dark fullish blouse and tight skirt held her shapely Musalmān body nicely proportioned with what appeared to be, and were, seamed stockings that were quite unusual these days.
She clocked my visual of her and did the same, I thought, to me.

“It’s good, at last, to meet you, Durgesh. Oh, I’m sorry that was a bit bitchy wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t take it that way Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you’re so close to each other.”

“How did you know, Durgesh?” Again she put her foot in it but soon realised I meant about being neighbours.

“Let’s start again, Durgesh, shall we?”
I moved to more neutral ground as she gradually let go her blushing.
Eventually she relaxed and my friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, and my friend sat together on one of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s couch for an hour filling each other in on their lives.
Married, divorced, departed, adult children, she now lived alone happily and, she let me know, liberated by those life changes.

At last guests departed leaving just us three.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad sat opposite on the other couch and kicked off her shoes, tucking her legs under her dress, but not without my noticing that she too was wearing stockings having revealed her soft white thighs as her stockings ended just above her knees.
Still, I clocked it but didn’t think about it.
She and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān filled each other in on the other guests she hadn’t met and I just listened enamoured of their easy warmth with each other.

Eventually I made my excuses and departed upstairs, slightly the worse for wear from the day’s turmoil and the later drinking. Showering and then collapsing in my old room, I had noticed how little had changed in the room since my departure years ago.
I lay on my bed reminiscing about the day, with just my light dressing gown on and open.
At that moment a part of me just started to grow all on its own.
Then I nursed it so it stood stiff and high as I reflected on the events that appeared to have caused it to stiffen.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and her crushing embrace, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s embarrassment both then and later, the sheer lushness they both exuded, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s seams, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s white thighs and stockings, her fullness and firmness in my arms.
I began to foster my feelings by attending to my stiff by gently stroking the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad trying to say anything else apart from her need to be closer to me?
Was she sexually aroused?
Was she having an affair with Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?
Did I fancy Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad? Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān?

Getting up, I crept to the door and opened it quietly ajar.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad and Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān were now on the same couch talking softly with Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s head on Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s shoulder and her arm around Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s waist.
Nothing suspicious in that.
I retreated and closed my door.
Back in bed, my Uncut Hindu Cock diminished of its own accord and I fell asleep.

I dreamt.
I was coming home one night a bit passed it for the booze.
I slipped in the back door as quietly as possible not to waken anyone.
A small light came from the living room.
Cautiously, I moved to towards the light.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Not alone.
With her colleague from work whom she had brought home before.
Where was Al Muħammad, her husband?
She was lying back on a chair.
Her friend Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was kneeling on the floor between Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s thighs.
Her eyes were closed.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān was deep into her cunt sucking for all she could obtain.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was in heaven.
I sophisticatedly retreated to avoid disaster.

I wake in a sweat.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was a reminder of an actual event which I had blocked in my relative innocence.
It came to me in an instant.
Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān may well be Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad’s lover.
Was she fully lesbian or bisexual?
I decided to tread warily round Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
Going downstairs in my dressing gown to the kitchen I was met by Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad at the sink washing some of yesterday’s glasses, too delicate for the dishwasher.
She was wearing a beige nightie that came down to her knees.

“Hi Durgesh just clearing after yesterday — such a mess. Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“No, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, not at all. I just woke with a hangover that’s all.”

She got me a fizzy to settle my head.
When I’d drunk it and put the tumbler down, she again came to hug me like yesterday, though dressed very differently.
She pressed herself against me.

“Durgesh, it’s so wonderful to have you home. Can you really stay awhile?”

Her free Musalmān breasts were tight against my Hindu chest and her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard into me.
I started to swell under the gown.
She may have noticed for she gradually withdrew so as not to embarrass her or me.

“Love, I’m sorry, I feel so needy, never felt like this before. I want you here to hold me whenever you can. Will you?”

“Of course, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, whenever.”

“So, that’s a deal then. I have to go to see Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān too, as I think I may have upset her as well.”

“Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, I’m sure you didn’t, she’s very fond of you.”

Nevertheless, she went next door dressed in the same nightie with just a dressing gown.

I took my breakfast back to my room to read the paper.
However, I became, again, preoccupied with thoughts of Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.
She had cuddled me once again, without any reservation with only her nightie on.
Stiffening once more at the thought of her extreme Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān softness and apparently unwitting sexuality revealed by her not wearing a bra and maybe no panty.
Hell, I doubted now her platonic behavior she had so successfully maintained so far, during her husband’s lifetime.
Well, she was fifty one, I was sixty four, what a pleasant change from almost always fucking new Jet Musalmān Beauties.
Moreover, most of them are Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Are they not?
They wanted to inaugurate their Just Eighteen Just Adult ardent Musalmān Cunts with my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, even if it were sixty four years old.
The older the better, they argued.
The more experienced I, the better I can handle their Just Eighteen Just Adult daughter inaugurating her virgin Musalmān Cunt with my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Brigade had successfully changed most of the Musalmān parents’ sexual morals even.
Wasn’t it absolutely incredible?
Yes, but even then, it was true.
The truth was really stranger than fiction.
I had never even dreamed of it.
Nevertheless it was my routine now.
I don’t know how many Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties I had inaugurated now.
They were countless already.
Yes, I had fucked their extremely beautiful Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs etcetera too to honor them as a courtesy.
Even while their Musalmān husbands were present in the functions and celebrations.
Even then it was a pleasant change for me now that Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was interested in me sexually.
Eīshān, how amazingly beautiful she was even at her fifty one!
If she wanted to replace me her husband in her sexual life, it was an utmost pleasant surprise for me.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was always against the Musalmān Beauties that had any Hindu lover.
If she herself was opting me, it was certainly a historic change in her ever communal morals.
Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan behind it too establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?
Even if she was, let her be.*

Suddenly, I heard a door slam and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad returning more quietly in our front door.
The slammed door was obviously Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s.
What had happened?
Downstairs I found Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad slumped over the kitchen table weeping profusely.
Standing beside her, I placed my arm round her shoulder and gave her a hug to console her.
She turned and hugged in return with her face in the lower part of my tummy, excitingly just above my Hindu crotch.

“Hey what’s up, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”
She continued sobbing,

“Oh Durgesh, Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān’s upset with me and threw me out.”

Eventually she calmed.
Aware of movement in my Hindu groin, I lifted her to her feet, drew her to the living room to the couch and sat her down with me beside her.

Cuddling her round her shoulders again I pressed her to convey the problem to me.
Slowly she found her tongue.

“I really can’t say.”

“Can’t?”

“No, Durgesh I can’t.”

“Was she angry with you, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”

“Yes.”

“What made her angry then?”

“Sorry, I can’t go there, Durgesh.”

I tried another route.

“Did you try to console her?”

“I did but she just pushed me away and told me to go. She slammed the door in my face after hauling me there and told me to never see her again.”

Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was definitely withholding something from me.

“That must make you very upset and hurt.”
At that she lost some of the tension in her body as if it was a kind of release that hit the spot.
We held each other very close for a while in silence.
She put her free arm round my waist, her head cradled against my neck, her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu chest, holding me as if to acknowledge her release.
Inwardly I was wondering how the row could have started alongside enjoying her physical closeness and feeling a faint stirring below.
Then I wondered?
“Did Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān coming into the kitchen and seeing us have anything to do with it?”
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad unconsciously jolted in my arms but didn’t reply.
I had an intimation of what had happened at last and waited.

“You feel rejected by Al Kulsūm Al Ůsmān, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.” A tighter hug followed.

“Sounds like a bit of jealousy to me.” her body recognized my comment.
I continued,

“I can understand her being jealous, but she’s no reason to, has she?”

“Only that you’re my husband’s friend, as well as a friend of my son too, otherwise nothing.”

“Shall I go and see her, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad?”

“Let her cool a bit before we do anything, Durgesh.”
I assented to that.
We were still sitting very close when she gave a big squeeze with her enveloped body still in her dressing gown but the hem had slipped revealing her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs up to her stocking tops.
I found the sight of her covered thighs and beginning of her soft white flesh exhilarating.
The effect was a sudden fullness in my Uncut Hindu Cock and its immense rise.
She didn’t see my emerging hard on ostensibly.
Her pressure against me did have the effect of pushing her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts against her open neckline of her gown, giving me a delightful exposure.

“She has to get used to your being around ̶ I’m not going to let her come between us whatever happens.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant but was beginning to lose my cool at that moment.

“I’m so glad you’ve come back to me, Durgesh.” She was looking into my eyes when she moved her lips up to mine and ran her lips across mine, slowly in a way that was certainly not platonic now.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad really replacing her late Musalmān husband with me?
And as soon as her husband’s funeral is over?
If it was so, she must have already planned it even while Al Muħammad was alive.
What the hell did it mean?
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad was not as communal actually as she acted ostensibly to make Al Muħammad believe?
In my long sixty four years of life, I had met so many Musalmīn who were not communal at all, nevertheless they acted to be so to make their communal community believe that they were too as communal as the rest of the community.
Was Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad one of them?
I reciprocated as we went into a kind of trance with our lips.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened slightly and I let my tongue slip in the gap at the same time as running my hand down her back to her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks as I began to slide it over her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Realizing my move I stalled my kiss.
Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad backed off my lips and returned to my Hindu chest.
She must have looked down for she noticed her cleavage but then glanced further down.
Her reaction to the pyramid of my gown was instant.
Shocked she withdrew with, “Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, what now? What have I done? What a bloody mess ̶ Allah, oh shit.

She tore herself away from me and ran upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Creeping slowly upstairs I listened outside her door and could hear her crying and sobbing.
I felt callous but it was not good to do anything at that moment, I was sure.
I retreated to my bedroom.
I let my dressing gown fall open and casually stroked myself, letting my thoughts wander over the highly exciting previous hours.

I decided to phone My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, who could often get a bit sexual with me with phone sex, but she was out.
I decided to give Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr a call.
Bingo the phone rang, she was home, she lived alone and knew I was here for the funeral.
But we had a thing going for us for over a year.
She was as lewd and dirty and always seemed willing to go there even on a Sunday morning.
Very soon, I had her wanking with me over the phone about the whipping I had given her last week at her place whilst watching a particularly hard Årab video about a fifty year old Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman getting a hard caning and anal fuck by a Hindu while tied.
She was on the floor that day with her fingers in her cunt whilst we both watched the video and I fucked her reddening Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with my Uncut Hindu Lund too hardened to bear even in her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass already used to it immensely.
Wild animal anal sex was Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr’s utmost weakness, she never even wanted to get rid of.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr was crazy to have my Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever ravenous ardent Musalmān ass.
Her ever pious Musalmān husband never provided her it.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr raped me one day consequently to get it from me.
Her numerous extremely beautiful Musalmān female friends had told her, they had already enjoyed immense anal sex too, with me.

I was voicing our highs from that occasion when she started to cum in a crescendo over the phone.
I hadn’t the speaker on deliberately at that moment.
I started cumming to letting her hear me at the same time when my bedroom door opened and Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad stepped in, still in her nightie with no gown on and in her stocking feet.
In the moment before she saw me, she was absolutely calm, but then she was horrified suddenly at the sight of me shooting my day or two’s spunk all into her friend’s, Al Jamīlah Al Vasīm’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Choot.
Silently she fled back to her bedroom banging the door again.
This time I could hear her screaming and wailing even more than earlier.

When Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr came down from her high, I relayed what had happened, and was sure I heard a slight guffaw at the other end.
We parted on intimate terms and promised to meet when I returned home.
She was happy with the arrangement we had as she knew from the outset of my marriage, even though My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, didn’t.

I decided to face Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad this time and rose, cleaned off my residue with a tissue, tied my gown and went to her door.
She had quieted down somewhat.
Slowly I opened her door.
She had the wit not to lock her door.

She lay on her double bed on the sheet with no cover, still crying quietly.
She looked askance when she saw me sit beside her but said nothing.

“I’m sorry, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, you weren’t meant to witness that. But your friend, Al Jamīlah Al Vasīm, needed it very much. Her husband never makes love to her as wildly as she needs it. ”
At the same time, I lay my hand and arm across her lower back on her silk nightie.
It felt good doing that and she didn’t attempt to deter me but let it happen.
I slowly soothed her softness.
She kept her eyes closed as if ashamed of what she’d seen.

“My fault, Durgesh, for coming in without warning. It’s just my bad luck Durgesh to make things even worse than they are. Durgesh, could you close the curtains, I must still have a hangover, and it’s so bright in here.”

I closed the curtains as tight as I could and returned beside.
She had turned over on her back, still in her nightie.
The darkened room made it much more intimate and cool.
Taking my hand again she placed it on her tummy as if for comfort.
She asked me if it was My friend’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, on the phone.
I could honestly say no.
She looked relieved.

“Can I ask who it was then, Durgesh?”

“A friend I’ve known a year or so, Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, actually.”

“You haven’t mentioned her before, Durgesh. She must be nice. Is she? What’s she like?”

“About thirty, single and enjoys it, likes good fun and doesn’t want to get involved ̶ at least that’s what she tells me.”

“I can see she likes fun, Durgesh. Oh, I am sorry I intruded, Durgesh. I was just coming to make peace and have a cuddle that’s all.”

“You still can, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.”

“This is nice but could you stroke my tummy like you were doing my back.”

“Sure Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad.” I had forgotten I had been doing that earlier.
As I started she looked so much more relaxed and closed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes again.
She went silent on me as I moved my hand in circles round her navel.
Her tummy was slightly plump from motherhood and woman years.
I could see the outline of her ever erect huge beautiful Musalmān breasts slightly flattened by her nightie and her years as well.
Nevertheless, I felt a slight stirring down below.
What a weekend so far.

Widening my hand circle, I came into contact with her suspender belt.
A note of caution or another awakening on my part, let alone her.
She was saying nothing, but I could tell she wasn’t going to stop me so far.
About ten minutes passed.
I noticed her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs and legs relaxing from their earlier tension.
Her nightie was around her suspenders and were on show.
Al Rashīdah Al Zahīr, you just took the first flush, I’m feeling horny again.

“Durgesh, that’s lovely darling, don’t stop, it’s just what I need.”

“I won’t stop, Al Åāyeshah Al Siddīqah Al Muħammad, as long as you like what I’m doing.”

She settled further down the pillow.
Her head was more aligned with her body.
In doing so, she had let the nightie ride up further, showing her white flesh above those stockings.
She must know she’s having a sexy show for me.

Continuing my circular movements, I slowly moved to a wider circle taking in her lower chest just below her lovely tits and just above her hairy Musalmān mound.
She visibly relaxed even further.
She seemed to be encouraging me to continue.
I was so glad she asked me to shut the curtains.
I had never been this intimate with her in my life and I wasn’t sure where this would end, though I could imagine it.

I started to concentrate on her lower waist just above her hairs and well below where I had started.
She started to reciprocate my movements with her own.
It was if this care had never happened before.
I decided to go for broke.
Lifting her nightie above her hairs, I ran my hand even round her Musalmān mound very slowly and softly.
She let out a great sigh but I couldn’t hear any word.
I was glad I was on her right side as, I could be more dexterous and responsive to her.
I slithered my hand in her hairs in small circles, gradually descending to her still closed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

With her still silent, I slipped my finger into and along her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot between her oh so wet labia and found myself where she wanted me to be, I was sure.
Concentrating on her wetness I ran my finger, along the crevice as I took in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and up to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit where I concentrated my attention in between short hops lower down.
But always back to her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit, where it was obvious she wanted me to be.

She responded by widening and lifting her extremely beautiful immensely smooth Musalmān thighs now with her knees bent.
I loved the sight of those stockings and suspenders holding them up.
Fucking gorgeous.
I decided to definitely put my own needs aside as I increased the tempo on her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
I could feel her building up to her high, but then I would slide back down to take off the pressure but then return.
I was now getting on this side of cruelty in stemming her inevitable need so I decided to go for it and returned to that swollen nub more directly by running my finger along the sides rapidly.

At that moment, she let out a pent up scream.
Lifting her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks to prevent me escaping I helped let loose her cum, an unrelenting cum that seemed like weeks of frustration suddenly let go.

She collapsed but lifted her arms to envelop me in obvious gratitude.

Where do we go from here? I wondered.

Chapter 2

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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


AHAL-AL BAYT-43

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

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Chapter 43

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad
Muħammad
Durgesh

It was difficult being around me the next day.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but glance at my Hindu crotch, and when she did, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see my great Hindu bulge.
How had she never noticed that before?
Once Al Fātimah Al Muħammad caught her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, looking.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes met and they had to chuckle.

The next night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was having trouble sleeping.
She refused to masturbate thinking about me.
It was just wrong.
I was the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān.

Around midnight, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard something in the hallway and knew what it was.
She got up and opened her door a crack, just in time to see Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slip into my room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad followed her.
Just as she opened the door, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad caught her wrapping her hand — at least as much as it would go — around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered.
She looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“I can’t help it, Ammī. I have to feel how big this thing is.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started sliding her hand up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund, and it slowly got bigger.
“Allah! Holy shit.”

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stood there mesmerized as
my Uncut Hindu Lund got bigger and bigger.
“Look at his balls!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said, and started fondling them with her other hand. “They’re like fucking tennis balls!”
After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten my Uncut Hindu Lund to its full length.
“Gotta be 10 inches,” she said. “Gotta ruler?” She giggled.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could not stop staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. An Uncut Hindu Lund that big can only be called a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s panties were soaked again and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worried her scent would start filling the room.
“You wanna touch it, Ammī?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked, still stroking it.
“No, no, I can’t.”
Allah, how fascinated, how obsessed, how mesmerized, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad herself was.
She never admonished her daughter to stop it immediately.
Instead, she only said she couldn’t touch my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“C’mon, Ammī! What’s the big deal? It’s just a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. I mean, it’s a big fucking unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad walked over and kneeled down next to Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
She was still stroking My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to be the one doing it.
But Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just couldn’t, could she?
“C’mon, Ammī!”
She grabbed her Ammī’s hand and put it on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Allah, God, it felt good.
It was so warm and hard, but at the same time soft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had forgotten what it was like holding a nice thick cock, though she’d never held one nearly this big.
“Awesome, right?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was fondling my Hindu balls with both hands, while her Ammī Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked the shaft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad glanced at me, but I looked sound asleep.
“Alright,” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said after a minute. “My turn again.”
She put her hand on her Ammī’s and her Ammī reluctantly let it go.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started stroking again, but suddenly she did something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wasn’t prepared for.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and took my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! That’s too far now.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad warned her daughter.
She bobbed her head even after that for somewhat half an hour until it didn’t explode into her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad swallowed my entire Hindu Vīrý entirely unashamed of her and then took it out.
“Tastes fucking awesome, Ammī. Just let me do this again.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad seemed powerless to stop her.
Here Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, once more.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had to restrain herself from thrusting her own hand down her panties.
“Alright, enough, c’mon, let’s go.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and then let it go.
“You wanna turn?”

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt convulsed.

“I can’t do that, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Why not? You have done it before, haven’t you?”
She grinned.
“Of course I’ve done it before, but that’s not the point. I-”
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t think of one good reason that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shouldn’t suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuffled over and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly moved out of the way.
After another glance at the still sleeping me, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and quickly shoved it in her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

It had been such a long time since Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done this, but she quickly remembered how to do it.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was so big Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could only get maybe half of it in her mouth, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went to down on it.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad slurped on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and didn’t care how much noise Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was making.
With her right hand, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad started pumping it in time to her sucking.
“Uh, Ammī,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad say, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone to care. “He’s probably gonna…”
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went on sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund herself for more than even her daughter Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.

Then, ultimately, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt My Hindu semen hit the back of her throat.
It was a bit of a surprise, but she quickly recovered and swallowed as much as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad hadn’t planned on making me come, but now that it had happened, it felt great.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked and swallowed until it was all gone and then looked at Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.

“That was awesome, Ammī! How does Durgesh’s Hindu spunk taste?”
Before Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could say anything, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and kissed her Ammī, sticking her own tongue in her Ammī’s mouth.
They kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips.
“Umm, yummy.”
They cleaned up me as best as they could and then left.*

Al Fātimah Al Muħammad went back to her room.
said as she went back to her room.
“Allah, God, I’m horny,” she said.
That makes two of us Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
She ripped off her now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed herself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt disgusted with herself for what Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done, and barely left her bedroom the next day.
Around noon, there was a knock on the door.
” Kħadījah, you okay?” It was I.
“Uh, yeah, Durgesh , just a headache. I’ll be down later.”
“Okay,” I said, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me go downstairs.
How could she ever face me again?
Fortunately I had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with my friends afterwards.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was getting ready for bed, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me come up the stairs and go into my room.
About an hour later, just as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was dozing off, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s door open.
Alright, enough, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad has to put an end to this.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her door just in time to see her slip into My room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped into the hall, but hesitated.
She didn’t think Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could in go in there.
She didn’t know what she’ll do.
No, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad have to stop Al Fātimah Al Muħammad from whatever she’s about to do.
But it was too late.

When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened the door, she was fully naked, riding My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was moving kind of slowly, but her tits, which were a nice size like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, were shaking and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but look at them.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was about to tell her to stop, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad found herself, instead, with her hand down her panties.
Her pussy was so wet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad easily slipped two fingers inside.

Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and smiled, and then her concentration went back to fucking her phūphājī, me.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched as she grinded her nice plump Musalmān ass on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and then she uttered a small cry.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew she had come.
She stayed impaled for a minute and then slowly got off.
A trail of my Hindu cum and hers leaked out of her.
“Did he…?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad asked.
Allah, why the hell isn’t she angry with her daughter?

Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled and nodded.
“It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome.”

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked at her with envy, and then at My deflating unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“You gotta try that sometime, Ammī.”
What Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was afraid of happening, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t stop.
She rushed over to the bed and engulfed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
The combination of my Hindu semen and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s own fluid was pungent, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t care.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad needed this unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund to get hard, and she needed it in her.
“Jeez, Ammī, you’re dirty!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said with a giggle.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sucked for all Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worth and it wasn’t long before the Hindu monster rose again.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly stripped and mounted me.
She barely even glanced to see if I was stirring.
Even if I awoke just then, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wouldn’t have stopped.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and put it the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān clit for a second, and then lowered herself down.
It felt like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was fucking herself with a baseball bat, but it was so good.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stayed like that for a Moment, and then started fucking me wildly.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad came over to the bed and just watched her Ammī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wiped the side of her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked impishly,
“How does my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot taste?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad smiled.
“Why the hell don’t you find out yourself?”

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongues wrestled for a Moment, and then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt a hand on her right tit.
She backed off.
“Naughty,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad didn’t move her hand, nor did Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad push it away.
With both hands, she started playing with her tits, and pulling on her nipples.
“You got great Musalmān tits, Ammī,” she said.
That was when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came the first time.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuddered and almost fell, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad grabbed her shoulders to steady her Ammī.
“Whoa. Good orgasm?”
She resumed playing with her tits as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad resumed riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Wait, I wanna try something,” she said, and walked to the end of the bed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt the bed compress a little as she got on it.
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt hair on her ass.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, what are you doing?”
“I’m licking Durgesh’s huge Hindu balls.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard her slurping for a while Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad continued to ride me.
All of a sudden Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s tongue on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, Allah, oh my God, what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer and kept licking both My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt her tongue move up her ass crack and a second later she was nibbling her asshole.
That’s when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came again.
This time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t hold it in and screamed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for what felt like five minutes, and when she dropped back to earth, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still licking her ass.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked down, My eyes were open.

I stared up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, a confused look on my face.

“Kħadījah? What the…”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone and just kept fucking me.
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sprung into action.
She quickly removed her lips from her Ammī’s asshole and straddled My Hindu chest.
“Hey, Durgesh! You don’t mind us fucking you for a while, do you?”
Before I could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on my face.
I didn’t know when she had cleaned her Musalmān Cunt.
Or, her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done it with her tongue?
Anyway, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was absolutely clean when she squatted on my face, having my lips on her Musalmān Cunt.

I smiled before Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smothered me.
It didn’t take me long to start kissing her there.

We just stayed that way for a while, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad riding my face.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but watch Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s ass as she squirmed; I certainly looked like he knew what I was doing.
I reached out and started squeezing her ass cheeks.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over her shoulder and smiled.

She then leaned forward and spread her legs and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see her asshole.
It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker.
Suddenly, more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to taste it.

I leaned forward and tried to put my face on her ass cheeks.
It was a little awkward because of our position, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly adjusted and my lips found her asscheeks.

Kissing her asscheeks felt like the most natural thing in the world.
It was delicious.

And Al Fātimah Al Muħammad loved it.
She was writhing as both Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and I serviced her private parts.
It was now too long before she screamed as she came.
I was too in action now.
A Moment later, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for the third time, and so did I.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was right; my Hindu semen shot into Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad like a cannon.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad kept My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my for a Moment , and then slowly got off.
Our combined fluids sloshed out of her.
We all looked at each other, tired but happy expressions on our faces.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t know what to say.
She’d just had the best sex of her life and it was with a Hindu Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always hated.

Finally, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad broke the silence.

“Hey, Durgesh ,” she said, lifting up my deflated and soggy unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. “Do you think this thing will fit in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad laughed.
“Penetrate her Musalmān ass too, Durgesh. My daughter is crazier for your Uncut Hindu Lund than even her Ammī is. And thanks a lot for the ever great sex you have provided to us both, Ammī and daughter.”
I winked at both of them,
“It’s my pleasure, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lovers, and never think I was really sleeping.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad both were dumbfounded.
“It’s all right, come on.” I invited both of them, “Let’s have now a more participating threesome. You both have enjoyed your turns. Now let me be aggressive for change.”
They both looked at each other and then suddenly attacked me once more,
“Let’s see, Hindu Scoundrel, who is more aggressive once again. No cheating this time. Just go ahead and fuck both of us till we all the three exist.”

Chapter 44
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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


AHAL-AL BAYT-42

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 42

Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī
Muħammad

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad

All day at work, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī tried to banish images of my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mind.
The more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī fought it, the more clearly she could see my long, hard Uncut Hindu Shaft with the shiny purple mushroom tip and the tight balls perfectly in place.
Is Durgesh really sixty four?
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī can’t believe it.
Allah, how she hated this man.
His entire life is nothing except his ever dirty, ever nāpāk, Uncut Hindu Lund in extremely tāhirāt, extremely muqaddas, muqaddastarīn, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
And his Musalmān friends!
She understood them perfectly too.
They deliberately make Durgesh their friend.
It was the excuse they used to bring Durgesh to their homes and introduce their beautiful Musalmān wives to him so that they could get rid of their perfectly loyal and faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Are they really Musalmīn?
Bloody munāfiqīn!
They deliberately keep their ever tāhirāt, ever muqaddasāt, ever sacred Musalmān wives, hungry for sex under this or that pretext.
Then they make friendship with Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu that has so unashamedly established his Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
The bloody munāfiqīn know very well that if their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are kept hungry for sex deliberately, and they meet Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, however hard their Musalmān wives fight to keep their Musalmān husband’s trust, Durgesh is infinitely expert in making them to surrender to his infinite dirty sexual Hindu lust for them.
Once Durgesh succeeds, and Durgesh never failed, not even a single time, the bloody munāfiqīn divorce their otherwise perfectly loyal Musalmān wives and marry another fresh Musalmān Beauties.
Allah, isn’t it a vicious circle the entire Muslimahs are facing every now and then?*
After breakfast, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had gone into the bathroom without knocking and seen Durgesh fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, on the shower stall.
“Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!” Al Taqaddus Al Islam shouted, but it was too late; Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had already seen us.
Actually All of Durgesh.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had no idea Durgesh, 64 and a senior, was as hung as he was.
He was as big if not bigger than most men she had seen in the porn movies.
Yes, Muħammad could not satisfy Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
It was a blunder to marry Muħammad, even after his so grand an exposure, in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, by his then wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Someone else could have committed suicide.
But not Muħammad.
On the contrary, Muħammad’s friendship with Durgesh had more deepened instead.
Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded.
How the hell someone could be as shameless as Muħammad was.
“Why?” Muħammad argued furiously, “whatsoever was done, it was done by my then ever sex hungry wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. She used Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund as an excuse. Durgesh was used by my then ever cunning wife. What Durgesh has done? He even resisted, but…”
Everyone was dumbfounded hearing Muħammad’s such utmost absurd excuses.
Yet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī married Muħammad.
She needed an ever competent manager for her Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī Multi National Group of Companies.
She was a trillionaire.

What scared her most was that each time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of it, she could feel a tingle in her loins and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten.
When she got home late that day, she was surprised to find that her panties were drenched.
Allah, no Hindu please.
Not Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw them in the hamper and slid on a new pair.

I myself couldn’t stop thinking of Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Everything she did around me was sexualized now.
She could be watching the internet or TV, still it made me hard.
The outfits she wore made me hard; the way she chastely, honorably kissed my cheek or forehead, as I was her Nandoī, her brother in law after all, made me hard.
The scent of her in the bathroom after Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had used it made me hard.
The sight of her folded undies on her bed made me hard.
It was a torture living in that house with her, having a semi-permanent hard on around her.
Finally I confided in a friend about the feelings he was having about Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
“Is that all?” the friend smiled.
“You don’t think that’s weird?” I looked at her.
“Please,” the beautiful Musalmān lady said. “If you think that’s hot, listen to this. Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī lets me use her underwear to finger me in. Once she even helped me, so long as I promised not to tell my parents.”
“What do you mean ‘helped you’?”
“I mean, she fingered me off with her own hand!”
Durgesh smiled fucking her.
“How was it?”
“How was it? Are you kidding me, it was amazing. I don’t know where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī learned it, but she knows how finger me off better than I do myself.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Hell no. She even said that she’d rather I be doing this stuff at home with her, than Allah målūm, God knows, where with whom catching some horrible disease.”
“Gee, that makes sense,” I said. “I had never though of it that way before. It’s safer.”
“Yeah,” the extremely beautiful Musalmān lady grinned, constricting her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Lund. “It’s safer and it sure as hell is hotter. I don’t have to waste my time dating anyone except you, Durgesh darling, and taking them out to dinner. All I have to do is knock on Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s door, butter her up and let things happen.”
“How do you butter her up?” I smiled.
“You know. All I have to do is tell her how much I love her and hug her and give her kisses and tell her how beautiful she is. It never fails.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yup, once you find out she wants it as much as you do, it is.”*

She marched inside extremely excited.
“Ammī, do you know that Durgesh has a huge penis?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad almost spit out the tea she was drinking.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sat down next to me at the kitchen table.
“What?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sputtered.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was grinning.
“Yeah. Durgesh just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad frowned.
“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, that’s your phūphājī you’re talking about.”
“I know, but the size of that thing. Ammī, you can’t believe it. Have you seen it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! Of course I haven’t seen it.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said bitterly, “I wasn’t there in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, when your Abbū’s now former wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, shamelessly exhibited it to your Abbū and the rest of everyone present there.”
“It’s really something to be put in Exhibition, Ammī.”
“Nonsense.”
“Lighten up, Ammī. Is Abbū big?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Is he?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad insisted mischievously.
“Um, I think Muħammad is pretty average, not so smallest as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say and the media is repeating constantly being bribed by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah constantly to justify herself. I don’t know.”
“Durgesh must get it from his side of the family then.”
He doesAl Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was instantly reminded of the time she’d caught Durgesh fucking her friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, when Al Taqaddus Al Islam had come to visit her.
She watched Durgesh and Al Taqaddus Al Islam fucking passionately shamelessly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew, her friends fuck Durgesh.
That was the real reason they were her friends.
Durgesh’s penis appeared to her as if it was a foot long.
“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still thinking about her phūphājī, Durgesh.
Allah, how crazy we Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sighed.
It was really unique and legendary.
Late that night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed.
She opened her bedroom door a crack and saw Al Fātimah Al Muħammad near Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Um, just going to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s that way,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said pointing the opposite way.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“What were you really doing?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad for a Moment . “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”
“See what?”
In the dim light, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her grin.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, no! He’s your phūphājī!”
“I just want to see it, Ammī. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”
She walked back to Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!”
She looked back at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and then opened my door and went in.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly followed.

I was lying on my back, my comforter covering most of his lower half.
From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of my bare butt, and one time my balls — which, now that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought about it were pretty big — Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew Durgesh slept naked.
Well, the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, she smiled mischievously.
Actually it was the other way round.
The ever horny beautiful Muslimāt fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t fuck them.
Why otherwise Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to run her ever utmost infamous Seven Movements?

The street lights illuminated Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.
“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t say that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew he wasn’t.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”
Why the hell she isn’t stopping her daughter strictly?
Why taking it so softly?
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad is an ever insistent ever persistent young lady.
Any strict behaviour with her will produce exactly the opposite result.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad scoffed.
“Durgesh ? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he? He fucks his Musalmān yalāyalīs 24x7x365. That’s why he is so tired that …”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slowly lifted the comforter off me, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her eyes grew wide.
“Allah! Holy shit!”
She moved the comforter so that I was full exposed.
Allah! Good God, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Durgesh does really have a huge penis.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, beaming.
“Look at the size of this thing, Ammī! And it’s not even hard!”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was startled at her daughter’s boldness.
Allah!
Yā Allah!
My Uncut Hindu Lund was at least six inches long and probably five around.
It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless.
It was the first penis even Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad ‘d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad a little, she could feel her own panties start to moisten.
“How big do you think this monster will get?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”
“Alright.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund for another Moment, reluctantly covered me up again and followed her Ammī out of the room.
“Did you see the size of that thing, Ammī? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched her daughter go back to her room, worriedly.
By the time she herself got back into bed, her own pussy was soaked.
Allah!
How could she blame her daughter?*

When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī got home that day, I met her at the door and hugged and kissed her.
She was overwhelmed.
“Wow, what do I owe this for, my Hindu Nandoī, the ever infamous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she said, smiling and teasing me.
I smiled too. “I don’t know. Just for being such a great Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”
“How many wives your ‘sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam’ (?) has? Breaking the record of the original Muħammad Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam? Kambakħt every so called Musalmān, named Muħammad, thinks he himself is Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.”
I hadn’t released new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, still, from my embrace.
My right Hindu palm was still on her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising between her legs.
She looked into my eyes and enjoyed my erection mischievously, between her legs.
“What about the Kħadījahs? Aren’t they themselves countless too?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes too, “And don’t they too think they are Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid razī Allahu tålā ånahā themselves?”
She smiled and changed the subject prudently.
“Ahhh,” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī cooed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hugged me back. “If you keep this up, you’ll get that my Nanads, my sisters in law jealous of me too.”

But I didn’t care what her Nanads think anymore; I wanted her, my own Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Dinner was a quiet affair, candle lit with a lot of shy glances shot across the table.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on a date of sorts.
Allah, date with Durgesh?
She must be crazy.
Only because he has played somewhat with her buttocks, and consequently hardened somewhat between her legs, she thinks he wants her too?
Nonsense.
Isn’t she being somewhat over confident now?
“Listen,” she said. “I’m sorry I barged in on you this morning.”
I smiled it off. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, right? Moreover, you are most welcome whenever you want to see it again.”

“Shut up. Your sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam will murder me.” she smiled, although it was something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hadn’t seen before.
I was hung like a horse.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hesitated, then said, she couldn’t hold back anymore, she said, “How long has it been like that? I mean,” she said, “how long have you been,” she gulped, “hardening on me?”
I was matter of fact suddenly.
I looked at her.
“I guess since last year. It grew a lot that year, on you.”
“I can see that,” she said, regretting it immediately. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. Chill out. I am not offering a baby, my baby to you. It’s natural physical reaction of our bodies, you know. What do you think, I am not aware of the fact that if I harden on you, you wet on me too?”
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s the limit, shut up.” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt embarrassed. She looked at me complaining,
“We may have our own natural physical reactions, we can’t help it. But please, let it go at that.”
Okay.” I smiled, “Now why don’t you draw yourself a bath and relax?”
“That’s very nice of you, to suggest it.” she said, getting up. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”

I’m a real horny toad, my darling, was what I thought.

Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī went upstairs to the bathroom.
She plugged the drain in the tub, ran some hot water, lit some candles and started to undress.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her dirty clothes into the hamper slid herself into the hot bath.
She let herself soak.
Soon her hand found her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and she started to think of My Uncut Hindu Lund.

In the morning, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, was still wearing her bathrobe.
I went to her and hugged her.
“Easy there, mister,” she said, pushing me away.
I hadn’t realized I had morning wood, and it was pressing it up against Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She pretended to be shocked but deep down she liked how hard and big it felt against her tummy.
Yes, she too gets wet on Durgesh whenever Durgesh’s ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund touches her between her legs.
So what?
If Durgesh has a right to harden on her, why similarly she herself doesn’t have a right to wet on Durgesh?
They aren’t brother and sister.
They are brother in law and sister in law.
In law, Not actually.
“Now,” she said, “what do you want for breakfast?”
Later that day, when Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, came home from work, I put my plan into action.
I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
“Awwwe, why thank you honey.”
And then I hugged her and kissed her, which was she was fine with until I tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, Durgesh? I’m your Salhaj, your sister in law,. Not some hussy you met at a bar.”
“Well, I think I took some more liberty erroneously, than you are ready to give me. I’m sorry,” I said gravely.
“Okay. It’s alright if you say so. Will you be kind enough to leave me alone for a moment?”
“Oh, sure, why not?”
I smiled and moved to my room.
After a few moments, I heard a knock at the door.
It was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had come to apologize to me.
She said,
“I’m sorry I blew up at you. I guess it’s been hard on us. It was your natural physical reaction. What a kiss when you already harden between my legs and I wet on your Hindu erection usually. Let’s kiss and make up.”
So, it was this?
She had regretted immediately that she hadn’t allowed me to kiss on her mouth.
This time, she wasn’t taking any chances?
I hugged and gave her just a peck on the cheek.
Somehow this felt unsatisfying to both me and Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.

She drew tiny circles on the back of my hand and smiled,
“I guess it’s O.K. if you kiss me on the mouth every now and then. But don’t make it a habit, O.K.? Will it do?”
“O.K.,” I smiled too.
“So what are you waiting for then?”
I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī on her extremely beautiful red crimson lips.
It was a dry and chaste kiss until Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her mouth and kissed me back.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth too and soon we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
I felt my mind drift and forgot completely that the person I was kissing was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, not my own wife.
She stopped.
“That was my fault,” she said. “I got carried away.”
She bit down on her lower lip, walked away and shut herself in her bedroom.
She couldn’t believe Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had just French kissed e.
It wasn’t sin, gunāh, yet, but it wasn’t far either.
She went to bed, determined not to let her desires get the better of her.*
The next morning she was standing in the kitchen when I came in.
I kissed her good morning on the cheek.
She kissed me back, then thought, what the hell, and pulled me close and planted one on my lips.
My mind was spinning.
As I stood there in the kitchen French kissing Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, fell to her buttocks and this I could hear made Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moan.
Nevertheless she pulled up my hands so they were back at her waist.
“You shouldn’t do that to your Salhaj, your sister in law, at least when we kiss.” she said afterward. “Kissing me is one thing; groping me at the same time, is another.”
I smiled.
“I promise I won’t rape you.”
She laughed,
“I’m afraid I thought you were going to.”
“Never,” I looked into her eyes gravely, “yes, I was about to make love to you. But it was only a suggestion. If you turn it down, you have every damn right to do so. No hard feelings from me on that. Is it alright with you?”
new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled at me,
“Sure, sorry I turned you down.”
“It’s all right. It’s a woman’s right to choose who may enter her and who can’t.”
I told my friend about my make out session with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and my friend patted me on the shoulder.
“She’ll be yours in no time. Just make sure you don’t cum too early.”
Easier said than done, I thought, especially considering how hot Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was.

At work, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about the scene in the kitchen with me and how my hands had instinctively reached for her ass.
Yet, it was natural.
Wasn’t it?
She had herself dreamed of me, when kissing her, always grabbing for her behind.
This made her smile.
Secretly, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had liked it and it had made her moan but she didn’t want to give me the idea.
I was her Nandoī, her brother in law and she was my Salhaj, my sister in law.
In Hinduism it wasn’t any sin for me to fuck my Musalmān Salhajs.
Lord Bhagvān Vishñu had made love to his Salhajs, his sisters in law, Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
But in Islam, it was a sin, a gunāh.

Chapter 43
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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


Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–3

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The engines throbbed the big ship into vibrant speed.

A breeze of tropical air ruffled the flower petals around our necks.

I watched the fringe of lights along the dark shoreline, glanced down at the churned white of water where it streamed along the side of the boat.

The ship belonged to the HVS INTERNATIONALS: GROUP OF COMPNIES.

From the lower deck, leis sped outward, to hang poised to a minute in circular color against the black of the water, then collapse and drop rapidly astern, as passengers sought to comply with the age-old Hawaiian custom.

With the tolerance of one, who has long since learned to accept human nature as an established fact, I said:

“Kħadeejah, Gul, Deepak, those are the new comers. Those leis drift right back into the harbor. Passengers should wait until they are opposite Diamond Head.”

Gul Jamāl had joined us since.

We were still in the nudes.

It was decided among us all that we’d continue to practice remaining nude, even when we reach our respective homes.

Deepak Khandelwal, also in nude, was thinking.

He has lost his another secretary, Gul Jamāl to Durgesh forever.

The money always wins.

Everyone, except Durgesh, was a loser in this trip.

All their extremely beautiful Muslimahs female friends, from almost every Islamic country were now fucking Durgesh, without any exception.

Durgesh’s Six inches long Hindu Penis has won every Muslimah Cunt on the ship forever.

It had unique qualities.

It extended exactly double.

Incredible?

Nonsense!

Nothing is impossible in the multiverse.

Not even the existence of this goddamned deceiving prick.

His own penis extended only one inch.

The other Hindu Penises on the ship extended one inch to two inches at the most.

NOT SIX INCHES at all.

The deceiving rotten Hindu Prick.

Durgesh says it’s due to his Stavans.

Nonsense!

The bloody superstitious orthodox Hindu.

Stavans can’t change anything at all.

If they could have, the entire multiverse would have been Hindu.

Durgesh is an idiot.

If not, he thinks the others idiots enough to take his wild communal theories for granted.

However, he has won all the international Muslimahs Cunts.

He is the winner.

All the rest were the losers.

The worst thing was that they had to adjust Durgesh’s bloody deceiving six inches long Hindu Penis into their Muslimahs Cunts therefore.

What a humiliation.

What a humiliation.

Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.

“There’s the couple we saw last night in the Chinese restaurant.” I remarked.

“The hungry Lebanese Pussy?” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed, “I can’t ever forget how ravenously she fucked you.”

“It’s all right, Kħadeejah!” I kissed nude Kħadeejah Muħammad passionately, “They all fucked me ravenously, mounting on me. I was stunned to feel and experience their thirst and hunger. Even Hindu Penis could not satisfy them to the extent.”

“Because they are traditional Hindus only, not DVIJ, as you are.

My right palm was playing with her glorious Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslim buttocks.

She was playing with my again extending Hindu Penis.

“You are unique.” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis again.

“She is right.” Gul Jamāl said, and she also kissed my throbbing Hindu Penis.

Deepak Khandelwal felt humiliated, as if Gul Jamāl was not his secretary, his wife instead.

He tried to get rid of this irrational feeling.

Yet, he was not succeeding absolutely.

We were still standing at the rail, watching the intermittent flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.

The decks became silent and deserted, except the four of us―

1. Khadeejah Muħammad

2. Gul Jamāl

3. Me―Durgesh

4. Deepak Khandelwal

The nude passengers, fatigued by a strenuous last day in the islands, the night sailing, and the strain of farewells, sought their cabins.

I turned abruptly, as a woman mentioned my name.

She was extremely beautiful.

“I’m Al Anjum Al Waħāb, Durgesh!” She smiled sweetly at me, “We enjoyed each other very much on the islands. I hope you remember me. I mean in this large beautiful nude city on the sea.”

I hugged her passionately.

“Nonsense, Anjum darling! We’ve broken every wall between us. How are you, sweetie?”

She kissed me full on my lips, groped for my full, erect, Uncut Hindu Penis, and adjusted it in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips.

I smiled at her.

Then squeezed her glorious Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

“Thank you.” Anjum said, rubbing the knob of my Hindu Penis in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips, “You are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties here. Even our husbands are not so kind to us.”

“That’s why I hate matrimony, Anjum! Durgesh as my Hindu lover is far better.”

“You remember my sister?”

“Al Nafeesā Al Waħāb?”

“Yes. Durgesh! I want to consult you.”

“Professionally?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes. I need your services.”

I smiled and entered Al Anjum Al Waħāb.

“Okay, my darling! I’m inside you now.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb kissed me on my lips gratefully.

“Thank you. I’ve already said you are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties without any exception.”

“Nonsense! I love you all Muslim cuties.” I caressed her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

“Thank you. We, all Muslim cuties do love you too. Perhaps I did not tell you. My husband, Al Nādir Al Waħāb is not using his real name anymore.”

“What?” Kħadeejah Muħammad and Gul Jamāl exclaimed.

Deepak Khandelwal had already left us as soon as he felt that Al Anjum Al Waħāb wanted privacy with me.

Suddenly, Gul Jamāl also said,

Durgesh! Please excuse me.”

“Nonsense!” Kħadeejah Muħammad grimaced, “Durgesh! I want her here with me, if Anjum is consulting you professionally. You promised me an assistance in the matter.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb laughed.

“It’s all right with me, Gul! If it’s all right with Durgesh.”

“Slave to Durgesh already?” Gul Jamāl winked at her.

Al Anjum Al Waħāb also winked at her.

Durgesh is the best fucker to us Musalmān Beauties in the entire multiverse. I’m proud of being his slave forever. Moreover, my slavery to Durgesh will increase day by day.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“You mean night by night?”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb also laughed and winked at her,

“Thanks for the correction. Two months ago, Nādir, my husband, was Al Nādir Al Muħammad. Overnight, he changed his name into Al Nādir Al Waħāb. He simply walked out of his position as bookkeeper in Al Ittiħād Al Imāmeen. We hurriedly moved to Mecca from Lebanon. Nādir has given us strict orders that under no circumstances were any of us ever to mention his name as Al Nādir Al Muħammad.”

My eyes showed my interest.

So did the eyes of Kħadeejah Muħammad and Gul Jamāl.

“He left his job rather suddenly?”

“Yes. Without even going back to the office.”

“Rather peculiar.” I said.

Al Anjum Al Waħāb made me to lie down on my back, on the deck.

She mounted me and started up and down movements of her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

She squeezed my hand too, meaningfully.

Then she slowly tightened her beautiful fingers until the skin was white across her knuckles.

“Nafeesā, my younger sister, suspected nothing.” Al Anjum Al Waħāb said fucking me normally, “She’s a modern young Årab Muslim woman, a strange mixture of sentiment and cynical, pessimistic, acceptance of life.”

“Yes.” I agreed with Anjum, “I’ve noted it.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb winked at me.

“While fucking her?”

I also winked at her,

“While fucking her.”

“Her Lebanese Muslm Cunt is tighter than mine, around your Uncut Hindu Penis?”

“Yes. I do confess. You are married. She was a virgin. Are you jealous of your younger sister now?”

Nādirā Kaif smiled at the child.

“Kush! Have you gone through this laptop?”

“Not in the knowledge of daddy.”

“Oh, you should not do it, Kush, without your daddy’s knowledge.”

“Daddy has many wonderful videos here.”

“He is grown up.”

“Ammī saw them.”

“What?”

“She was telling my Nāzimā auntie that daddy is nothing as compared to Durgesh uncle.”

“Naughtynaughty. These are grown up matters, my dear! You are a child now. You should not pay attention to them.”

With extreme difficulty, Nādirā Kaif ultimately managed to draw the attention of the boy into some animated child stuff.

She managed to get him interested in another computer, in another chamber.

Then she locked that chamber and started the laptop of  Deepak Khandelwal.

She was right.

It had the password SIDRAH.

Sidrah Aħmad.

So, the woman is ruling Deepak Khandelwal’s heart nowadays.

Nādirā Kaif remembered her everfirst encounter with Sidrah Aħmad.

No sooner had she started her office computer once again, than the office door whipped open and Durgesh erupted into the room.

Deepak Khandelwal and Nādirā Kaif both stood up in my honor.

“Hello, Nādirā! Hello Deepak!” I waved my hand to them, “Please, be seated. Don’t be formal. We are friends.”

“Sir”Deepak Khandelwal started to say something but I stopped him in the middle.

“Come on, Deepak! Let’s forget formalities and be friends.” I said and hastened to one large oak desk.

Nādirā Kaif noticed that I was wearing a new expensive outfit.

The ascot, suede jacket and slacks.

For so successful entrepreneur, I was surprisingly young to Nādirā Kaif.

She knew I was thirty only.

Pulling off my stylish jacket, I threw it on the divan.

“Kħadeejah told me you two were here. I thought you’d be finished by now and gone.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled,

“Sir”

Durgesh.” I interrupted her and smiled, winking, “I love my name from beautiful mouths.”

Nādirā Kaif bowed,

“Thanks for the compliment, Sir!”

Durgesh.”

“Thank you. Durgesh I mean.”

Deepak Khandelwal felt himself quite ignored.

Nevertheless, Durgesh loved Muslim Beauties and Deepak Khandelwal could not help it.

He grinded his teeth.

Hindu Playboy will even die in nude, surrounded by nude Muslim Beauties, of course.

“It’s all right. Do your job. Just ignore all of us. Can you do it?”

“Of course.” Nādirā Kaif smiled.

Deepak Khandelwal did not say anything.

He only smiled.

He knew his job.

His boss was not interested in him.

He was interested in his utmost beautiful young Muslim Secretary.

“Muħammad says one of his best girls quit on him, telling him that she joined him to get me. She has me now. Therefore, she does not need Muħammad any more.”

Deepak Khandelwal laughed.

“You should have all of them, Sir!”

“Nonsense, Deepak! You know I can’t do it, even if I agree. Well, I’ve got to audition for a replacement, for Muħammad, fast.”

“We could move to another”

“Naw, naw. Stay put. You won’t be in the way. No one’ll notice you.”

Deepak Khandelwal believed that no one’d notice him.

They are mad for Durgesh.

He is the only man they are interested in.

Deepak Khandelwal does not exist for them at all, if Durgesh is there.

Durgesh’s incredible Hindu Penis makes all the difference.

Moreover, Durgesh had more money, too,  for them.

Nādirā Kaif is also negligible to them.

They are after Durgesh’s Hindu Penis, not after Nādirā Kaif’s Muslim Cunt.

They themselves have beautiful Muslim Cunts for Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.

Generally, the men are after the Beauties.

However, Durgesh is the exception.

The Beauties are after Durgesh.

Because, Durgesh is only one, while the Beauties, even the Muslim Beauties, are COUNTLESS.

I had picked up my mobile and contacted Kħadeejah Muħammad, in the dressing room, down the hall.

“Hello, Kħadeejah! How many showed up?”

“More than one thousand.”

“What?”

“More than one thousand.” Kħadeejah Muħammad chuckled mischievously, “Can’t you hear me well?”

“For one vacancy?”

“For one vacancy.”

“I’ll be damned.”

Durgesh! I think I should put you in auction.”

“Nonsense!”

“I bet they’ll pay any amount, even beyond reason, to have a sex session with you.”

“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You idiot! Send the three of them in on the double.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed and looked at more than one thousand Muslim Beauties, present there.

“Okay, girls!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling to them, “Best of luck. Move your fat Muslim asses, right in there.”

The first three Muslim Beauties entered the office quickly, one after the other, each greeting me warmly, rather flirtatiously.

I acknowledged each with a warm kiss in the air.

I requested the last of the three to shut the door.

“All right. Welcome to my love nest, my dears! Let’s not waste the time. We have too many of you for one single vacancy. Line up there in front of the sofa.”

Obediently, the three Muslim Young Women went to the sofa, and they stood at attention on the green furry throw rug before it.

From the corner of an eye, Deepak Khandelwal, while pretending to work, glanced at them.

Each one was gorgeous, maybe a little obvious in attire and manner, but each young and striking.

“You know why you are here.” I smiled at them, “I’m sure Kħadeejah briefed you. We need only one of you. I’m sorry the response is unanticipated. Nevertheless, I should make it clear that we need ONLY one of you. We need you to fill in on Muħammad’s late show tonight. You understand that?”

All the three Muslim Young Women nodded in unison.

“Okay, then. Starting with you,” said I, pointing to the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Beauty, nearest me, “give me your namesfull names please! To which country do you belong, what’s your own particular belief in Islam, what’s your family belief, your parents, self-employed or what, dependent on someone or not, why are you interested in such a show? Just for adventure or anything else? Virgin, Married or single? If virgin, why are you interested to lose your virginity in such a sex show? If married, does your husband know it? Do your parents know? What are their reactions? Can you dance? If yes, your best type of dance for a show like this. Okay, darlings, I’m listening.”

Deepak Khandelwal swiveled his chair a bit to his left for a better view of the fabulous Muslim Beauties across the room.

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

Muħammad had entered in the meantime.

He had bowed to me and Deepak Khandelwal.

Then, taking a chair, Muħammad looked at them.

His eyes feasted on each one as she spoke in turn.

The first, the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde, had a rosy mouth, wet lips, and a Saůūdī appearance.

She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater, abbreviated green skirt, panty hose, and green leather boots.

Her voice was sexy.

“My name is Al Fātimah Al Muħammad. I belong to Makkah Al Mukarrama. My own particular belief in Islam is, of course, Al Waħābiyat. My family belief is also Al Waħābiyat, of course.”

I smiled at the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde.

“Welcome to my love nest.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think it’s still a love nest.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad also smiled, sexily.

“Eh?”

“Yes! I think it’s a Love Empire now. One may call it a Sex Empire as well. It does not make any difference as Love is Sex and Sex is Love, doubtlessly.”

“Very brilliant!”

“Thank you.”

“Parents?”

“Father, a former American, now converted to Islam, and Nafse Islam, Al Waħābiyat. Ammī a Saůūdī extra ordinary Waħābī Beauty. I’m self employed, Industrialist myself. Al Fātimah Al Muħammad group of Industries is led by your laundī, Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I’m interested in such a show, because I want YOU for me with a grand celebration.”

“Bravo!” Muħammad clapped out of delight.

Nādirā Kaif and Deepak Khandelwal had also to applaud, because Muħammad did not leave another option for them.”

“Virgin.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad declared, “And, yes, my parents do know. They don’t interfere in my private affairs, as a principle. They have already wished me best of luck, and are here to boost and enhance my morals.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad was monitoring it on closed circuit TV.

She contacted me on my mobile.

“Don’t be happy. She may belong to the terrorist group of Al Qāedah even.”

“Yes. I know. I’m vigilant.”

“Be so. Enjoy all of the Al Qāedah Bitches too. Nevertheless, remember, you are a Multiversalist Humanist.

“Yes, darling! Don’t worry. Thanks for alerting me, even then.”

With immensely cold eyes, Nādirā Kaif watched almost everything she could in that time in that damned laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.

She was more than surprised when she saw how Sidrah Aħmad fucked me right there in the court.

Yes, I did not fuck Sidrah Aħmad.

Sidrah Aħmad fucked me.

Every detail was there in the damned laptop.

How Sidrah Aħmad managed to sit beside me.

How I was encircled with so many burqāposh female psychiatrists.

How Sidrah Aħmad put her shawl on my lap.

How she put her hand under that shawl, unzipped me, entered her hand into my briefs, took out my Hindu Penis out of it and started to play with it.

How she asked me to fuck her then and there in the court in session.

How I refused.

Yet, how she managed to fuck me there.

Everything was there in the laptop.

That incredibly beautiful young woman, Sidrah Aħmad, 27, was capable to do anything anywhere.

Incredible?

Nevertheless, it was there in the laptop.

Nādirā Kaif was horrified when she saw Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý and Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were watching the entire events, yet couldn’t do anything except to enjoy it.

Allah!

How could she manage it?

How did she manage it?

Nādirā Kaif was still watching it incredulously, when the telephone rang.

Nādirā Kaif hesitated a moment, than almost automatically she lifted the receiver, up.

“Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting and Investment Company.” she said.

A very sweet, melodious, musical, woman’s voice sweetened her ear,

“May I ask why anyone here isn’t to meet me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s Kħadeejah Muħammad. I’m at the airport.”

“What?” Nādirā Kaif almost jumped.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I most certainly have heard you, ma’m!” Nādirā Kaif managed to collect herself immediately, “You are most welcome. Yet”

“Yet?”

“We weren’t expecting you, until Monday.” Nādirā Kaif smiled sweetly.

A pleasant feminine laughter was there.

“I thought it is my company, and I can visit it anytime I please. Am I mistaken?”

“Sorry, ma’m! I did not mean it.”

“I sent you a wire. You should have met me. This is an imposition, dearie!”

“Sorry, ma’m! It seems that we haven’t received your wire. Or, if the boss has received it, he did not think me a suitable person to confide in”

“The boss? You mean Deepak?”

“Yes, ma’m!”

“Give the idiot the receiver.

“Sorry, ma’m! He isn’t here?”

“Who are you?”

“Nādirā Kaif. His executive secretary, ma’m! at your service.”

“Well, well, well. Nādirā Kaif. Kħātooné-Kashmir?”

Nādirā Kaif blushed.

“You know me, ma’m? I’m honored. I’m coming there immediately.”

“Where’s Deepak?”

“He isn’t here this morning. This is Saturday morning, you know.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,

“Are you telling me what day it is? Should you?”

Nādirā Kaif realized her mistake at once.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was the Chief Managing Director of the company, having 80% shares in her own name.

“Sorry, ma’m! I didn’t mean it, of course!”

“Nonsense! Get out here. I’m waiting here like a fool. You are lucky that Durgesh is not with me. He can’t wait like I’m doing. I must do something for the idiot manager of mine, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal? Eh?”

Nādirā Kaif could not respond to it.

Kħadeejah Muħammad went on,

“I’ve had a lot of problems with baggage and all the rest of it. The idiot should have arranged for all these things. Come immediately. Leave the damn everything else as it is. I’m tired.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad slammed the receiver at her end.

Nādirā Kaif hung up in a daze.

She hadn’t anticipated this dramatic turn of the events.

Kħadeejah Muħammad!

They say, Kħadeejah Muħammad is the ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’ of Durgesh.

She herself claims to be ‘MORE THAN Durgesh’s WIFE.

Allah!

She can fire even Deepak Khandelwal at once.

It seems she is not pleased with Deepak Khandelwal.

She calls him ‘The idiot.’

Nādirā Kaif reached airport.

She had not seen Kħadeejah Muħammad ever before.

The only thing Nādirā Kaif knew about Kħadeejah Muħammadwas that she resembled Wafa Yåqoob so much that the people suspected Kħadeejah Muħammad was Wafa Yåqoob herself.

Nādirā Kaif had always laughed at the suspicion.

How ridiculous the people’s suspicions become sometimes!

How Kħadeejah Muħammad could be Wafa Yåqoob?

Wafa Yåqoob was a Bahrain citizen.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was an Indian citizen now, yet originally she was a Meccan Saůūdī Årabian Beauty.

Mere resemblance could distort the facts to what extent!

Nādirā Kaif advanced, automatically, to the young woman who resembled Wafa Yåqoob .

She was really as beautiful as Wafa Yåqoob was.

She smiled at Nādirā Kaif as Nādirā Kaif advanced to her.

“Nādirā Kaif?”

“Yes ma’m! Madam Kħadeejah Muħammad, I think.” Nādirā Kaif also smiled at her respectfully.

She could see very well that even when Kħadeejah Muħammad was smiling at her, she was actually appraising her at the same time.

Nādirā Kaif thanked Allah that when she responded to Kħadeejah Muħammad, she did not have any quaver in her own voice.

In addition, why should she have?

Durgesh had taught her not to have any quaver in her voice even when she was with him.

Kħadeejah Muħammad is a multi millionaire, of course!

Yet, Durgesh was a multi millionaire maker.

“Oh, yes!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed well naturedly, “Who else?”

“Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’s secretary, Nādirā Kaif, ma’m! the one you talked with over your mobile when I was in the office.”

Nādirā Kaif expected some criticism.

She was surprised when she found Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed at her, instead, cordially.

“You’re a dear, Nādirā! to get out here so soon.”

“I came as soon as I could.”

“I know you did.” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed again, “Of course, it seemed like a long time to me waiting here. However, I realize, you had a long way to cross from the office to approach here. You must have started at once. Thank you, Nādirā!”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“You’reyou’re very welcome. Now, do we take a cab?”

“Of course we take a cab if you haven’t brought your car.”

“Sorry, ma’m! my car was taken by my boss’s wife.”

“It’s alright then. Take a cab.”

“Let me call the porter to carry your baggage out and”

“Please, do.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad pulled out some bills from her purse without even looking at them and offered them to Nādirā Kaif, “Take these ten dollar bills to pay the cab.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Ma’m! they are not ten-dollar bills. They are thousand dollar bills. “

Kħadeejah Muħammad looked at the bills in her hand.

Then laughed.

“It’s all right. Take them and pay all my expenses here out of them.”

Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.

But, Kħadeejah Muħammad almost literally pushed the bills into her right hand.

“Actually” Nādirā Kaif hesitated, “I’ve some expense money with me, ma’m!”

“Of the company?”

“Of the company.”

“And, how is it so? None knew I could come today.”

“We’ve a safe there keeping some emergency money.”

“Good.”Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Nice arrangement. And the combination is known to you?”

“Yes, ma’m! the combination is known to me.”

“Who else has the combination to the safe?”

“The boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal and the bookkeeper.”

“Nice arrangement. How much money you keep there.”

“Not more than several hundreds, ma’m!”

“Make it several thousands.”

“Okay, ma’m!”

“How do you know when I might call on you to take a plane at once for Makkah Al Mukarrama?”

Nādirā Kaif stood in something of a quandary, hardly knowing how to respond to that.

“When you get hold of Deepak Khandelwal, see that the fund is available to the extent I say. I may want you to come to Makkah Al Mukarramah. That’s my birthplace, you know. You’re a grand girl, Nādirā Kaif! I think you’re frightened to death. You should not. You’re a Muslim girl. And a Muslim girl should never be afraid of anyone except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. “

Nādirā Kaif controlled herself.

“I’m sorry, ma’m! You are right.”

“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “after you get to know me better, you won’t be frightened of me even the least. Respect me as your elder sister. Carry out my orders unhesitatingly. But never be afraid of anone, including me; except Allah Rabbil Aalmeen. Do you understand? Unhesitatingly.”

“Yes, Kħadeejah Bājī!”Nādirā Kaif smiled obediently.

“That’s better.” Kħadeejah Muħammad patted her on her back, “Call me, Bājī, instead of ‘ma’m’. I like it more.”

Nādirā Kaif could not decide whether it was Kħadeejah Muħammad’s own good character, or it was the influence of Durgesh on his ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’.

“My wire wasn’t received?”

“No, Bājī!”

“It should have been, Nādirā!”

“Yes, Bājī! I think it’s probably on the way someplace.”

“On the way nothing!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed genially again, “I left earlier than I intended to, on the spur of the moment. That no-good attendant at the Makkah Al Mukarramah airport, to whom I gave a big bill, so that he could pay for the wire, tore up the telegram, put the money in his pocket, and went out and got drunk. That’s the way with even our Muslim world these days. Allah! mérī taubah! Allah! mérī taubah! No responsibility, no moral stamina, no real downright honesty. Alright, Nādirā! Let’s proceed.”

Nādirā Kaif secured a porter, a cab, and found herself answering intimate searching questions about the business of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company during the ride in the taxicab.

At one point, Nādirā Kaif endeavored to say,

“I do wish, Bājī! you’d save these questions to ask of my boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

“Nādirā! you are in my employ. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Bājī! of course! Yet, I’m directly under Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”

“Come on, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad put an elderly arm around Nādirā Kaif’s shoulders. She almost hugged her to herself, “I don’t care whom you’re directly under. You’re in my employ. You’re working for me, not for that idiot manager of mine, Deepak Khandelwal . “

“Nevertheless, Bājī! He is not going to like it.”

“He is nobody to like what I do and not to like. He is my employee. I’m not his.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“You are working now directly under me. You don’t have any obligations whatsoever to your immediate boss, Deepak Khandelwal. Do you want it in writing?”

Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.

“Don’t hesitate. You’ll get my orders to the effect, as soon as we get to the office.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“You’re drawing wages that come out of my pocket. Anyone who spends has a right to have loyalty in return. Moreover, I want efficiency and I want cooperation, too. You’ll answer my questions, my dear! and we won’t have any more of this ‘Ask Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’ stuff. Is that clear?”

Nādirā Kaif collected herself.

“Yes, Bājī!”

“I’m going to the home just to announce my arrival to the interns. Then we’re going up to the office and you’re going to put in the rest of the day answering questions.”

“I am?” Nādirā Kaif was startled.

“Sure. Why not? And you’re going to answer them right.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“I don’t want any attempt to shield anyone. You understand. Yourself or anyone else.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammadsmiled at her.

“Good girl. Now, for your information, the reason I arrived on Saturday morning instead of Monday is that I knew good and well Deepak Khandelwal would be out fucking some new Muslim Beauty. “

“Bājī!”

“I was not born yesterday, Nādirā! Neither you were. We both are ourselves Muslimahs.”

“Bājī!”

“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled again winking at her, “we both are adult enough to understand a Muslim Cunt needs a Hindu Penis and a Hindu Penis needs a large number of Muslim Cunts.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Thanks for being so frank, Bājī!”

“It’s all right, Nādirā! I’m not one of those hypocrite Muslimahs who enjoy Hindu Penis clandestinely. I am not ashamed of the fact that we Muslimahs need Hindu Penis. I’m proud of it, instead.”

Nādirā Kaif could not control herself any longer.

She put her arms across the beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim neck of Kħadeejah Muħammadand embraced her respectfully, as if she were really her younger sister.

“We are proud of you, Bājī!”

“I’m too, proud of you all, my Muslimahs sisters; whether Årab Muslimahs or else. I wanted to descend on the office and get some records before Deepak Khandelwal was expecting me. I gave a wire to an attendant but I felt sure he wouldn’t send it. You said that you had the combination to the safe. We are going to open it and we’re going to take a look. I’m going to check some of the figures and you’re going to give me the information I want.”

“Sure, Bājī!” Nādirā Kaif was all for Kħadeejah Muħammadnow.

Kħadeejah Muħammad had won her heart by being so bluntly open that a Muslim Cunt needs Hindu Penis.

Nādirā Kaif loved her for it.

Deepak Khandelwal was suddenly nobody to her as compared to Kħadeejah Muħammad.

“Now then” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked, “who is the Current Muslim Girl Friend of Deepak Khandelwal?”

A Knock Out Muslim Beauty from Mumbaisome Sidrah Aħmad.” Nādirā Kaif smiled at her.

“Knock Out?”

“Sure, Bājī!”

“Met her?”

“Deepak Khandelwal is afraid of me that I may bring Sidrah Aħmad in Durgesh’s contact.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“Afraid of Durgesh?”

“Who isn’t if he’s a man?”

“You are right. Hindus are the best males. Yet Durgesh is the best of them too.”

“And you are called Durgesh’s ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’, Bājī!”

“I’m proud of it, Nādirā!”

“We know it, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed winking at Nādirā Kaif.

Nādirā Kaif joined her laughter gracefully and proudly.

“I’m going to ask you a straight question, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Have you any reason to believe that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”

“Iwhy, no.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You hesitated after you started to answer the question. I don’t want hesitation. Deepak Khandelwal can recruit as many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, as he wants. He can fuck all of them. It’s none of my business. But”

“But, Bājī?”

“He can’t be forgiven if he’s not grateful to me for it.”

“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”

“I allow the Muslim Beauties working for me, to have as much sex with their Hindu Dream Man as they want. I allow the Hindu Men working for me, to have as much sex with their Muslim Dream Beauties as they want. But, no dishonesty to the company at all. It can’t be forgiven.”

“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”

“Good that you understand.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kħadeejah Muħammad reassuringly.

“I want straightforward answers, Nādirā! Have you any reason to believe Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”

“I don’t know.”

“Certainly you don’t know that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest, but do you have any reason to believe that he may be dishonest?”

“Well” Nādirā Kaif said, “Deepak Khandelwal has recruited too many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, than actually needed.”

“Deepak Khandelwal fucks them?”Kħadeejah Muħammadwinked at Nādirā Kaif lewdly.

“Most of them. Almost all of them.”Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Trying to be another Durgesh?”

“Another Durgesh? Certainly not. The Muslim Beauties fuck Durgesh while Deepak Khandelwal fucks Muslim Beauties.”

“You are right. Durgesh is our dream boy.”

Durgesh loves us Muslimahs very much. He enjoys fucking us. He enjoys even sodomizing us.”

“You are right.”

“I love to suck Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.”

“Me too.”Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed, “I like when Durgesh’s Hindu Penis grows into my Meccan Årab Muslim mouth slowly big, bigger, biggest.”

They both smiled at each other significantly.

“There’s one matter more that’s been bothering me, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammadlooked at her.

Seoni Mine?”

Seoni Mine.”

“That’s been bothering me, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said gravely, “I don’t care that Deepak Khandelwal recruits Muslim Beauties in his staff in a large number and fucks them.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

“I think you are right, Bājī!”

“Eh!”

“Yes. Those Muslim Beauties are not born themselves yesterday. They know very well, when Deepak Khandelwal recruits them that actually Deepak Khandelwal wants to fuck them. Yet they always apply in large numbers when they are recruited. What does it mean?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“That the Muslim Beauties enjoy Deepak Khandelwal’s Hindu Penis into their beautiful Muslim Cunts?”

“Doesn’t it, Bājī?”

“Of course, it does.” Kħadeejah Muħammad confirmed Nādirā Kaif, “So it’s actually their personal matter. We don’t have to interfere among Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslim Yalāyalīs.”

“Deepak is facing one more problem, Bājī!”

“Oh, oh! Not Yogéndr Jīvātman?”

Nādirā Kaif was stunned.

“You know it too, Bājī?”

“Well, I’ve to keep me updated, Nādirā! if I really want to keep my position of the Chief Managing Director of the company. However, Yogéndr Jīvātman directly approached me to claim that he is a better Manager than Deepak Khandelwal.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

“What did you say?”

“I told him to have more shareholders with him than Deepak Khandelwal has.”

“Now, it explains the ads running in the newspapers and news channels.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Nādirā Kaif remembered the ad:

‘You stockholders of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your Muslim wives, your intimate Muslim Women/Hindu Gents friends, your children from them and your heirs.

What are you getting?

A new bunch of Muslim Pussies every now and then to satisfy the immensely ravenous Hindu Penis of our brilliant Manager, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.

They are not good at work.

They are good for him on his bed.

As soon as he recruits them, he starts to transfer as many shares of the Durgesh Kħadeejah MuħammadDiamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company in their names as it is possible for him.

Naturally, the Muslim Beauties support him in return.

So, our efficient Hindu Play Boy Manager, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal, is making money and so do his beautiful Muslimāt bed mates.

But, what about you?

Some of our beautiful Muslim women stockholders have surrendered to Deepak Khandelwal and have started to share his bed.

They do not share Durgesh’s bed.

Therefore, it was possible for them.

What about my Muslim women friends?

What about your Muslim women friends?

The main brain working for Deepak Khandelwal, is not his own.

It’s a Mumbai Nympho Maniac, Sidrah Aħmad.

Deepak Khandelwal’s own Extra Ordinary Beautiful Libyan Muslim wife Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain is so fed up of Deepak Khandelwal that she is planning to divorce him.

She has already replaced Deepak Khandelwal with Durgesh while she has a seven-year-old son, Kush Khandelwal too from Deepak Khandelwal.

Sidrah Aħmad is enjoying Deepak Khandelwal’s Hindu Penis into her Sunni Muslimah Cunt as well as Deepak Khandelwal’s wealth too.

If you want to enrich Sidrah Aħmad, Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslimahs bedmates, continue to support Deepak Khandelwal.

But, if you want to enrich yourselves, support Yogéndr Jīvātman.

Mail your proxy to Yogéndr Jīvātman, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, and then with Yogéndr Jīvātman in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.’

I entered my room.

The room was used as a writing room cum office by me.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas waiting eagerly for me.

“Hey, Sex Mystery Sci-fi Writer!” the mischievous Meccan Årab Muslim young woman addressed me; “We’ve a mystery here waiting for you.”

I pulled Kħadeejah Muħammad in my arms and kissed her on her beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim feminine lips.

“Sālī!” I squeezed her Meccan Årab Muslimahs Saůūdī Breasts and buttocks, “Can’t talk without any mischief?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad squeezed my Hindu Penis in return.

“Why should I, my Hindusthānī Hindu Kħasam?”

“Want to get it?”

“Yes!”

I lifted Kħadeejah Muħammad up in my arms and took her into our bedroom attached with the office.

Kħadeejah Muħammad undressed me.

I undressed her and kissed her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

Excited Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis, took it into her mouth and started to suck it vehemently.

“What happened?” I asked.

We both were stark naked now.

I was lying there on my back.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was almost sitting and lying on my mouth in a manner so that her labial lips were crushing my masculine Hindu lips.

Her back was towards me.

She held my Hindu Penis between her right index finger and thumb, and sucking my Hindu Penis, bending down on it.

Our breaths were hot.

“You can’t live without my Hindu Penis, Kħadeejah!” I said breathing hot, “It was only the night passed I didn’t fuck you. And you are ravenous as if I haven’t fucked you for centuries.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it.”

“So don’t complain. Kiss my Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt and let me suck your Hindu Penis.”

“Sālī! That’s why I’ve brought you here in the bedroom. My Hindu Penis is dying to tear out your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt once again.”

“Your Hindu Penis will be captive there for a long time.”Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “The poor Hindu King Cobra will go inside, come out till only its head immersed there, go inside again, come out till only its head immersed there. Think out profoundly before indulging into a long jihad with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt .”

“Long Jihad?”

“Long Jihad.”

“Okay, Sālī! Om Kham Brahm!Om tasmai jyéshthāý Brahmañé namah!”

“Allaho Akbar!” Kħadeejah Muħammad rejoined.

My Hindu Penis entered Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt aggressively.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt greeted my Hindu Penis equally.

She was on the bed now on her back.

Her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimah buttocks were up in the air to help her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt swallow my Hindu Penis entirely to the hilt.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed me passionately on my Hindu male lips, “Your unique Hindu Penis is there now into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt completely. Don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside.”

My masculine Hindu palms pulled her buttocks towards me more and more, trying my Hindu Penis to penetrate her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt more and more in this way.

“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

I was kissing Kħadeejah Muħammad on her beautiful scarlet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah lips.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was whispering again and again,

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

She was enjoying my entire Hindu Penis into her evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

My Hindu Penis was throbbing there immersed to the hilt.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah labial lips were throbbing on the base of my Hindu Penis swallowing it completely.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammadwas still whispering.

Her nude smooth Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah thighs had wrapped my nude Hindu waist.

“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered again on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

“You were telling me something, darling!”

“Oh, yes! Sorry, I forgot. Your throbbing Hindu Penis into my burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt ”

“Yes! I know. My throbbing Hindu Penis into your burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt makes you forget everything.” I kissed extremely beautiful Kħadeejah Muħammad on her lips, “Nevertheless, it maybe important to all of us, Kħadeejah darling!”

“It is.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, “Well, you know Zubédah Sheikħ. She is incurably romantic. Since our receptionist, Kħālidah Ůsmān is on leave today, Zubédah was on the reception.”

“What happened?” I tried to pull out my Hindu Penis somewhat to penetrate her once again with all my strength, but Kħadeejah Muħammad immediately repeated,

“Allah! Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

“All right. All right.” I stopped pulling out my Hindu Penis, and thrust it back again into Kħadeejah Muħammad’s evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy, grabbing her both mount Everest Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah breasts “You were telling me something important.”

“If Zubédah is on the reception ever, and she pays any attention to anyone she’ll work up a whole Hindu-Muslimah love/sex story around that person. During the noon hour when there are very few calls coming in at the switchboard and people seldom at the office, as Kħālidah Ůsmān does, Zubédah also starts reading Hindu-Muslimahs love/sex stories and eating chocolate creams.”

I grinned.

My Hindu Penis was being pinched by Kħadeejah Muħammad’s ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt Walls, aggressively, along its entire Hindu length and thickness,

“And then both Zubédah and Kħālidah tell me how they are watching their weight.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling.

“Well, Zubédah was reading this Hindu Muslimah love/sex story. She had just come to the most interesting part of the story when the Muslimah started to fuck a Hindu herself, this young woman came in. She was terribly excited. She said she had to see you right away.”

“Yes!” I urged her.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt Walls were continuously squeezing my still throbbing Hindu Penis around its entire length and thickness.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah labial lips were still quivering around the strong base of my Hindu Penis.

“Zubédah told her that you were out somewhere that you are seldom able to see anyone without appointment. The young woman was almost hysterical. She said, ‘Never mind. Never mind. I’ll wait. He’ll see me. I’m one of his ardent fans. I love every word he writes.”

“Love?” I smiled.

“Love.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked significantly.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s French kiss now, was of my life and her too.

I started to move my tongue into her hot Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah mouth and Kħadeejah Muħammadrepeated the same.

“She said,” After a long and passionate French kiss, Kħadeejah Muħammadtold me, “I don’t want to leave this house until I’ve arranged to have Durgesh protect me. I want Durgesh to look after my interests and I want to get a good detective agency.”

Durgesh?” I asked, “She called me Durgesh?”

“Why not?” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “She is a young modern Årab Muslimah Beauty. It’s impossible she does not know how you die to fuck us Årab Muslimahs Beauties.”

I smiled at her.

“And, she is willing to let me fuck her?”

“Who of us isn’t?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad again entered her tongue into my Hindu male mouth.

We continuously kissed for 15 minutes.

By the time she became very horny and me too.

My Hindu dick was trying to tear Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

I then started massaging her pair of boobs.

Round shaped boobs with pink nipples.

I started pressing her boobs and nipples with my palms and she felt an electric shock in her body.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was pressing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah female body upwards.

I started to press her nipples and I was in heaven.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was moaning continuously.

I pressed her boobs for about ten minutes and then started to lick her beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah neck and belly.

She had clean-shaven Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy and very fair.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah cunt was superb and I just cannot resist myself from fucking it.

She was moaning now loudly and throwing her hips upwards.

She held me tightly and started to press my Hindu Penis into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah cunt hole.

It felt great.

The taste was heavenly, the test of a young un-fucked untouched Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.

Juices started to flow out of her cunt lips and this gave me more excitement.

We both were totally nude.

She looked at my Hindu dick penetrating her evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy.

And cried,

“Penetrate my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt hole, Durgesh! Just Penetrate. Penetrate. And Penetrate.

My Hindu cock was throbbing continuously.

She was very tight and I was the happiest man to fuck that evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy. She cried loudly as I pushed my Hindu Penis inside her cunt even though it had become well lubricated with her juices.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas lying down straight on the bed with her legs on my shoulders.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy was clearly visible.

I gave a little jerk in her hole.

She cried and tried to throw me away but I held her with my strong Hindu arms. And gave her a tight French kiss.

I pulled out and pumped further an inch of my Hindu cock into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.

Kħadeejah Muħammadcried loudly but her cries got lost into my mouth.

With two more jerks all the length was lost into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy once again.

I could feel the warmth and tightness of her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy around my uncut full Hindu cock.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas throwing her legs moaning loudly and with some jerks pain went away.

Kħadeejah Muħammadstarted to enjoy and moan softly.

I concentrated on her boobs and kept on fucking her.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas having tears in her eyes and moaning,

“Oh my love! Come on. Do fast. ohhhh noooo ahhhh it’s very enjoying more!!! Fast.”

This gave me more excitement and I started fucking Kħadeejah Muħammadvery fast.

I felt her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy becoming very tight as she had her orgasms.

She kissed me rapidly and said,

“I love you… I love you. I love you. Sex is so good. Sex is so good.”

I kept on fucking and pumping my Hindu dick inside her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy with full length. She had a couple of orgasms before I was Cumming.

I loaded Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy with a great thrust and all my Hindu cum was deeply rooted into her small Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt hole…

Some drops were sliding from the side.

Kħadeejah Muħammad said,

“Allah! It’s something hot inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.”

We lay in the same position for about 30 minutes.

Then she said me,

“Thank you, Durgesh! Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā!”

I was the happiest person to fuck a beautiful and sexy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah girl, Kħadeejah Muħammad.

We had many sessions continuously.

At my home, in her bathroom, and even on my terrace too.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was as hypersexual as I was.

Chapter 4

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

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

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

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

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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