Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 31
Posted: March 5, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentChapter 31
The New Order taking place
My Hindu thrusts became more insistent with the passing of every moment.
My Hindu thighs started to slap into the backs of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s while the crescendo grew to a fever pitch.
I kept fucking her in different sex positions nonstop.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was herself responding wildly.
“Ah Ah Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! I never thought you wanted to fuck me, so much. Thank you. I’m honored tremendously.”
I kissed her young Musalmān lips.
“Sālī, it’s just the beginning. You’d get my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot there until you are tired of it.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed melodically.
“Keep fucking me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’d never be tired of your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān Choot. Never.”
“Never?”
“Never. I’m only 29 years old. My sex life with you is just starting now.”
“You managed your Ammī deliberately to leave me so that you could replace her. Smart. Very smart.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed.
“You already knew it?”
“I suspected it.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed again.
“Angry with me?”
“Never. I love you instead for it.”
“I love you too.”
I kept fucking Al Fātimah Al Naåīm entire night either this way or that.
After a few more minutes of pummeling her cum-hungry Musalmān Choot, I gasped out, “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I’m about to cum!”
“So am I, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said breathlessly. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself up on her hands, her breasts and nipples already over stimulated from brushing back and forth on her bed cover, and looked back me once again. “Do it! Cum inside me, Durgesh. Fill me with your Hindu cum and get me pregnant!”
I pushed in one last time, as far as I could get inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my Hindu cockhead once again force its way past her Musalmān cervix even as it started to swell with its impending release.
Suddenly I stiffened and let out a strangled cry of victory as my Hindu sperm was injected in her deepest Musalmān chasm.
I shook and thrummed with each volley of cum that was launched into her Musalmān womb and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gasped as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt each hot slug Hindu splash against her uterine Musalmān walls.
I scalded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with my Hindu cum, my hips bucking repeatedly, until I finally slumped over her back.
My breath was hot and heavy as it fell on her neck.
We stayed like that for several seconds, just catching our breath, until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt me stir again.
My Hindu strength regained, I slowly pulled my long Hindu cock out of her cum-filled Musalmān pussy and sat back on my haunches.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly turned over and looked at me while spreading her thighs.
Both our eyes drifted down to where we’d both been joined and we watched as a massive amount of my Hindu cum started to drool out of her rosy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm exclaimed. “Look at all this cum! Even after earlier today, you were still backed up, weren’t you?”
I stared in wonder at the evidence of our coupling.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe we just did this,” I said quietly.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm giggled at that.
“Believe it, Durgesh. And if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep trying. I’ll be good to go for at least another day, maybe two!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced down at her pussy once again. “Go, little guys! Go! Find my egg!”
Apparently that was more than I could handle any more.
“Aw, geez,” I said as I started to get up off her bed like I’d been struck by a cattle prod. “I… I’m gonna go take a shower.”
“Okay,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, her sex-crazed Musalmān eyes still affixed to the mess between her thighs.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned back and arched her hips upward, hoping that the new position would prevent any more of my cum from leaking out.
“I’m just gonna stay here and let it all soak in for a while.”
As he started to leave the room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called after me.
“Hey, Durgesh? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you!”
I just stood there and stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a long second before I said,
“I… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too.”
After shower we again fucked until we were asleep having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund still buried entirely into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.*
The next morning Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up alone in her bed feeling very well-rested.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t slept that well in ages, it seemed.
As her dream-addled mind caught up with the rest of her, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm remembered what had happened between Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and me the night before.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had heard of post-coital guilt, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured that, like any kind of guilt, it would have to be something I came to terms with in my own time.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm made her way into her bathroom and, before doing anything else, pulled out a home-pregnancy test kit from under the sink.
Any sane teenage girl, whether she’s on birth control or not, should have one at the ready, just in case.
After a few minutes of going through the prescribed ritual dictated by the kit’s instruction booklet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly learned that last night’s romp with me hadn’t been as successful as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve liked.
Oh well, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm reasoned to herself.
Can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t enjoy it.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t even bother to get dressed as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs to join me, who Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear was already moving around in the kitchen.
Sure enough, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found me at the sink.
I looked so cute in my boxers and t-shirt.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm snuck up behind me and, without giving me any kind of warning, wrapped her arms lovingly around my broad Hindu chest.
“Good morning, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cooed into my ear.
I stiffened when I felt Al Fātimah Al Naåīm embrace me, but I relaxed when I heard her voice. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Hi! Uhm…good morning. How are you, uhm, feeling?”
“I’m feeling great, Durgesh, thank you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “Your new young Musalmān wife, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hasn’t slept like that in a long while.”
I was still putting off those awkward vibes. “That’s… yeah, uhm, that’s good.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stepped away from me and crossed her arms under her large, naked Musalmān breasts. “Look, Durgesh, you don’t have to be all weird and stuff, okay? We aren’t stepdaughter and stepfather anymore. We are Hindu husband and Musalmān wife now, the ever best couple in the entire human history.”
I turned around and, when I saw that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was standing naked in front of me, paused for a moment to let that sink in.
“You… you’re really okay with… with last night? With what I did to you?”
“I told you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm answered with a shrug. “I’m perfectly fine with it. It was wonderful. YOU were wonderful. And you didn’t do anything TO me. I encouraged you to let me help you be happy. Did YOU sleep okay?”
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I have to admit, yes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I slept like a baby for the first time in… God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I don’t know how long. Not since…”
“Not since before Ammī deserted. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knows. It’s okay, Durgesh. You didn’t break me or anything. I’m still your little Musalmān girl.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hug, pressing her soft Musalmān tits against my Hindu chest and said into my ear, “And still not pregnant.”
I smiled in the hug.
“You- oh.”
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a home-pregnancy test a few minutes ago,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “It came up negative.”
“I… see…” Yep, that’s her Durgesh. The brilliant conversationalist.
“So… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up and heard you down here, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had to see what you’re up to. After taking a shower, of course. It took forever to get all of your cum from last night out of my pussy, by the way. And I’m gonna have to wash my sheets soon. So what’re you doin’ today?”
My cheeks flushed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mentioned my cum.
“Me? Oh. Uhm. Just, y’know. Fucking you needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies. What else?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smirked at me playfully, already feeling her arousal for this wonderful, goofy Hindu man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called Durgesh start to grow.
Even when I was being bashful, it was hard to resist me!
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can see that,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“N-no, nothing yet. You hungry? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. The cook could make-”
“Maybe in a little bit,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, cutting me off and stepping closer to me. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thinking, maybe, we could take another crack at it.”
“Yeah, but- now?”
“Absolutely!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with an emphatic nod. “I’m not going to be ovulating forever, Durgesh. We might be able to do it one or two more times before… well, before any other attempts would just be practice. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could live with some practice, too.”
“But NOW? HERE?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started kissing the underside of my jawline and caressed my chest and arms seductively.
“No time like the present, right? To be honest, it was the first thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought of this morning when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got down on her knees and pulled my already-hardening cock out, stroking it softly.
As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm lavished her attention to my penis, it became firmer as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to kiss along the shaft.
“Mmmmm… just thinking about it… it felt wonderful, you know, Durgesh. Feeling you Hindu cum inside me, trying to make me pregnant. At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was just going to be doing it for you, to make you happy, but now… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm think, now, I might want it more than you do.”
“No. No! I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I definitely want it, Sweetheart,” I protested as I looked down at her starting to give me a blowjob. “It’s still just taking a bit of getting used to. That’s all. I mean, yesterday you were just her beautiful little girl, but last night… and now, you’re…”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her lips off my cock with a soft pop and said, “So you liked it last night, Durgesh? [suck] You liked filling your little girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of your Hindu sperm? [suck] Trying to knock her up? [suck] Trying to plant a little brother inside of me?”
My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as the sensations Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me and the words Al Fātimah Al Naåīm uttered pounded into my brain.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! You’re killing me! Where- where did you get all of this from?”
Once again releasing my Hindu cock from her beautiful young mmnn mouth, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, “Yesterday, when you were passed out after fucking my friend, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm happened to notice the porn you two were watching, Durgesh, fucking each other. The woman on the screen, she looked an awful lot like me.”
“Your Ammī,” I protested teasingly. “She… she looks like your Ammī.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm downgraded her treatment of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to a handjob and gave me a skeptical look.
“My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was 47, Durgesh. That girl on the screen? She barely looked 28. And I’m 29.”
I smiled.
“She was the closest match to your Ammī that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I could find,”
“So why was she screaming for her Durgesh to fuck her? I mean, that IS what she was saying, wasn’t it? Like, ‘Fuck me, Durgesh! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh, God, your cock feels so good! Fuck me till you cum, Durgesh!’ Like that? Like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was saying last night?”
I laughed.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let go of my cock, stood, turned around and bent over the chopping block.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was in the ideal position for me to take me right then and there, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled one of her ass cheeks aside and looked back at me.
“Would you like that, Durgesh? Would you like me to scream out for you as you fill my Musalmān Choot with your Hindu sperm again?”
I was visibly flustered yet never looked helpless to make a coherent decision about anything, let alone string together enough words to make a full sentence.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just-”
“Come on, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm interrupted encouragingly. “I’m waiting for you. Don’t you want to fuck your little Musalmān girl, Durgesh? Please? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to get your big, fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and bury it inside me from behind. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you fuck me, Durgesh. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants your thick Hindu cock to spew as much babybatter into me as possible. AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM WANTS you to get me pregnant, Durgesh.”
The look of unrestrained lust suddenly blazed to life in my eyes and I shoved my shorts down around my ankles all the way.
I made a fist around my cock and aimed it at her exposed Musalmān Choot while pushing the small of her back flat with my other hand.
“Oh, fuck it! Okay, Sweetheart! Durgesh’s gonna get you pregnant if it’s the last thing, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I do!”
I didn’t make Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wait as I plunged my Hindu thickness into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
With an almost primal growl, I said, “Is this what you wanted, Sweetheart?”
“Yes!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out. “Fuck me, Durgesh! Fuck your Hindu baby into me!”
I pounded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mercilessly from behind for minutes on end and the only sound in the kitchen was that of our flesh frantically slapping together.
“I’m getting close, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm,” I warned Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. “Durgesh’s going to cum inside you again and I’ve got a big Hindu load saved up from last night!”
Hearing that almost sent Al Fātimah Al Naåīm over the edge of erotic bliss and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm howled with the sinful delight of it.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants it, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm desperately pushed back at my thrusting Hindu hips. “Fill me with your Hindu seed!”
“Your wish-” I grunted loudly, “Is the command!”
I pushed forcefully into her small, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more as far as I could go and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund expand inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
We both froze as jets of my babybatter flooded her inner Musalmān chamber over and over again, each blast of my virile, Hindu sperm coming to rest within her young Musalmān body.
When I was done, I fell on her nude Musalmān back and breathed heavily.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe… that was..”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around on shaky legs and we both watched as my Hindu cum oozed out of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
“Spectacular,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said for me.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at my flushed, sweaty face and smiled.
“We’ll give it a few hours to settle in, see if it takes root. If it doesn’t… well… there’s always lunchtime.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips for the first time as my lover.
Our tongues danced around the taboo expression of love and lust.
When our lips parted, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm breathlessly told me,
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, Durgesh.” Then Al Fātimah Al Naåīm scampered away to her bedroom, where I expected to lay back on her bed with her hips held high in the air once more, hoping that the Hindu seed I’d planted within her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb would indeed take root.*
Later that day, long after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had gotten a real breakfast and had made her bed, I once again broke out her test kit.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had two more packets left in the box and hoped that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would be able to put them to good use before the day was out. Unfortunately, even our second attempt didn’t work, either.
Oh, well. You know what they say about the third time: it’s a charm, right?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had spent the entire morning naked and, I have to say, it was liberating.
Now that we were having sex and trying to make a baby, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t see any reason in being clothed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was at home alone with me.
What would be the point?
Until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got pregnant, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to make sure that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was ready for me at any moment, even if I might need some coaxing every now and then.
With her ovulation cycle so close to ending, every second counted and time spent in getting undressed was time lost.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs and found me in the living room, watching news on TV.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked boldly into the room, still naked, and sat down next to me in such a way that I’d have to be blind to ignore her.
“Hello, Durgesh! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
I sighed deeply, but my eyes were already drinking her beautiful Musalmān nakedness in wolfishly.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that, in so short a time, I seemed to be getting used to the idea of seeing her naked around the house.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I always prefer to get the bad news out of the way first, Sweetheart. You know that. So hit me.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently patted her tumher. “I’m STILL not pregnant.”
“…okay,” I said carefully. “So what’s the good news?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that I’ve got at least another few hours before my ovulation cycle is over. Wanna see if the third time ’round is the winner?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hopeful, playful look and smiled sweetly at me.
I, as usual, was caught by surprise at her timing.
“Now? But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just sat down to-”
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, Durgesh. It’s now or we’ll have to wait until next month. Although, if this one doesn’t take, we can have a lot of fun getting some practice in…”
“Uhm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm… about this ‘practice’ you keep mentioning… are you sure that’s such a good idea? I mean, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I get it when you’re ovulating. But… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just don’t know if we should be doing this-”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cut me off again and fixed me with a stern look.
“Durgesh. Really? Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me that you DON’T enjoy fucking me? HONESTLY?”
“Well that’s just it, honey,” I answered plaintively. “AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO like fucking you! I’m afraid that I might like it TOO much!”
“I’m not,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said simply.
“Not liking it?”
“No, silly!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with exasperation. “I’m not afraid of you liking it too much! I’M having a blast! This whole incest thing… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know just how exciting it could be until we tried it. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have a couple of friends who’ve done it and they swear by it… but, WOW, did they understate things! Having sex with my handsome, loving father is out of this world! Best sex I’ve EVER had! A thousand horses couldn’t drag me away from this house as long as you’re in it and ready to breed me!”
I, of course, was slow on the up-take.
“…and you don’t want to stop?”
“Never,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said quickly. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants to keep this going for as long as we can.”
“Until you find some boy,” said I. “I mean, you ARE unmarried and I’m sure that some guy your age would-”
“Allah! God, Durgesh, you can be a real idiot sometimes! Silly Durgesh. No BOY is ever going to compare to you! Just like no other woman will ever be able to take Ammī’s place… except maybe me.”
I shook my head in amazement.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just can’t believe that, yesterday, you were her good little girl. But today you’re-”
“Durgesh’s little cum-dump?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm supplied helpfully. “Try not to think of it that way, Durgesh. Think of it more like a gift. A very special gift that only Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can give, the only part of Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, left in this world. Together, Durgesh, we’ll make more beautiful children.”
“More?” I asked with a visible gulp.
“Only if we’re lucky… and speaking of lucky, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thinks it’s time to see if we can hit the jackpot before it’s too late. Now’s the best chance we’ll have for another nineteen days before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can get pregnant again. Let’s make you a Durgesh again.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to lean in toward me for a kiss.
“Do you think this time might do the trick?” I asked as I took Al Fātimah Al Naåīm in my arms, the TV now completely forgotten and relegated to nothing but background noise to our impending breeding session.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hopes so, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wrapped her hands behind my neck and leaned back, pulling me down to the couch with me. “But, at the same time, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm kind of hopes not.”
I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a curious look.
“I mean, we’re gonna need a LOT of practice to get it right if it doesn’t work this time. Right?”
I smiled defiantly at that thought.
“Practice, practice, practice,” I said and then I grew solemn even as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked her hands down and started to unbuckle my pants. “Thank you, her lovely daughter, for giving yourself to me like this.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed my pants over my hips and started to stroke my long, stiff Hindu penis.
“Anytime, Durgesh. And… I really mean that: anytime. Any place, any time, any circumstance… anytime you want to fill me with your Hindu sperm, you just go right on ahead. Bend me over the couch, throw me on the bed, take me on the floor, and have me in the shower- all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants is for you to be happy, Durgesh. And to make you a father again.”
As my large, throbbing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund began to fill her small, welcoming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I said,
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, Sālī, Badmåsh, Sweetheart!”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed winking at me.
“You didn’t leave me another option. I had to conspire with Ammī. She helped me. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, too, Durgesh!”
Turns out that, yeah, the third time IS the charm!
“By the way, Ammī is returning tonight. She has warned me to compete with me. Let’s see who gives you the son first, Ammī or Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s a very tough competition, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Abbū wanted to stop Ammī. She slapped Abbū. Long live your omnipotent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. It serves Ammīs and daughters equally.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm informed me.
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Posted: March 5, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentChapter 30
The New Order taking place
My jaw dropped in stunned shock.
“Are you kidding me? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, for one thing, that’s an expensive procedure. It’d cost money though either of us have it. I mean, we’re far from broke, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you’re half of me, too!”
“Look, Durgesh, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I’m only into a few semesters, but I’ve learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a hearth? Statistically speaking, we’d stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down’s Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we’d stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby.”
“That may be, Sweetheart,” I said calmly. “But we STILL couldn’t afford it and, even if we could, I’m not sure we could find a doctor in the state who’d be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it.”
“No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm countered, warming up to the argument.
Okay, it wasn’t an argument.
More like a debate, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was feeling more invested in the idea as the Moments passed.
If I was depressed about being deprived of my second chance with her Ammī, at fatherhood, maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could help.
I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm an incredulous look.
“Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they’d probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It’s just- no, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It wouldn’t work.”
Suddenly an idea burst forward and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it.
“Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?”
If I was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second.
“WHAT?!”
“Oh, come on, Durgesh. Look- you’re Durgesh and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you. Your last chance at being a father with my Ammī was taken from you. It was nobody’s fault, but it happened. You’ve done so much for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, all her life. Just once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm has like to do something for you.”
I shook my head in denial.
“Bearing her child wasn’t in the cards, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. You’re her DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don’t DO that kind of thing!”
“You’d be surprised,” She muttered before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could stop herself.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members.
One slept with her brother and the other was fucking me with her mother’s blessing.
But that was their business and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t about to break her promise of secrecy, even if it was Durgesh that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been telling.
I stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm coldly.
“What?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved it off.
“Nothing, Durgesh. Just… look, just forget it, okay? Or don’t. I don’t know. The offer’s there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can help make that happen, that would make ME happy.” Which was all true as far as it went.
But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn I was watching lately, most especially that day’s sample, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a sneaking suspicion that I was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because I felt excited for secretly wanting it.
Who could blame him?
It can’t be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn’t opposed to the idea!
And, frankly, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had already made up her mind.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wouldn’t force it on me, but if I wanted Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t going to turn me away.
if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could accept that two of her friends were committing incest, why couldn’t Al Fātimah Al Naåīm accept the possibility for herself?
“But…” I floundered for the words and all that came out was, “You. Are. Her. Daughter!”
As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame.
Not even in the running, really.
My resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself somewhat invested in- what?
Convincing me to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?
Or was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just playing Devil’s Advocate for the thrill of it?
The lines in her own mind were blurring so fast that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t keep up, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be her honest truth.
“No, Durgesh. I mean, yes, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM AM her daughter. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm am also a fertile young Musalmān woman, capable of bearing a child and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had cheerfully do so… for you. Since my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, isn’t here, and I’m the next best thing to her, all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pointed at my plate of spaghetti. “Your dinner’s getting cold, Durgesh.”
With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stood up and left the room, grabbing her own plate as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked away, and headed straight for her bedroom.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my eyes watching her in stunned silence as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm left and felt a soft tingle in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she realized that I was actually staring at her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
What the hell had Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just done?*
After finishing her own plate of spaghetti in her room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to relax by reading a book.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved Durgesh, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really want to be around me just then.
At the same time, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to continue our discussion and find out where my head was at with the whole thing.
But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew that, if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pried, I’d just clam up and get stubborn.
Whatever my true feelings were on the subject, I’d have to work them out on my own.
Meanwhile, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting more and more aroused at the idea.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was also getting confused.
Her head was screaming at her about Society’s rules while her heart was beating the drum of love for Durgesh.
And thinking of Durgesh, making him happy, naturally took her mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness.
After having seen the Hindu weapon I hide in my pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had slept with none before.
Yet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew what a penis looked like.
Or, rather, what they should look like.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys.
Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.
Her Ammī enjoyed that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass both for ten long years.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had planned to enjoy it her entire life.
What a chance!
Once in a lifetime chance!
To replace her Ammī forever in Durgesh’s sex life!
Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would offer the Salāt of thankfulness once Durgesh fucks her.
At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt a little weird and guilty that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was seriously objectifying my cock.
But, after a while, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored her curiosity and, yes, lust.
Her female Musalmān lust for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, more and more, to feel that huge Hindu tool sliding in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths, if only to know how it felt.
A few of her girlfriends had enjoyed the experience and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel.
Dammit, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to feel that complete, too!
And there Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was, living under the same roof with a man that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of her girlfriends drool with envy.
That Durgesh is handsome didn’t hurt matters any.
Every single female friend Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had regularly reminded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm of how hot Durgesh is.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm never admitted as much to any of them, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t disagree.
If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, if I wasn’t still so heartbroken over her Ammī’s desertion, I could pretty much have any Musalmān woman I wanted, young or old.
And, now, that included Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t decide if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was shocked or overjoyed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself that being impregnated by her own Durgesh was something that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted as much for herself as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted it for me.
Shocked or overjoyed… but, to her amazement, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt no guilt at the prospect.
The hell with any damn guilt.
Let Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too be Durgesh’s live in relationship partner now forever.
And so it was, with her guilt pushed to the backburner and her lust blazing at the fore, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about Durgesh.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm won’t go over the details of her masturbatory session- that’s all pretty self-explanatory- but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got her cum much quicker than usual.
Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know, but once her motor got running with the mental image of me trying to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, it was like her lust went into overdrive and just took over everything.
Not only did her orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed her.
It took every ounce of self-control to not scream out “DURGESH!” as she reached her peak, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm somehow managed it.
If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would most definitely have come bursting through her bedroom door in a panic only to find her lustfully begging me to do what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only fantasize about.
With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm decided that the fantasy of Durgesh breeding her definitely had an addictive quality- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!
When her orgasm finally abated, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stripped off her newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt.
Of course, and the irony of this wasn’t lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of mine that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had stolen months before and claimed for herself.
After several washings my scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was actually wearing MY shirt after having just cum while thinking about me fucking her.
Before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself all hot and bothered again, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got back into the book Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for a while.
About an hour later, I knocked softly on her door.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm? You in there?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put the book down.
“Yeah, Durgesh. Come on in.”
I opened the door and approached her bed.
I just stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently for a few seconds, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently waited for me to speak.
After all, I was the one knocking on her door, right?
Finally I said,
“I’ve given some thought to your… offer.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on her forehead.
“…and?”
I drew in my breath and then said,
“If we do this, I’m going to need to get REAL excited.”
Well! That was not the LAST thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted!
I had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year.
Adding more was the exact opposite direction Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to go in.
So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed lightly.
“No you aren’t, Durgesh. Besides, if you get excited, wouldn’t that just ruin things? I mean, I know you’re not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn’t very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up.”
I held my hand over my eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion.
“You’re taking this a lot better than I expected,” I said with my eyes still covered.
“Of course I am, silly,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied. “It was MY idea in the first place!”
I dropped my hand and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with naked mortification.
“But you don’t have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I’m your father, for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a reproachful look. “Durgesh… you’re more than just Durgesh, okay? You’re a handsome man, too. All of her friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they’d jump you in a heartbeat if they could. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm disagree with them, objectively speaking. You’re her Durgesh, yeah, but you’re hot. And it’s only sex.”
“Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME,” I emphasized. “I… still think Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I need a lot of courage for this… arrangement.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm sat upright suddenly.
“Not on your life, Durgesh! When we do it, Iwant you to be completely aware of what’s happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot.”
“Geez, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “Do you HAVE to put it like that?”
“Durgesh, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I’m not a little girl anymore, the better off we’ll both be. I’m 29, and I’m an adult, PhD, Self Dependent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān woman. Look- I’ve HAD sex, okay? Not usual, but I’ve masturbated imagining my finger was your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. We both know it. I’m a PhD and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I’m grown up now, Durgesh. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we’re talking about, isn’t it?”
“But you don’t have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I’m having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on her own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!”
“Like I said, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with a shrug, “it was MY idea to begin with. I’ve made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I’m doing here and I’m completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it.”
With just a fraction of a second’s worth of pause, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm searched herself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thrilled at the prospect of letting Durgesh get her pregnant!
And Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that I would knock Al Fātimah Al Naåīm up on the first attempt and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was more than ready to help me try!
I fixed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a skeptical expression. “…really?”
“Really,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with a nod. “Believe me, Durgesh, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn’t want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I’ve already seen how good a father you can be.”
I took a deep, calming breath.
“Okay. In that case.. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m about to say this… but, in that case, when you know you’re ovulating, let me know and we… we’ll see what happens.”
“Deal,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said without missing a beat.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm then got up on her knees and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
As I started to leave, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped me.
“Durgesh?”
I turned around and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quizzically.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing her extremely beautiful naked young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wondered, for a split-second, if I appreciated just how much Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked like that porn actress after all.
“Guess who’s ovulating?”
My jaw dropped open in surprised yet again.
“NOW?” I said with disbelief.
And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was sure that the disbelief was genuine, but I didn’t take my eyes off her nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān form even to blink.
I knew a good thing when I see it!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of her brown hair dance across her shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it.
“My period ended five days ago, Durgesh. And I haven’t taken any birth control. I’m as fertile as a turtle, as my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would say. Come to your little girl, Durgesh, and let’s make a baby!”
My reaction was immediate.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the tent forming in my sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second.
The inner debate that I was having was writ large on my face, which contorted and twisted with each thought.
The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile.
I was, after all, a Hindu.
And what Hindu man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young Musalmān woman pointedly asking him to breed her?
I certainly couldn’t.
What for all of my misgivings and protests and concerns, my lust had prevailed and I pulled off my own t-shirt swiftly.
The look of sexual hunger and lust in my eyes was unmistakable.
This man, whoever he was, was not her Durgesh anymore.
But I wasn’t the wreck of a man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been living with for the previous year, either.
This man, with whom Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shared a genetic bond, was suddenly a wild animal driven by lust and pent-up excitement and I could no more help myself than a raging, rutting bull.
I got closer to her bed, my fingers hooked in the elastic band of my sweat pants and boxer briefs, and I said, “Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. Even though I’m your father, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO have her limits. If we go down this path, we can’t come back from it. Are you SURE you’re ready for this?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at me with big, round eyes.
“What?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm asked. “For you to impregnate me? To feel your Hindu sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm flipped over and got onto her hands and knees, showing me her wet and swollen Musalmān Choot, and looked over her shoulder at me.
“Durgesh, I’m so ready for this that I don’t even need any foreplay.”
And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
My resolve crumbled like a house of cards.
In one, swift motion I pushed my sweat pants and underwear down to my ankles, grabbed my extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked my other hand under her hip.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued to watch my face as I looked down at her small, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and rubbed the head of my swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund against her Musalmān opening.
Without waiting another second, I slowly slid my large Hindu babymaker inside the folds of her drenched Musalmān pussylips and buried myself as deeply inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as I could.
The feeling of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund pushing deep into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was beyond thrilling!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt every inch of my long, thick Hindu shaft as my cockhead plunged down her Musalmān canal, stretching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had never been before.
Even though it took only a few seconds before my Hindu pelvis met her perfect Musalmān ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever.
And when our bodies finally did meet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my Hindu hardness penetrate so deeply in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body that her cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against my Hindu invasion.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shuddered in response to the sensation of me being seated directly inside her Musalmān womb, the place where my life-giving Hindu seed, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! I was going to create life anew in her only daughter!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I stayed motionless inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a moment, letting Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adjust to my Hindu length and girth.
“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hissed pleasurably.
“Oh, fuck, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight!”
“That’s right, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied as her hips tentatively wiggled.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my bulging Hindu cockhead shift around inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I want you to fuck me with that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours and don’t stop until you cum as deepest inside me as you can!”
I smiled wolfishly at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and then refocused my gaze on the place where we were joined.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m fucking her little Musalmān girl.” I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head of it was buried inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
“Believe it, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm purred as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm crossed her arms on the bedspread and lay her head down on them, crushing her heaving Musalmān breasts against the fabric and pushing her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass higher into the air. “You’re not only going to fuck me, you’re going to give me your Hindu baby. You’re going to shoot your Hindu sperm deep inside me and get your ex wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter pregnant. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, Durgesh, but I’m not going anywhere. If it’ll make you happy, believe me, I’ll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it’s time to plant another life inside me!” With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself back onto my fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund until her perfect Musalmān ass once again was pressed up against my Hindu male thighs.
“Fffffuck,” I hissed.
I didn’t say much more as I took control of the situation and started to fuck her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in earnest.
With both hands holding tightly onto her hips, I thrust in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot like a man possessed of a single purpose.
For several long Moments, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm luxuriated in the feelings of my huge Hindu member as it ravaged her deepest Musalmān core again and again.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shouted out as my pace increased. “You’re fucking me so good! Tell me when you’re ready to cum, Durgesh. Tell me when you’re ready to knock your little Musalmān girl up so that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can cum with you!”*
Chapter 31
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 29
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The New Order taking place
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me deeply.
However, there was a time when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was worried that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was going to lose me forever to the most painful sort of hatred.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, had separated from me a year earlier and while it was difficult for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to move past it, I didn’t seem capable of doing so.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood.
“Don’t betray Durgesh, Ammī.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had said to her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, gravely. Abbū tried his best to send you to gas chamber. Even then you are returning to him because Abbū is a Musalmān and Durgesh is a Hindu?”
Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl smiled at her PhD daughter.
“Islam is my Dīn, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. And it doesn’t allow me to live in relationship with a Hindu.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled sarcastically,
“After living in relationship with him for ten complete years. I was eighteen when you requested Durgesh to be your live in relationship partner.”
“I didn’t have another option then for our respectful survival. I was immensely grateful to Durgesh. He loves us beautiful Musalmān houseladies incredibly. I was aware of my ever incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. Immensely indebted to Durgesh, I offered myself to him. He accepted me.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was too angry to her immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, that she shouted at her brutally.
“How selfish you are, Ammī! I’m ashamed that I’m your daughter.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm marched out of there furiously.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew I had been deeply in love with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and, when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl betrayed me, I took it terribly hard.
The other half of my soul had been snatched away from md in a blink, after all.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year.
She picked up the house, supervised cooking, and generally did all of the chores that Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl used to do.
I, though, simply wallowed in my gravity and lost myself in a long line of other beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Through all of it I had brilliantly managed to keep my job of serving needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, but, at home, all of the fire had almost gone out of me.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did everything Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could think of to try and bring me out of my shell, but nothing seemed to work.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was only 28 when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl left me so it was not like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a lot of life experience to advise me on what to do.
And only a year later, at the age of 29, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no more experienced than before.
At some point Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply gave up and just held out hope that I’d crawl out of the hole of abnormal gravity on my own.
To some degree I had, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew the man I’d become was a mere shadow of who I’d been before.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her own life in order by continuing her education at the University.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved science. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes.
Fortunately, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t have to keep a job since, before her desertion, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made Al Fātimah Al Naåīm
Herself individually fairly wealthy- and my income only helped to bolster our financial health.
We’re even more than Gates Foundation wealthy now.
Our house and cars were paid for and her college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis.
As an only child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried her best not to let our wealth make her into a bitch or anything, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought that was mostly due to how her parents raised Al Fātimah Al Naåīm
– Always kind and helpful to those who were in need.
That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself.
Waiting for the right opportunity to help me was a hard test in patience.
That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day.
The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put down her shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home.
The lights were off and no one was there to greet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, even though she’d seen my car in the garage.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called out to see if I was awake, but I didn’t respond. She figured that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm should go check up on me and make sure that I hadn’t slept the day away.
It was such a beautiful day!
Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?
“Durgesh?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called down the hallway that led to my room.
Still I didn’t reply.
As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got closer to my bedroom door, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear the muffled sounds of my TV.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got directly to the door Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: I was fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Again.
I’d been doing that a lot lately.
I just couldn’t bring myself to start dating again.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s ever horny immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends never let me.
They always kept my immensely active ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund engaged into their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choots and even into their ever smart young Musalmān ass.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood it that it was the physical need of both her Musalmān girlfriends and mine too.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had found me in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while fucking her beautiful young Musalmān girlfriends.
Most of the women I fucked were who looked a bit like her Ammi, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.
It was just whatever tickled her fancy.
Over the last few months Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had learned a lot more about my sexual interests than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had ever wanted to know.
Like, who wants to know that their father’s favorite sexual position is doggy-style?
But what could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do?
Scolding me about it might embarrass me, which might cause me to withdraw from Al Fātimah Al Naåīm further, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm certainly didn’t want that.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently knocked on my door to see if I was awake.
Still no reply.
The door was slightly ajar.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found.
Sure enough, there was I, sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, with her one year younger girlfriend, Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, impaling herself with my ever infamous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
We both were so exhausted in our warm sex sessions that we also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around us.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, however, was still entirely buried into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Jāsiyah Al Shams was straddling me on top of me.
Shaking her head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.
“Allah! Oh, God, Durgesh! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Durgesh ! FUCK ME!” the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see that she looked a lot like her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.
Which also meant that she looked a lot like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, because Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was damn near a clone of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was her age.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on her.
I was actually not fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams.
I was actually fucking her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.
Al Jāsiyah Al Shams resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, so much that everyone misunderstood Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams were twins.
This was the third time that week that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had caught me like this, fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, but it looked like I’d finally found something that hit a little closer to home.
“Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!” the male actor told his “daughter” as he fucked her from behind. “Durgesh‘s got a big load for you.”
“Fuck, Durgesh! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me like you do with Ammī!” the Musalmān girl who had more than a passing resemblance to Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shook her head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV’s power button.
What had Durgesh turned into?
What kind of man had he become after Ammī deserted?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had I changed so much in such a short period of time?
For the last year Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had pretty much taken her Ammī’s, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl’s place in every way except one… and now it seemed that I might be in utmost need for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to fill that other forbidden role, too.
“Allah! God, I miss you, Durgesh,” She muttered as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around to regard my passed-out form. “What happened to you?”
As was perfectly natural, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm guessed, her eyes fell upon my spent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it was still buried entirely into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Even when it was buried entirely, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund looked to be pretty big.
“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Good Lord,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm whispered in disbelief, “how in the hell did Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl handle that thi-” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped herself in mid-sentence.
What the hell was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm saying?!
That was Durgesh!
“Snap out of it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Just… let’s just leave the man in peace, okay?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went to the bed, focusing her attention on the towel in my hand, and carefully took it from me.
I didn’t even stir.
The towel was… stiff in some parts.
Allah! Dear God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was holding my cum-rag that was stiff with my dried semen and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s vaginal Musalmān juices.
Trying to take the high road, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from my bulbous Hindu cockhead.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no blushing virgin.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had seen male plumbing before, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have to admit: Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was practically a work of art!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stared at it in awe for a moment before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself together and covered it with the towel.
As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to leave my room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm caught a glimpse of herself in Ammī’s old vanity mirror.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was wearing a thin summer dress and her long, brown hair was hanging softly over her shoulders.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to ignore that even as she realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be her twin!
They had the same large Musalmān breasts.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s had smaller areolas.
The same curvy Musalmān buttocks.
Their tiny-looking Musalmān pussies were both completely hairless, the same toned thighs and arms.
Yeah, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself, I was definitely fucking to the fantasy of having sex with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.
Or maybe it was just an analog of her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was young that he was fucking her.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really know.
And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t sure how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt about it just yet.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave her sleeping, naked, cum-spent Durgesh one more long look and then quietly walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind her.
When the door closed a bit louder than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had intended, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cringed.
My voice immediately came from inside my room.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?” I said sluggishly. “Is that you?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah, Durgesh. It’s me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and then supervise dinner. Come out whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay,” I said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that I could continue to sleep.*
While Al Fātimah Al Naåīm changed into her bikini in her bedroom, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror once more.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing her extremely beautiful young Musalmān curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I?
Maybe her butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller.
It was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a her Moment or two.
But the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just couldn’t believe I was watching that.
Was I really thinking about Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, my own stepdaughter, in a sexual way?
Why not?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was my stepdaughter and now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was my ever infamous live in relationship partner.
Wasn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Almost every stepdaughter of mine has expressly refused to accept me her stepfather.
I was always ‘Durgesh’ for them.
Even if they called me ‘Dad’, it was only a sarcasm always.
Durgesh is already living in relationship now with his countless Musalmān stepdaughters.
Doesn’t he?
Everyone of them is now proud mothers of Durgesh’s sons.
Aren’t they?
All of them claim Durgesh is the ever best husband for them.
None could take care of them as Durgesh did ever.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t wrap her mind around that possibility.
It had to be Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl I was thinking of.
But, a small part of her mind insisted: what if it wasn’t?
I had been fucking a lot of her Musalmān girlfriends who resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, lately.
Maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s doing so much around the house was causing me to transfer my feelings for Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, onto Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
Until now Durgesh has fucked his entire countless Musalmān stepdaughters.
Durgesh is still fucking them daily several times.
Why can’t Durgesh fantasize to fuck Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too if her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, is not available?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense.
Should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm discourage it or should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just let it slide and wait for me to get it out of my system?
If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waited, how long would that take?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just didn’t have the answers to those questions.
All Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could do was rely on her instincts and hope for the best.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew well enough to be certain that I would never cross a line uninvited.
That was for sure.
I was a loving, gentle person.
Even when I was angry, I never got mad or lost control.
I just… wallowed in my self-confidence, more than anything.
Sometimes I’d stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the ‘net.
It broke her heart to see me so crushed by her Ammī’s absence, which was part of why Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked so hard to do the things she did.
In my current state Al Fātimah Al Naåīm seriously doubted that I would work up the energy to do it myself.
Besides which, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me.
What kind of daughter would Al Fātimah Al Naåīm be if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just did nothing while I slowly fell to pieces?
That wasn’t how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been raised, after all.
“Helping others is a gift to yourself,” Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, always said.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put those thoughts aside and got her bikini on.
Once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did notice something odd, though.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced up at my bedroom window, she noticed that I was watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm from it.
I wasn’t jacking off or doing anything perverted like that.
I was just watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
When I saw Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looking up at me, I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a soft smile and waved before receding back into my room after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved back.
It was a rare thing to see me smile and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve done anything to see it more.*
Later that night, as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting finished with cooking dinner, I came into the dining room wearing my normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at my normal place.
I remained quiet as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm piled some spaghetti on my plate and brought it to me, having made a plate for herself already.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm set the plate down, I looked up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with this peculiar expression on my face.
“Sweetheart, about earlier today… I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I… I’m guessing it was you. I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.”
“It’s okay, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “I’m a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It’s perfectly Natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we’ll watch a movie later or something.”
I shook my head.
“Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, just.. I need to explain something to you-”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently placed a hand on my shoulder and said,
“Durgesh, you don’t need to explain anything. I get it. You miss my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, I miss her, too.”
I shook my head more emphatically.
“No, you don’t understand, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her desertion. I’ve taken some time off from work to just, well… deal with it. I’ve had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn’t know.”
Seeing the look of seriousness on my face, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a seat close to me and gave me her undivided attention.
“What is it, Durgesh?”
I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly.
After a Moment of steeling my nerves, I said,
“Well… it’s not just going to be the anniversary of your mother’s desertion. You see.. the day before she left us we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn’t told you about it yet and, when she left us, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t bear to put you through more pain and loss. So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I kept it a secret.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this.
“What? Oh, Durgesh! That’s… oh, I’m so sorry, Durgesh ! Your Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew something was bothering you, aside from missing my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl,, I mean, but… oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you’ve been carrying that around with you?”
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I know, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I should have told you, Sweetheart,” I said solemnly, “but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t stand to…”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled at me sweetly and tried her best to let her feelings of love and compassion be evident.
“It’s okay, Durgesh. Never mind. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand.”
I took a deep breath of relief and closed my eyes.
Then I looked down sorrowfully at my hands and said,
“The hell of it was that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and I had been trying for a long time, y’know? And when we finally got the news that she’d caught, we were just so damned excited. But now… now all of that is lost.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the sadness in my eyes and her heart damn near broke into a million pieces.
That was the one piece of the puzzle Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been missing.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea that Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was pregnant when she deserted, but now that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew, everything made a lot more sense about why I was so despondent.
Oh, her aching heart!
What could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do to help put me back together?
Her mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.
“Oh, don’t say that, Durgesh ! You’re not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again.”
I was already shaking my head, immediately rejecting that idea.
“No. It just… it wouldn’t be the same, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Your mother… she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it’s just… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t do it and look you in the eye. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I had felt like I had, I dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you… you’re our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t, not with someone who isn’t her.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm frowned slightly at that with deep compassion.
“I… I understand, Durgesh. I do. I just hope that, someday, you’ll be able to get past it.”
“So do I, honey,” I said with a small, wan smile. “So do I. There’s just not another woman on the planet like her.”
“Except for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, that is,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm added.
I glanced up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a curious look.
We stared at each other for a Moment, her mind still spinning with ideas.
Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in her mind, one thought leapt to the surface.
“Maybe… maybe the solution… Durgesh, I don’t like seeing you in pain like this. It’s not fair. You deserve better. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, but…”
“But what?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm steeled herself for what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was about to say. “…but a part of her is still alive, in a way.”
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, what in the world are you talking about?”
“Me, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said.
The look of confusion didn’t leave my face, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued.
“I’m still here. And I’m half my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? Her egg, your sperm- at least SOME of my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would be in there. I mean, it’s Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?”
Chapter 30
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 