The Extent:16

The extent

Durgesh

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Chapter 16

Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn

He was still young.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled to himself.
No, even Vedic Monotheist Hindus are not as ultramodern as Ǻlī Al Wahāb himself and his friends were.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks she is using Ǻlī Al Wahāb.
Well, let her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Ǻlī Al Wahāb in his utmost feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Life is still stretched before Ǻlī Al Wahāb as a vast unchartered field, even its horizon lost in the distance.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had been in Ved Nagar for ten years now.
The time had passed expediently.
Long Live Imām Muħammad Ħasan that dreamed of Ved Nagar.
The life anywhere else would have been immense problematic.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was confident they would succeed eventually ultimately.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had faith in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Muħammad Ůsmān’s ass was not as feminine before as it was now.
The ten years that passed have brought a miraculous change in their bodies.
None believed Muħammad Åbdullah when he told them that Assalāt, Salwāt, converted even a masculine body into a superb female body.
“It’s an anti-Islamic propaganda from the anti Musalmīn.” Imām Ůmar Fārūq had said, “For more than thirteen hundred years of Ummat-e-Muslimah we Musalmīn offered Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Assalāt, Salwāt, yet our masculine bodies were never converted into female bodies.”
“How do you know?” Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled bitterly.
“What do you mean?” all the three, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān thundered at Ǻlī Al Wahāb simultaneously.*

Ǻlī Al Wahāb was prudent enough not to indulge in a harmful discussion with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān ever.
He knew better.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān were not basically females in their male bodies, but Ǻlī Al Wahāb was.
He never enjoyed his male duties to his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.
He was very glad when his wife cuckolded him.
He always thought it was his actual dream life.
He loved his third position in the Triple of his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, Durgesh and himself.
He bubbled with pride when Durgesh fucked his wife Al Fātimah Al Wahāb keeping her on his nude Hindu lap, sitting on a chair.
His wife proudly used Ǻlī Al Wahāb as her pedestal, her footrest.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb loved it.
He himself too was proud of it.
Suddenly a sound penetrated Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s consciousness.
“To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah… To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…”
It was rather soft and distant, but it brought him back to the present.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s legs involuntarily swerved and brought him over the low rise to the University Field.
It was used for ashvinātam sex calisthenics, sports and student oratory.
Despite immense oppositions and demonstrations from Pseudo Musalmīn, Muħammad Åbdullah had gradually, eventually, ultimately had cooperated with Ǻlī Al Wahāb in establishing a Triple University in Ved Nagar too.
He had ultimately managed to get the permission from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
In the middle of the Field was a moderate sized crowd of students.*

They were chanting enthusiastically.
On a platform was someone, Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t recognize.
He was someone with a loud voice and a swaying rhythm.
It wasn’t Muħammad Yazdānī however.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had never met Muħammad Yazdānī in person.
Yet, he had seen Muħammad Yazdānī on holovision a number of times here at Ved Nagar.
Ved Nagar was really a Dream City.
It had so many scientific gadgets there the rest of the utmost ultramodern cities too couldn’t afford to have.
Ved Nagar was a city of multi-millionaires at least.
There were too many billionaires, trillionaires, and zillionaires even.
The other cities didn’t have them in so many numbers.
They said Muħammad Yazdānī might destroy what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved with so nonstop tremendous efforts.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb never believed it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated.
That’s she had such a tremendous nonstop success.
An ordinary Musalmān Beauty couldn’t achieve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, had done.

After all, how many such accomplished Musalmān Beauties Ummat-e-Muslimah had in its entire history, entire Al Tārīkħ Al Islam?
Yet, Ǻlī Al Wahāb paid close attention to Muħammad Yazdānī whenever Muħammad Yazdānī was on holovision.
Muħammad Yazdānī was large and smiled with vicious camaraderie, vicious comradeship.
He had thick sandy hair and light blue eyes.
His father was a South African Hindu and his mother was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

This speaker was however small, if anything─ thin, wide mouthed, dark haired and loud.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb wasn’t listening to the words, though he did hear the phrase ‘power from the females to males’ and many voiced shout in response.
Fine, thought Ǻlī Al Wahāb, but just how does Muħammad Yazdānī intend to win the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated?
Is Muħammad Yazdānī serious?*

Ǻlī Al Wahāb was at the outskirts of the crowd now.
He looked around to find out if there was someone, he knew.
He spotted Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s fan.
“Imrān,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb called out.
“Sir, Ǻlī Al Wahāb,” Imrān Hāshmī stared at him for a moment and recognized him with some effort.
Imrān Hāshmī had almost never seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb not being fucked in his ass by either Shankar Mahāpralayankar or Rājesh Rājpūt.
One or two times even while Ǻlī Al Wahāb was not enjoying either Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock in his ass or Rājesh Rājpūt’s, he was licking his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Houseladies’ Musalmān Cunts while Durgesh was still fucking them or had just fucked.
Imrān Hāshmī couldn’t remember, when in the recent past he had seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb alone, in this way.
He trotted over.
“Did you come to listen to this Pseudo Musalmān?”
There was immense hatred in Imrān Hāshmī’s voice for the Pseudo Musalmīn.
Despite the strict laws of never interference in other communities’ life, in Ved Nagar, the Dream City, the Muslim denominations had never stopped it altogether.
Every now and then, they were being punished by the Ved Nagar Administration, severely, for it.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb responded even more scornfully.
“Nonsense, I didn’t come here for any purpose but to find out what the noise was. Who the hell is he?”
Imrān Hāshmī smiled cheerfully, yet somewhat astringently too.
Muħammad bin Qāsim. He is speaking for Muħammad Yazdānī.”
“I hear that,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb said bitterly as he listened to the chant again.
It began each time Muħammad bin Qāsim made a telling point, apparently.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb kept asking,
“But who the hell is this Muħammad bin Qāsim? I don’t recognize his name. What department is he in?”
“Because he’s not a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā Triple University, sir. Muħammad bin Qāsim is one of Imām Muħammad Yazdānī’s mujāhidīn.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb was more furious now.
The Couple bastards were always adamant to interfere with the Triples.
Why?
Did the Triples ever interfere in the life of the Couple bastards?
Never.
The Triples were always law abiding.
That’s why even Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here at Ved Nagar, supported them in the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
The Triples were not only gays now.
They included the Bisexuals, gays, Cuckolds and Lesbians as well.
Now even the nudists and feminists were also joining the Triples.
“He isn’t a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā University? Then who the hell has permitted him to speak here? He hasn’t any damn right to speak here without a permit. Does he have one, do you suppose, Imrān Hāshmī?”
“I wouldn’t know, sir, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, Amīrul Mominīn.”
“Well then, let’s find out.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb started into the crowd.
Imrān Hāshmī caught his sleeve.
“Don’t start anything, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got goons with him.”
“Goons?”
“For rough stuff, in case anyone tries anything funny.”
“That’s the main problem with these Pseudo Musalmīn bastards.”
“I beg your pardon, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn bastards have never understood it’s not the reality of 1400 years ago anymore. The violence was effective only then. Not now any more. The humankind is living now in a far more advanced Multiverse.”
“That’s right.” Imrān Hāshmī chuckled, “But Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrzn is forgetting that’s why Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded on the bastards Pseudo Musalmīn and still succeeding.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb calmed down.
“That’s right. But it doesn’t mean we should keep them ignorant still now.”
“We can’t change them until and unless they don’t want to change themselves. We have Democracy here, ultimately, after all.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t pay any attention to what Imrān Hāshmī said.
He was too irritated.
There were seven young men more behind Muħammad bin Qāsim, the speaker.
They were spaced rather widely, legs apart, arms folded, scowling.*

Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 10

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Now Durgesh is needed.

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

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

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

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

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

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

“Why?”

“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

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

told her so!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

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

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

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

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

Fuck him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was a nice guy.

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

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

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

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

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

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

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

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

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

Nothing ever came of it.

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

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

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

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

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

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

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

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

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

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

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

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

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

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

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

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

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

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

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

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

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

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

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

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

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

“Not until we’re done with you.”

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

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

There were six of them.

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

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

She got even more afraid.

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

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

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

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

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

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

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

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

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

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

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

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

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

It was either swallow it or choke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that was soon to be corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

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

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

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

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

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

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

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

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

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

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

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

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

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

She knew it very well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

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

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

Not without it.*

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

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

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

Well!

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

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

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

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

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

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

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

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

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

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

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

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

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

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

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

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

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

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

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

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

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

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

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

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

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

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

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

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

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

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

“You are crazy.”

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

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

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

“Shut up! You bitch.”

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

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

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

Chapter 11

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



Kħātūn-e-Jannat


Midterm 2012

volume 2

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Volume 2: Ved Nagar

Volume 3: The Yacht


Midterm 2012: 13

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 13

Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Wahāb

The Campaign

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now had her back to Pramod Tantresh and had his Uncut Hindu Lund up her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass.

The other Hindu was lining himself up to her gaping Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr were getting undressed and already they were sporting mighty stiffness.

Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr held Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s legs apart as Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ slammed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Ohh I love two Uncut Hindu Lunds fucking me,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb cried out, “Fuck me, Hindus. Fuck Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. Enjoy,”

“You naughty little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  slut,” Sidrah Aħmad laughed as she entered the room, “How dare you get started without me?”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb popped Narottam Chauhān’s Uncut Hindu Lund from her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“It was only meant to be two of them,”

“Well, you’ll have to share” Sidrah Aħmad said and then quickly pulled her top off, revealing her pert, hard nippled Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You two over here,” she said to Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb complained, “But I want an Uncut Hindu Lund  to suck on too,”

“Here, get this hard again,” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ said as he stood up.

“Ah well better than nothing,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  said as Nārāyañ Kr’shñ fed his semi hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad had taken her mini and panties off and she was sitting on the bench seat with her legs spread wide open.

Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr were on either side of her and she was wanking on each Uncut Hindu Lund.

Narottam Chauhān moved forward and slapped his Uncut Hindu Lund against her beautiful Sunni Musalmān face.

Sidrah Aħmad licked the Hindu precum of the knob and then slipped the Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever-ravenous Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Muhammad found the golden opportunity.

He got down on his knees and began to work on Sidrah Aħmad’s dripping Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He licked all over her hairy gash and slipped his tongue as far as he could into her moist Musalmān hole.

“Yeah suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, Sālī, Wahābī Musalmān Choot, make it hard,” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ yelled.

“Ahh fuck I’m gonna cum,” yelled out Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ who was pumping Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Cum in my Sunni Musalmān Choot,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb cried inviting Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ as an orgasm shook her almost ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb loved the feeling very much when the hot Hindu Vīrý filled her Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest.

She had intense hatred for the Musalmīn as far as the sex was concerned.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could never forget how her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī begged for sex from her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī preached her minimum sophisticated sex instead.

Yes, her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī did not call her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī, Imāmzādī Ůzrah Muhammad Hāshmī a slut ever but he never satisfied her also.

“Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,” his friend, Manmohan Vikram Pratāp told him, “It’s not the proper way to deal with an extremely sexy ravenous Musalmān woman.”

Her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at his friend,

“Manmohan Vikram Pratāp, she is so sexy and ravenous that no single man can satisfy her.”

“I don’t think so. Let me try if you don’t mind.”

Her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī laughed,

“I can’t blame you, Manmohan Vikram Pratāp. My wife Imāmzādī Ůzrah Muhammad is too beautiful to be resisted. Okay, go ahead. Fuck her if you want to.”

Manmohan Vikram Pratāp smiled at her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,

“Sure? You won’t regret the permission afterwards?”

“Nonsense. I am a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān. I’m not a Hindu as you are. Our ideals are exactly opposite. Your ideal is your Lord Kr’shñ who had 16,108 queens, and countless beloveds even then. My ideal is Ħazrat Yusuf ålayhissalām.”***

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb learned her lesson from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī.

“Ahh fuck yeah” was all Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ could say as he shot Hindu load after Hindu load into her hot Sunni Musalmān Choot.

His body shook and then stiffened as he pumped the last few milliliters of his Hindu sperm into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

He pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund  out of her Sunni Musalmān Choot  and as Sidrah Aħmad  watched the cum drip down onto Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Pramod Tantresh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Sidrah Aħmad had a huge orgasm into Muhammad’s mouth.

Gajānan Yogvipr was so excited seeing it that he pulled Sidrah Aħmad forward and then slipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ  moved his now hard Uncut Hindu Lund  down to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb s cum dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole and plunged it in.

“Take that you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut,” he said. “Shove your Uncut Hindu Lund in her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Ajaý Shankar.”

Ajaý Shankar, the other Hindu, planked his Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s willing Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad wasn’t happy with the position she was in so she moved Gajānan Yogvipr onto his back and then mounted his Uncut Hindu Lund herself.

She slid down on his Uncut Hindu Lund  and then looked back at Narottam Chauhān who was beating his meat watching the show.

“Well, Narottam Chauhān,” Sidrah Aħmad invited Narottam Chauhān, “Come on. If she can have two Uncut Hindu Lunds in her so can I.,” she said.

Narottam Chauhān smiled in thanks, took his Uncut Hindu Lund in his hand proudly and moved in behind Sidrah Aħmad.

Gently, Narottam Chauhān slipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass.

The sensation was one of Sidrah Aħmad’s favorites and she came again.

Ajaý Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund was hard again and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was going to town on it when Nārāyañ Kr’shñ proclaimed to everyone that he was going to cum again.

“Here cop this,” he said to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb as he pumped his Hindu  load into her sopping cum filled Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came again as Nārāyañ Kr’shñ emptied his Hindu balls into her.

Her nipples were nearly bursting as Ajaý Shankar squeezed them.

He wanted another go in her Sunni Musalmān Choot so he moved Nārāyañ Kr’shñ away and once again filled her Sunni Musalmān Choot with his still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ was well and truly over it for a while.

He sat on the bench seat offering his Ābhār Stavan and getting more sexual-energy in this way.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled.

She knew Hindus very well.

They always offered their Ābhār Stavans whenever they fucked a Musalmān Beauty.

Sidrah Aħmad was in a zone as the two Hindus alternately pumped into her Sunni Musalmān Choot and gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass.

Narottam Chauhān was the first to shoot his load and he filled her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān  ass with his Hindu cum.

Gajānan Yogvipr was soon to follow and he sent a load into her cavernous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān hole.

Hindu Cum dripped out of her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān  ass and onto her Sunni Musalmān Choot mixing with Gajānan Yogvipr’s cum and her Sunni Musalmān juice.

She slid of the Uncut Hindu Lund and slid down Gajānan Yogvipr’s body to lick his Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hopped off Pramod Tantresh and was now on her knees with Pramod Tantresh.

Ajaý Shankar was poking his Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth now.

Her Sunni Musalmān Choot was wide open and globs of cum were hitting the floor.

The two Hindus almost came in unison with Pramod Tantresh shooting a huge load into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Ajaý Shankar also fully emptied his Hindu balls.

Sidrah Aħmad was now crawling over to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and they both kissed exchanging the Hindu cum that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had in her Wahābī Musalmān holes.

The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls stood up and hopped into the shower.

They began to wash away the morning’s activities.

They had to keep clean they had only been on the road for one hour.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Sidrah Aħmad hopped back into their new car the Hindus gifted to them and pulled back onto the Hume Highway.

“Well that was interesting,” Sidrah Aħmad smiled as she spread her legs and rubbed her red swollen Sunni Musalmān Choot lips.

“I meant to have them all, you bitch,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  laughed.

“Sucked in,”

“Did we pay for the fuel?” asked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Sidrah Aħmad, “Allah, we have given them more than the cost of the fuel and car both.”

“Maybe on the way back?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb chuckled.

Sidrah Aħmad racked the seat back and grabbed a pillow from the back seat.

“Time for a kindy nap” she said. “I might give the old girl a bit of an airing too,”

She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs as far as she could in the small space in the front of the car.

She lay there with her Sunni Musalmān Choot open for all to see as they trundled down the Hume.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb decided to have a bit of fun so whenever they passed a semi or van she would slow down so that the driver could cop a look.

The best one was when they passed a bus full of Hindu saints on a Dharmsantānam bus trip.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb shook at the thought of all those Hindu saints fucking them through the night.

Sidrah Aħmad was oblivious to what was happening around her.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb would occasionally move her hand over and rub Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Musalmān Clit as she slept.

As the Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān girls approached Gundagai, they pulled into the ‘Dog on the Tucker box’ to fuel up and stretch their legs at the same time.

“Sidrah Aħmad, ” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  said, “Wake up, time for a feed.”

“Oh fuck off,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she sat up to look. “Are we here already?”

“Yes dearest you’ve been asleep for ages,”

“Allah Allah, Bloody hell,” Sidrah Aħmad exclaimed.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān girls hopped out of the car and wandered into the shop to get some tucker.

Sidrah Aħmad had neglected to put her knickers back on so that when she went into the shop she could feel some of the Hindus’ cum still oozing out of her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“I’ll have a hamburger and some chips,” said Sidrah Aħmad, “I need to go clean up,” she whispered to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“OK” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she waited in line.

Sidrah Aħmad entered the cubicle and grabbed a handful of toilet paper, had a piss, and dabbed at her Sunni Musalmān Choot with the paper.

She rubbed at her Sunni Musalmān Clit as she sat back on the toilet.

She knew by the tingling sensation that she would be a horny Sunni Musalmān bitch that night.

She exited the toilets and saw Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sitting at a table with the bags open about her.

“What are the hamburgers like?” She asked.

“Good,” answered Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, “They have beetroot, lettuce, tomato, onion… everything,”

“Tops,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she grabbed a handful of hot chips. “Beats Macca’s,”

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān girls sat in the sun and completed the meal.

They wandered back to the car when Sidrah Aħmad noticed some water under the car.

“Was that there before?” she asked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Not sure,” she answered.

“She’ll be right,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she hopped into the driver’s seat.

They hopped back onto the Hume and headed once more to Sydney.

The car was chugging along quite nicely until Sidrah Aħmad noticed the temperature was rising in the engine.

“I think that water was from this car,” she said to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Oh fuck no,” said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. “You’d better pull over,”

“Are you in the NRMA?” Sidrah Aħmad asked.

“Um…..no,”

“Oh now we’re fucked,” Sidrah Aħmad said.

They pulled into a roadside shelter and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled out her mobile phone.

“We can always ask,” She said, “They usually just charge for non-members,”

She called the 13 number and spoke to someone on the other end.

She had spoken to the local repairer and they said it was no problem for them to come out and fix it up.

“See.” said Sidrah Aħmad, “no problem,”

“But we have no money,” said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Remember the auto electricians?” Sidrah Aħmad asked, “I never had to pay that Nārāyañ Kr’shñ. The Hindus always prefer our Musalmān Cunts on our money. Let them get what they want from us more.”
“Ah yes that’s right,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed, “But after you fucked the three of them you were sore for a week.”

“Well this time there will be only one and you will be helping me.” She laughed. “Now get your knickers off and get ready,”

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān girls whipped their panties off, sat back and watched as the NRMA Mitsubishi Triton drove into the truck rest.

Luckily for the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls   the Hindu mechanic was in his 30’s and not too shabby.

“Remember he has to fix the car before we offer him our wares.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls hopped out of the car and met the Hindu mechanic as he got his gear out of the back of his cab.

“Hello ladies, I’m Shankar Mahādévan,” he said, “Having a few problems, are you?”

“Nothing that you can’t fix I’m sure,” Sidrah Aħmad giggled.

Shankar Mahādévan   looked the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls over and smiled. “Could I see your membership card please?”

“Umm it’s in the car I’ll get it,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

She wandered over to the car and made a point of leaning over so that her skirt rose up her backside.

Shankar Mahādévan   had a good long glance and then moved over to the car.

He had a quick look about and as Sidrah Aħmad leant over the engine allowing Shankar Mahādévan   a view of her firm tits he announced.

“You need a new back water hose, I’ll cut you one now,”

“Thank you,” cooed Sidrah Aħmad.

“Have you found that membership yet?” Shankar Mahādévan called out to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Still looking,” she yelled.

Shankar Mahādévan pulled a long piece of hose out from the back of his cab and cut about 10 inches off.

He grabbed two clips and returned to the vehicle to finish the job.

In a matter of minutes, he had the hose attached and the car was ready to go.

“I’ll just get some water for you,” he said as he went around to the side of the car. “Holy fuck” is all he could muster as two completely naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  girls sat in the back seat of the car rubbing each other’s Musalmān Cunts.

“We don’t have membership,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she climbed out of the car. “I’m sure you won’t say anything,”

“Not a fucking word,” Shankar Mahādévan smiled as she rubbed the growing mound in his pants.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came around squatted down before him and quickly pulled down his shorts.

Sidrah Aħmad started undoing his shirt as Shankar Mahādévan winked at them, “You Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  girls  certainly don’t fuck about,”

“No point in that,” Sidrah Aħmad  said as she sucked on his left nipple. Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had his fat Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and she was licking the end of it as it grew in size.

Shankar Mahādévan   grabbed Sidrah Aħmad’s tits and began kneading them.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb began sucking Shankar Mahādévan’s Uncut Hindu Lund  in earnest and Shankar Mahādévan   began groaning as she swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue over the Hindu head.

Sidrah Aħmad dropped down as well and Shankar Mahādévan, for the first time in his life, had two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  girls swallowing his Uncut Hindu Lund.

He was immensely happy naturally.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb held it and wanked it as she passed it to Sidrah Aħmad who simply swallowed it whole.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb reached over and rubbed Sidrah Aħmad’s gaping wet box.

“Up you get girl.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said, “Time to fill that Sunni Musalmān Choot of yours with this great Uncut Hindu Lund,”

“Thank you, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb darling.” Shankar Mahādévan was really glad.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had termed his Uncut Hindu Lund a great Uncut Hindu Lund.

Hindus always feel pride when a Musalmān Beauty praises their Uncut Hindu Lund.” She had heard from all of her extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends.

As Sidrah Aħmad stood up, she traced a line up his stomach and chest with her tongue before flicking her tongue at him.

She spun around, lifted her right leg up on to the front wheel, and bent over.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb leant over Sidrah Aħmad and pulled Sidrah Aħmad’s gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks apart revealing to Shankar Mahādévan   her wet Sunni Musalmān labia.

Shankar Mahādévan   squatted slightly down and rubbed his purple Hindu knob over her Sunni Musalmān slit before slipping it into her.

“Allah, Oh fuck that’s good,” Sidrah Aħmad  said as Shankar Mahādévan quickened the pace.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb rubbed his Uncut Hindu Lund as it slid in and out before she walked behind Shankar Mahādévan, grabbed and kneaded his Hindu balls as Shankar Mahādévan pistoned into Sidrah Aħmad.

She slipped her hand down, rubbed Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Wahābī Musalmān  Clit and smeared Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s juice all over the base of Shankar Mahādévan’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

“My turn,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she sat up on the boot of the car and spread her legs.

Shankar Mahādévan pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out and moved over to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb who parted the way for him with her fingers.

Shankar Mahādévan   again rubbed his Uncut Hindu Lund all over her Wahābī Musalmān snatch before he slipped it straight in.

Sidrah Aħmad came over and began sucking on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s right tit.

Sidrah Aħmad  used her right hand to rub Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Sidrah Aħmad slowly moved down Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s torso and began licking on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Shankar Mahādévan   was over the top at the sensation of Sidrah Aħmad’s head on his Uncut Hindu Lund.

He pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and fed it into Sidrah Aħmad’s willing extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

“Yeah suck my Uncut Hindu Lund,” Shankar Mahādévan   ordered. “Ahh fuck it I’m going to cum.”

Sidrah Aħmad grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund, gave it a few pumps and Shankar Mahādévan shot a huge Hindu load up into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and it landed on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s welcoming open Wahābī Musalmān mouth too.

A few more Hindu shots hit Sidrah Aħmad in her Sunni Musalmān throat and the remainder landed into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s dripping Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.

Shankar Mahādévan   almost lost the use of his legs as his orgasm shook his Hindu body.

Sidrah Aħmad moved up to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and they kissed each other as they smeared cum over each other’s face.

Shankar Mahādévan   began filling his Hindu cum all over into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s Wahābī Musalmān  Choot and sliding his Uncut Hindu Lund  into her.

“Well you Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  girls certainly know how to settle a Hindu ,” Shankar Mahādévan   said as he left Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and pulled his shorts up. “Don’t forget to put some water in that before you leave, there’s a tank just over there.”

“Why thank you,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

“And thanks for the fuck,” Sidrah Aħmad smiled to Shankar Mahādévan as he climbed into his car.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb drove the car over near the tank and topped up the radiator using an empty drink container.

It seemed to take forever to top up the tank and afterwards Al Fātimah Al Wahāb poured some of the water over herself to clean up.

Sidrah Aħmad was already dressed but she threw some water over her as well.

“You need to look after your hygiene better.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said, “Here wash your face,”

Sidrah Aħmad  gave herself a quick wash and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān girls   dressed completely before hopping in the car to drive off.

The car worked perfectly as it cruised down the highway towards their final destination.***

At about 7.00, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls   pulled into the crowded street in Newtown where the party was to be held.

They had to park about three blocks away from the house and they grabbed a few bottles of champagne at the local bottle shop before they knocked on the door.

The gentle rumble of music from within the house exploded as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb opened the door.

“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb!!” yelled Durgesh her younger sisters’ Hindu lover .

I was stark naked and my Uncut Hindu Lund was semi hard and shiny.

“Hello Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! “Said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, as she gave me a peck on my Hindu lips.

Sidrah Aħmad moved into the house and wasn’t at all surprised to see that most of the guests were completely naked.

She gave me a kiss on the lips and gave my Uncut Hindu Lund an appreciative squeeze.

“The most successful and most popular Uncut Hindu Lund in entire Musalmān Cunts.” Sidrah Aħmad winked at me with absolutely genuine appreciation.

“Thank you.” I poked my Uncut Hindu Lund into Sidrah Aħmad’s dripping Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Sidrah Aħmad swallowed it there entirely.

“I see you’ve already started,” she said nodding to a tall skinny Musalmān blonde who was squatting between two Hindu men and alternately sucking their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

The Wahābī Musalmān girl was wearing nothing more than a silver mini skirt and her Wahābī Musalmān Choot  was shaved clean.

“I was the third until you two showed up. Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad has being hanging out for it all day,”

“I’m sure I can fix you up later,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she pulled her top off.

“No doubt you will,” I smiled.

Sidrah Aħmad went over to the threesome, sat, and watched.

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad stood up, spun around to one of the Hindus, and lifted her left leg up to me.

I slipped my slippery Uncut Hindu Lund into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s sopping Wahābī Musalmān Choot   and began pumping away.

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad then leant forward and took the other Uncut Hindu Lund in her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Ramésh Trivikram came to her with a glass of champagne and offered it to Sidrah Aħmad.

“Where’s Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?” I asked fucking Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad passionately.

“Dunno” Sidrah Aħmad  said as she grabbed the glass of champagne in her left hand and Ramésh Trivikram’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her right.

“Happy birthday,” Sidrah Aħmad  said as she dipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into the glass and then licked it off. “Great party.”

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad literally fell to the floor and landed in a doggy position as I who was drilling her Wahābī Musalmān Choot  slipped underneath her and Jamīl Qāzī began licking at her Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

My Uncut Hindu Lund stood proudly into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

The other guy dropped to his knees and continued receiving her excellent blowjob.***

 

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb went wandering through the house and counted about 30 people.

That is she counted 10 Musalmān Beauties  and about 20 Hindu studs.

She spotted one young Wahābī Musalmān Beauty  with large tits and a tiny waist bouncing up and down on a huge Uncut Hindu Lund  as she caught a mouth full of Hindu cum from a ravenous Hindu  with a huge Hindu dick.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb grabbed a glass of champagne and went outside to say hello to someone she had seen earlier.

Sidrah Aħmad’s Ammījān.

“Hi Nafīsah Ibrāhīm,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she wandered into the BBQ area.

“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb !!” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm cried out enthusiastically, “How are you darling?”

“Good thanks. What’s happening?”

“I’m just enjoying the company of these handsome and lovely Hindus .” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm said. “Have you met Vikram Naréndr my new Hindu man and Shiv Trivikram his friend?”

“Hello,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could not forget the time that she went to Sidrah Aħmad’s house one day unannounced and caught Nafīsah Ibrāhīm in bed with two Hindus.

Winking at Nafīsah Ibrāhīm, she said,

“I’m glad you came prepared.”***

 

My Uncut Hindu Lund was as hard as steel as it plunged into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Sidrah Aħmad had firmed me up with a good hard blowjob.

When Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad mounted one of the Hindus  and proffered her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass to any Hindu  who was willing.

I, of course, did the noble thing and filled her hole.

The other fellow who was getting the blowjob sat next to Sidrah Aħmad and began wanking at his Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hi,” he said to Sidrah Aħmad, “I’m Akhil Nārāyañan ”

“Hi Akhil Nārāyañan.”

“Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad is one real hot piece,” he said.

“Well you have quite a nice Uncut Hindu Lund there, Akhil Nārāyañan,” Sidrah Aħmad  said as she grabbed a hold of it, “My Sunni Musalmān Choot needs filling. Let’s not fuck about any longer,” She stood up and whipped her skirt and panties off.

Her willowy frame spun around so that she could watch Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad, me, and the other fellow continue the double penetration.

She rubbed her Sunni Musalmān slit a little to spread the copious juice and then squatted down onto Akhil Nārāyañan’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Sidrah Aħmad  called out, “Fuck me hard, Akhil Nārāyañan, fuck me hard, please!”

Akhil Nārāyañan reached around, grabbed one tit with his left hand and rubbed her Sunni Musalmān Clit with his right.

The juice flowing from her Sunni Musalmān Choot was seeping down onto his Hindu balls.

Sidrah Aħmad reached down, grabbed his balls and took over the rubbing of her Sunni Musalmān Clit.

I was pumping hard into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass just before I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out.

I quickly moved to her face and pumped a load into her open Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

This was too much for Akhil Nārāyañan and with Sidrah Aħmad squeezing his ball bag he unloaded a huge dump of his Hindu cum into her Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.

Sidrah Aħmad also began to shake as her first orgasm of the night shook her exquisite Sunni Musalmān body.

The fellow under Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad had pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest and had shot his Hindu cum all over into her Sunni Musalmān Choot and gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass too.

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad just lay there in a daze.

Sidrah Aħmad rubbed her Sunni Musalmān Clit with the Hindu cum that was oozing from within her.***

 

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had a nice long chat with Nafīsah Ibrāhīm and although Nafīsah Ibrāhīm wore nothing more than 2 nipple-rings and at 42 was the oldest person at the party, she was still incredibly sexy.

Her body was slender and her high cheekbones kept her looking sensational.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm was sitting between Vikram Naréndr and Shiv Trivikram.

As she began stroking their Uncut Hindu Lunds Al Fātimah Al Wahāb excused herself and went back into the party.

She walked past Sidrah Aħmad who was kneeling before Akhil Nārāyañan and licking his Uncut Hindu Lund clean.

She went upstairs to see what was happening.

There was only three other rooms plus the bathroom and she could hear some noise from the main bedroom.

Not being shy, she opened the door and peeked in.

On the bed were two Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girls in a 69 position licking each other’s Sunni Musalmān Clits as they plunged Uncut Hindu Lund of their Indian Hindu sex partners into their Pakistani Musalmān Choots.

Surrounding the bed were four Hindu men all stroking their hard Uncut Hindu Lunds.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was quick to lose her clothes.

She went over to the Hindus.

They were all staring with crazed lust at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Fancy inviting two Lesbians to an orgy,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  said.

She grabbed an Uncut Hindu Lund in her each hand,

“My brother, Jamīl Qāzī, has no idea.”

“Hey we aren’t Musalmīn,” said Vijaý Pratāp.

“We are just putting on a show,” Kamal Nayan Mr’tyunjaý added, “And if I’m right and you are Al Fātimah Al Wahāb you don’t mind a good tongue lashing either,”

“I sure do,” she said as she hopped onto the bed and lay on her back.

Kamal Nayan Mr’tyunjaý and Vijaý Pratāp went to either side of her and each one suckled a nipple.

Kr’shñ Nārāyañ, one of my friends, spread her legs and went down on her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

One fellow called Nārāyañ Shiv Shankar lay across Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s face and fed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Another fellow called Shiv Vikram Harihar plugged Nāzimah Shaharyār from behind whilst Trivikram Bachhalyā did the same to Lubnā Åzīm.

The room was alive with the sound of wet, wild sex.

Kr’shñ Nārāyañ  grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund  and rubbed it up and down the length of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot  before plunging it home.

Vikās Shankar moved down to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Wahābī Musalmān snatch and began kissing at her pubes.

Kr’shñ Nārāyañ , never missing an opportunity, pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund  out of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  and let Nāzimah Shaharyār lick his Uncut Hindu Lund .

“Oh fuck this is too much,” cried Shiv Vikram Harihar as he quickened the pace into Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Nāzimah Shaharyār reached under and grabbed his Hindu balls, which sent him right over the edge and he pumped a huge load of Hindu cum into Nāzimah Shaharyār’s tight Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He seemed to pump for minutes before collapsing onto the bed.

Nāzimah Shaharyār was rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Choot before deciding to get Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to clean her out.

Nāzimah Shaharyār moved Nārāyañ Shiv Shankar out of the way and squatted down onto Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s open mouth.

The sight of Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Hindu cum filled Sunni Musalmān Choot being licked out was all it took for Nārāyañ Shiv Shankar to lose the plot.

He bent Nāzimah Shaharyār over the bed head and rubbing her gorgeous smart ultra-modern  Wahābī Musalmān ass  whilst pumping his Uncut Hindu Lund  he sprayed an immense Hindu load all over into her Sunni Musalmān Choot , gorgeous smart ultra-modern  Sunni Musalmān  ass  and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Not to be outdone, Kr’shñ Nārāyañ  grabbed Lubnā Åzīm by the back of the head and pumped his Uncut Hindu Lund  a few Times  before spraying into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s Sunni Musalmān Choot .

Lubnā Åzīm did the right thing, licked, and sucked at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s fucked and wet Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Trivikram Bachhalyā was lucky last and he pulled out of Lubnā Åzīm, moved to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s mouth and Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Lubnā Åzīm, seeing what was going to happen, spun around, grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked it off.

The remaining Hindus  sat back, still with hard ons, and watched as Trivikram Bachhalyā jizzed all over into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Lubnā Åzīm’s mouths and Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.***

Sidrah Aħmad  didn’t know the name of the man whose Uncut Hindu Lund  was in her Sunni Musalmān Choot , nor did she know the origins of the cum she could taste in the shaved Sunni Musalmān Choot  she was licking.

She did know that the girl was a bit of a Katrina Kaif look-a-like, that is she was a bit skanky.

She did, however know Shankar and Hariharan the two fellows feeding their meaty Uncut Hindu Lunds into Katrina Kaif’s mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad had cleaned off Akhil Nārāyañan’s Uncut Hindu Lund when the stranger had simply knelt behind her and started in earnest to fuck her.

Akhil Nārāyañan had moved away when he saw Sidrah Aħmad’s Ammījān outside being doubled on the lawn.

The Katrina Kaif look-a-like, who opened her legs for Sidrah Aħmad and said, “Lick me”, replaced him.

Shankar and Hariharan hopped up onto the lounge soon after.

The fellow ploughing into Sidrah Aħmad came as soon as Hariharan squirted a load down onto Katrina Kaif’s fine, pert tits.

His cum was still oozing out when he was replaced by another Hindu  pole.

This fellow pumped into Sidrah Aħmad for only a short while before pulling out and squirting down into her back.

Shankar knelt down and after pumping his Uncut Hindu Lund, he blew into Sidrah Aħmad’s mouth and Katrina Kaif’s shaven Sunni Musalmān Choot.***

 

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm was in full flight as Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr fucked her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Yeah fuck my Wahābī Musalmān Choot , fuck my gorgeous smart ultra-modern  Wahābī Musalmān ass , fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm cried out.

“Here suck my Uncut Hindu Lund and be quiet,” said Akhil Nārāyañan as he held her head.

“Oh fuck yeah another Uncut Hindu Lund,” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm called out in joy.

A small crowd of about 10 had surrounded the moaning quartet on the lawn and were cheering them on.

“Fuck the old Wahābī Musalmān  slut,” came a call, “cum all over into all her three Wahābī Musalmān holes. Fill them with Hindu Vīrý.”

Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr scooped it down onto Nafīsah Ibrāhīm’s Wahābī Musalmān Choot   and gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and resumed fucking her with a renewed frenzy.

Two other Hindus got closer and began wanking their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

“You Hindus want to fuck my gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Wahābī Musalmān Choot ?” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm asked.

“Fuck yeah,” one said.

“Ok, you two hop off,” she said to Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr, “You can fuck me anywhere.”

The two pulled out and Akhil Nārāyañan moved away as Nafīsah Ibrāhīm stood up and said to the shortest one, “Lie down.”

He lay on the grass.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm turned her back to him and squatted down on him.

His Uncut Hindu Lund slipped easily into her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She leant back and with her right hand rubbed her Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Now fuck my Wahābī Musalmān Choot ,” she said, “fuck it good and hard,”

He squatted down and began his assault on her slippery, oily Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr were now standing on either side of her face and Akhil Nārāyañan was at the top of her head.

The fucking continued to the sounds of the lewd yells from the crowd.

“Cum all over into her,” was a familiar call that came true when the young Hindu  in her Sunni Musalmān Choot  pulled out and blew a sensationally huge Hindu load all over into her Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

 

Shiv Trivikram then followed suit by shooting straight into her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm almost gagged but swallowed it all like the true professional she is.

Akhil Nārāyañan  shot a watery load all over into her gorgeous Wahābī Musalmān ass whilst Vikram Naréndr  blew all over into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The young Hindu fucking her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass had reached around and was now rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Clit and Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm grabbed his Hindu balls and as he exploded into her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass, she too squirmed with orgasmic ecstasy.***

 

As Al Fātimah Al Wahāb left the room she looked back in as the four Hindus were fucking Lubnā Åzīm and Nāzimah Shaharyār in the gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Wahābī Musalmān Choot  .

She went downstairs to see Sidrah Aħmad still licking Katrina Kaif’s hairless snatch.

She knelt down beside her and rubbed the cum of the previous Hindu shagger around on her back.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said “just for a while.”

They went up into the bathroom and Sidrah Aħmad turned on the bath.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat on the toilet, opened her legs wide and began rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Sidrah Aħmad put one leg up on the bath and began rubbing hers.

The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān girls continued in silence simply massaging their own Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān Clit s and fingering their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān twats.

They looked into each other’s eyes and slowly built themselves into an orgasmic frenzy.

After they came down and got a grip of their senses, they both embraced, kissing and fondling each other.

“Do you know something, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?” Sidrah Aħmad asked.

“No, what?”

“I fucking love you.” Sidrah Aħmad said.

“I love you too you silly Uncut Hindu Lund sucker!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said laughing.

And with that, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls   hopped into the bath and cleaned themselves off before returning to the party below.

Chapter 14

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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


Midterm 2012: 12

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 12

Durgesh Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

Shankar Mahāpralayankar

Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Wahāb

Shortly after moving into her new home in a new apartment block, one of those trendy places that had all mod cons, including pool, spa and sauna, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī decided to try the sauna.

As it was well after midnight, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī found a towel large enough to cover her boobs and pubes and strolled down to the sauna.

Imagine her surprise to find it occupied at this time of night.

Inside there were two young Hindus whom Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had seen around the units but had not previously spoken to, sitting around naked on their towels.

Clutching their towels and covering themselves, they self-consciously welcomed her when Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī entered.

After introducing themselves, it transpired that they shared one of the larger units and, while definitely not gay, were quite accustomed to seeing each other naked.

As far as Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, it was not possible for Hindus generally until they didn’t fuck Musalmān Beauties simultaneously together.

Well, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled, actually Hindus only thought to be proud of themselves that they fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The fact was that Hindus never fucked Musalmān Beauties.

The Musalmān Beauties themselves fucked Hindus always.

It was perhaps the ever-old Time Cycle of ancient Arabia when the Årabs didn’t have anything in abundance except their own incredibly beautiful womankind.

Perhaps the History was repeating itself more and more endlessly.

Perhaps the Musalmān Beauties were victims of this nonstop Time Cycle unknowingly, innocently even.

Why otherwise even the richest Musalmān Beauties fuck poorest Hindus?

Why otherwise even the richest Hindus fuck poorest Musalmān Beauties?

Take the present case even.

Her friend Nādirah Ħabīb was planning to manage even the poorest Musalmān Beauties to sleep with Durgesh.

They were especially cultivated for it.

Nādirah Ħabīb’s election secretary, Zamurrad Sultānah was working on exquisitely lovely Musalmān Beauties who were immensely poor.

They had to be loyal to Nādirah Ħabīb even in these worst days for Congress.

They needed money more than they needed justice.

 

When the heat of the sauna started to affect her, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked them where to cool down and I advised the pool.

Realizing that Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too was naked beneath her towel, Shankar Mahāpralayankar impishly suggested skinny-dipping was acceptable at this time of night.

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was now starting to feel very hot and needed to get out of the sauna quickly, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī headed for the pool.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī surfaced after diving in, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked around and saw that the Hindus had followed her out.

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī watched, we casually dropped our towels on the poolside bench and ambled toward the pool.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could see clearly that we were both well-endowed and quite comfortable with being exposed to her entirely unashamed brave Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān gaze.

As we jumped into the pool, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel a tingle of excitement pass through her at the thought that all three of us were naked together in the pool.

Being a successful politician of Congress Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew she needed Hindu support very much.

Nādirah Ħabīb was already enjoying it.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was already enjoying it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was already enjoying it.

Why shouldn’t Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too?

Why shouldn’t Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too?

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lazed in the shallow end of the pool, feeling the water cool her body, we joined her and Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī noticed that our attention was drawn to the sight of her breasts floating there, with her erect nipples just breaking the surface.

After some minutes of idle chatter, we were all cooled down sufficiently to return to the sauna.

We climbed from the water and towelled ourselves dry.

Our nakedness was now seeming quite natural.

When we returned to the sauna, I placed my towel along one of the lower seats and lay down on it.

Not wishing to appear prudish, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī followed my example and lay down on the upper seat opposite.

When Shankar Mahāpralayankar saw this, he also lay on his towel, on the bench beside me.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī next looked over at the two of us, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī noticed that our Uncut Hindu Cocks had returned to a more normal size.

We continued our discussion of earlier and while making a point, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sat up on the edge of her bench, unwittingly giving both of us Hindu men an excellent view of her shaved excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

We soon also sat up as our attention shifted from the persuasions of her argument to the attractions of her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could not fail to notice that it was not only our attention that was being attracted by her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body; our Uncut Hindu Cocks were also noticing and growing slightly in her direction.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could now either cover up and run away or admit that she, too, was becoming aroused by the proximity of our slim, young Hindu bodies.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hate to run away, so Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī allowed her natural reactions to take over.

Her nipples became erect again and her legs parted slightly giving us an even better view of her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān labia.

By now, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was quite hot, both physically and emotionally, so Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī suggested we go swimming again to cool down.

We assisted her from her bench and when Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī attempted to wrap her towel around herself, I held it and shook my head smiling graciously at her.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī understood and together we strolled naked to the pool with each of us pointing the way.

Once in the pool and the cooling effect of the water, we congregated at the deep end with the fellows quite close on either side of her.

After a couple of what passed for accidental brushings against Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I placed an arm around her shoulders and drew her to me.

I placed my other hand on her splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān breast and allowed it innocently to cup her.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock  against her smooth splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thigh and it seemed to be bigger than it had in the sauna.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī then felt Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s hand slide between our bodies and cup her other splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān breast.

It was now too late to call this thing off, so Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī dropped both her hands and, taking hold of an Uncut Hindu Cock in each, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gently squeezed our Uncut Hindu Cocks.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar gasped and immediately grew hard, while I swelled somewhat but maintained sufficient control to suggest we adjourn inside.

Agreeing, we dried ourselves.

Moreover, with towels barely hiding our excitement, we went in.

As our apartment was closer, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī followed us into it.

As soon as the door was shut, I removed my towel and then tore her towel too from her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī next saw Shankar Mahāpralayankar his towel was also gone. Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still hard and as Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī watched; my Uncut Hindu Prick  quivered and grew until it too stood tall and proud.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could now see us both clearly and noticed that we were both of slightly above average length, with my being longer, fatter, and stronger.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me invitingly with immense appreciation.

I took her hand and led her directly to my bedroom with Shankar Mahāpralayankar following us.

In the middle of this room was a king size waterbed and Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew that here it was where we needed to be.

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay down in the middle of the bed, I went to one side of her and Shankar Mahāpralayankar moved to her feet.

Immediately, I began to kiss the nearest breast and shortly my mouth had found her nipple.

I began kissing it too.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar began kissing her feet and shortly after his lips started to move up her legs.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took My Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand and manoeuvred it toward her mouth. When he was close enough, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī began licking along the length of it and sucking his balls into her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth one at a time.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now reached the top of her smooth splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs and he opened and raised her knees without once stopping his kissing of her legs.

His kisses proceeded up from them until Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel his hot Hindu breath over her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.

Releasing her knees, his hands gently opened her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān labia and Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt him move his head back slightly as he examined her now fully exposed sex with its separated lips and clitoris standing up like a toy soldier.

He then moved closer and his tongue began to circle slowly around that sensitive part.

His lips descended until they had taken in her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clit.

He started to suck on Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

That Hindu young man had a very educated Hindu mouth, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel her first orgasm begin to rise as he alternately sucked and licked at her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clit.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī now licked up My Uncut Hindu Shaft  until Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

After Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had kissed around my helmet, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī opened her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and slowly took my Uncut Hindu Lund  into it.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could tell my appreciation of this, because my kissing on her nipple suddenly took on a new intensity.

This extra feeling was sufficient to trigger her ever first orgasm into full bloom.

Almost as if her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body knew that this was but the first of many, this orgasm was relatively gentle.

It started as heightened feelings in her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, tits and mouth and when we drew together deep in her gut, her whole body shook.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had regained her equilibrium, we changed places with me  now between her smooth splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs and Shankar Mahāpralayankar  between her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

I had a different technique to Shankar Mahāpralayankar and spent much time kissing at her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that I had parted by taking her inner labia in thumb and finger of each hand and pulled apart almost to the point of discomfort.

With her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt wide open Shankar Mahāpralayankar had buried his face in it and pushed his tongue deeper still into her love canal as though he was trying to fuck Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  with it.

Once his tongue was as deep as possible, he would remove it slowly and then lick all the way to her love button, which he would suckle on for a short time before returning his tongue deep inside her.

This had brought on her second climax of the night, even much stronger than the first.

When her climax subsided, Shankar Mahāpralayankar  removed his face from her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I, now moving up the bed, positioned the head of my now raging hard-on against the lips of her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī stopped sucking on Shankar Mahāpralayankar and let out a small gasp around his Uncut Hindu Shaft as I  began to apply pressure to the opening of her love canal and my  Uncut Hindu Lund  slipped smoothly into her extremely beautiful splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had momentarily stopped his suckling on her nipple and must have been watching as I penetrated Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, because Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a spasm pass through his Uncut Hindu Cock at the moment of my powerful ashvinātam entry.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and I somehow rolled us all around until we had positioned Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī so that Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was squatting above me and Shankar Mahāpralayankar was kneeling in front of her.

We achieved this without once allowing My Uncut Hindu Cock to slip from her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy or Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock to leave her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

It was not new to us.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and I together had fucked so many Musalmān Beauties right from our childhood.

We were habitual of it now.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar used to tell everyone that I was his role model in almost everything.

The only exception was his games with the law of the land that I disapproved very much.

As the pressure of My hands on her shoulders compelled Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  to lie on me, Shankar Mahāpralayankar  slipped his tool from her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī then felt Shankar Mahāpralayankar kissing her back and moving his lips closer to her legs.

When he reached her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass, Shankar Mahāpralayankar  kissed Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī there and began to lick around her sphincter, eventually forcing a finger inside.

When, shortly after, he withdrew his finger and mouth from there they were replaced by a new pressure on her nub.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew that this was no finger, but his Uncut Hindu Cock.

As I became aware of what Shankar Mahāpralayankar intended, I stopped my movement and remained still, my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deep inside her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Twat.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar slowly increased the pressure on her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass until Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel her sphincter stretching and the head of his Uncut Hindu Penis  passed through that narrow opening.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar  began slowly to pump in and out of her and when I felt this, I smiled and resumed pumping in her other marvellous tantalizing Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān orifice.

Although Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s initial penetration of her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass was mildly painful, any discomfort was immediately replaced by the awesome feeling of those two Uncut Hindu Cocks pleasuring Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī from both sides.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had tried anal sex before, but Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always preferred entry in the front.

The feeling of Shankar Mahāpralayankar  pumping slowly in and out of her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass while I  did the same to her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  sent Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  over the top yet again.

This was the strongest orgasm Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had had all night, the force of it was so strong and her bucking and gyrating so physical that we Hindus had to stop our pumping actions and hold ourselves inside Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as best as we could.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī began to come down from the top of this incredible climax and acquired some control over her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body, we began to fuck her in earnest.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could now feel Shankar Mahāpralayankar  driving his Hindu tool into her Musalmān bowels with his balls slapping her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks at the top of each thrust, while Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel my every ridged Hindu vein as I  was slamming my fat Hindu tool deepest into her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with each push of my loins.

When our motions coincided, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel both Uncut Hindu Cock heads driving together through the thin tissues separating her twin fabulous subtle Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān holes.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock swell and stiffen as his Hindu climax neared and then with a final deep push Shankar Mahāpralayankar  came inside her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.

His hot Hindu juices were bathing her Musalmān bowels.

This triggered me too and I too lunged further into her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and emptied ball sac in Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

I pumped and pumped an incredible amount of my white hot Hindu semen deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb until I too finally stopped moving and just lay under Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  recovering my breath.

All too soon, our Uncut Hindu Cocks hardened again and entered deepest once again with more Hindutv.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel our Hindu juices now leaking from both of her recently violated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān orifices as her orgasm finally subsided.

With the sure knowledge that we were to fuck her again once more, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gathered up our Hindu male bodies and returned to her own violent eager and blissful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān responses.***

Sidrah Aħmad layback on her bed fingering her cum soaked Sunni Musalmān Choot  as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb mounted the Uncut Hindu Lund of one of the Hindus they picked up at the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.

The Musalmān girls had been at the end of year presentations and they had brought home four of the lucky Hindu players for a private party.

Sidrah Aħmad had already fucked three of the Hindus and they had all shot their Hindu loads into her tight Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now had her back to the Hindu she was riding and her nicely hairy Sunni Musalmān Choot was soaked in her Sunni Musalmān Choot juice.

The other three Hindus were sitting on the lounge and only one of them had a revived Uncut Hindu Lund.

The other two needed rest somewhat.

The Sunni Musalmān cuties were even sexier than they both had thought.

Eīshāno Vishvvédasah, how Durgesh rules on these extraordinary sexy and horniest Musalmān Beauties.

Sidrah Aħmad beckoned Vikram over to her.

He stood and walked over.

“Fuck Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s mouth” Sidrah Aħmad  said to him.

Vikram went over to the other side of the bed and slipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s extremely beautiful waiting Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad crawled over to the Uncut Hindu Lund that was pounding into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot and she began licking at his balls.

Sidrah Aħmad  pulled the Uncut Hindu Lund out and sucked it down her throat.

Pratāp smiled at Sidrah Aħmad,

“Thank you Sidrah darling.”

“My pleasure, Pratāp.” Sidrah Aħmad laughed playing with Pratāp’s Uncut Hindu Lund, “Only never try to dominate us Musalmān Beauties. Enjoy us and let us enjoy yourself. We are not husband and wife. Remember?”

She put Pratāp’s Uncut Hindu Lund  back into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot and then began sucking on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s clit.

This of course sent Al Fātimah Al Wahāb crazy and a huge orgasm racked her tiny petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   Wahābī Musalmān body.

Sidrah Aħmad grabbed the Uncut Hindu Lund that had fallen out of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and began sucking it again.

Pratāp was too happy to say anything.

Yes, he loved Sidrah Aħmad very much.

But he knew now Sidrah Aħmad was lady Durgesh actually.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was not as horny as Sidrah Aħmad was but they had the mutual difference of nineteen and twenty only.

Sidrah Aħmad was the twenty and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was the nineteen.

Sidrah Aħmad  could sense that Pratāp was going to explode so she aimed the Uncut Hindu Lund at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān snatch and gave it a few pumps.

Sure enough, it exploded.

Great loads of creamy Hindu cum sprayed up onto Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s stomach and dribbled onto her pierced belly button.

Ramesh Brahmdév in her Sunni Musalmān mouth pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out, sprayed another load onto her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face and down onto her boobs.

Sidrah Aħmad began licking at the Hindu cum that lay on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s well fucked by Hindus Sunni Musalmān torso.

“I hope you Hindus  have had enough for tonight,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she slid of the Hindu  below her. “We need to get some sleep.”

The Hindus  all got up.

They  began to get dressed and the two Sunni Musalmān girls just lay there playing with the Hindu cum that was drying on their Sunni Musalmān bodies.

The Musalmān girls could have been mistaken for sisters they were so alike.

They were both very slim and petite with nicely formed Sunni Musalmān tits.

They both had pierced belly buttons and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had a tattoo on her right buttock.

Brunettes both of them, however Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s hair was shoulder length whilst Sidrah Aħmad’s was down below her shoulder blade.

Neither of them shaved or waxed their Sunni Musalmān pussies nowadays for a change.

They enjoyed doing a bit of muff diving when the Hindus  were scarce.

It was rare, of course.

At 28 years of age, the Sunni Musalmān girls had already had a wealth of experience behind them.

“What time will we head off in the morning?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked

“Oh about 10, I reckon,” Sidrah Aħmad answered.

The girls were travelling from Albury in the South of New South Wales up to Sydney for a 21st party at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’ s younger brothers.

“We should get there at about 5.”

They both crashed out on the bed not bothering to have a shower.***

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb awoke to find Sidrah Aħmad was in the shower having a quick tub.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb threw the sheet off and slowly spread her legs wide apart opening her Sunni Musalmān Choot to the air.

She ran her hands down the side of her body until they reached her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

She slowly began to rub her sticky Sunni Musalmān fanny as she recalled the previous night’s events.

The juices began to flow as she rubbed her Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Sidrah Aħmad  came out of the shower with her hair wrapped in a towel and her dressing gown on.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, girl, stop rubbing that and get dressed” she laughed.

“Oh Sidrah Aħmad you know how horny I get after I’ve had my period.”

“You had your period two weeks ago Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.”

“I know and I’m still horny,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she stuck a few fingers into her Sunni Musalmān Choot, “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Why Durgesh is not in fucking me as much as the Hindu scoundrel is interested in fucking another horny Musalmān Beauties?”

“Just get dressed,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she threw her a small singlet top mini dress, “Save yourself for tonight. We don’t actually belong to the sophisticated class, the other sophisticated Musalmān Beauties belong to who make and keep with their constant nonstop efforts  Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund always throbbing for them.”

“Well, what do we lack actually in your bright opinion?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled provocatively.

“You know yourself.” Sidrah Aħmad laughed, “We are Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān playgirls. We love every Uncut Hindu Lund inside our secret Musalmān holes. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties exclusively devoted to him or at least mostly devoted to him.”

“Well, he doesn’t hate us too. He fucks us too whenever we request him to fuck us.”

“That’s right.” Sidrah Aħmad smiled suggestively.

“What do you mean?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was suddenly all-alert.

Durgesh doesn’t hate us too. He fucks us too whenever we request him to fuck us.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb begrudgingly threw the dress over her head and gathered a few essentials into a small bag.

“Do you think we will need this?” she said as she picked up her vibrator.

“We won’t need it tonight but the way you are acting you may need it on the trip,” Sidrah Aħmad answered with a chuckle.

“I’ll take it then,”

The Sunni Musalmān girls locked up the house and managed to get on the road just after 9.30.

The old Corolla had seen better days and the air conditioning was knackered.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had deliberately left her knickers off so that she could entertain herself as she cruised the Hume Highway.

Sidrah Aħmad was the first to take command of the wheel and she was keen to get to the party.

She had met a few of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s brothers’ Hindu friends before.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was lying back in the passenger seat looking bored even after only 20 minutes in the car.

Jokingly she said, “Are we there yet?”

“Fuck off,” replied Sidrah Aħmad.

“Do we need fuel?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked.

“Yeah we’ll get some at Cu cairn.”

The car bounced along the highway and as soon as they spotted the Caltex Truck stop, they pulled in.

As Sidrah Aħmad prepared to fill up the tank, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb noticed two Hindus with Om lockets in their necks and towels etc. going into the men’s shower/ toilet block.

“You fill up, Sidrah Aħmad. I’m going to have a piss.”

“Ok,” said Sidrah Aħmad oblivious to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s real intentions.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb threw on her sandals and almost broke into a trot as she headed for the amenities block.

“I never did have a shower this morning,” she said as she wandered into the shower area.

She went around the door and stood in front of not two but three Hindus  who were all standing about in various levels of nakedness.

One Hindu was naked and in the shower, the other two were down to their undies.

“Sorry love, wrong room,” one of them smiled at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“I don’t think so,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb winked at him as she quickly pulled the dress off.

“Ohh fuck,” said the trucker with the tattoos.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stood before them naked and with a determined walk; she opened the door to the shower cubicle where a young Hindu, of about 28 himself, was showering.

He had soap in his eyes and when he felt Al Fātimah Al Wahāb grab his Uncut Hindu Lund and press herself against him he nearly fucked her.

“What the fuck….” he smiled.

“Shoosh,” said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb as she dropped down and took his Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Holy fuck.” Mohan Dévésh laughed, enjoying the unexpected yet utmost pleasant surprise, sucking by an extremely beautiful young Musalmān lady.

The other two truckies were now naked and firmed up as Nārāyañ Kr’shñ, the older rougher one, grabbed Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and spun her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head around.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund and forced it into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s gracious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān  mouth.

“Suck it you little Musalmān tart,”

“With pleasure, this sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān tart is only for Hindus.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled looking Nārāyañ Kr’shñ in the eye.

“Midterm 2012 Campaign to win Hindus in the favor of you Musalmān Beauties?”

“Midterm 2012 Campaign to win Hindus in the favor of us Musalmān Beauties. No Vote Bank politics will succeed now ever. Let the dirty anti Hindus go to hell now and rot there forever.”

“Hey, Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo, you are really great. Let’s fuck.” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ laughed.

“Why else do you think I’ve come here, your idiosyncrasy?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb winked at Nārāyañ Kr’shñ.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ laughed out of sheer sexual anticipations.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  took Nārāyañ Kr’shñ’s Uncut Hindu Lund, licked around the head, and then slid it down her Wahābī Musalmān throat.

She could taste his Hindu precum already and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  knew from experience that sometimes the most aggressive Hindu lovers always came early.

Not everyone is Durgesh, she sighed.

The brunette decided to show him up, she greased his Hindu pole with her oral Musalmān saliva  and wanked on it furiously.

“Wanna cum into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  said looking at Nārāyañ Kr’shñ “Cum into my pretty Wahābī Musalmān mouth,”

When she moved her hand down to rub her Sunni Musalmān Clit it was the last straw for him and Nārāyañ Kr’shñ let loose a huge stream of his Hindu cum into her extremely lovely Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Large Hindu globs hit her Musalmān throat and ran into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Hindu Cum shot into the air and landed in her open welcoming Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

It rained into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and she was gaged in by the stinging Hindu semen.

“Ohh fuck yes you little Musalmān slut.” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ said almost collapsing.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  rubbed his Uncut Hindu Lund on her face and sucked the Hindu cum out of it.

The other two Hindus were waiting nearby but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb needed to wash the cum first.

She stood up, entered the shower stream, and doused her face in the water.

The warm water washed the sting away and she gave herself a quick wash before proceeding.

As she washed her Sunni Musalmān Choot,  she looked at the two remaining Hindus.

“I need something to fill this little hole,” she said “Lie down,”

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ had picked up his mobile phone and was calling someone when Pramod Tantresh lay down on a few towels on the floor.

Nude Al Fātimah Al Wahāb squatted over nude Pramod Tantresh and dropped down onto his Uncut Hindu Lund.

She leant forward and pulled the other truckies Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Meanwhile Sidrah Aħmad had filled the car and was inside the service station buying some lollies and chips etc. for the trip.

The attendant behind the counter was very cute.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  glanced quickly around the restaurant and noticed only one other truckie over by the coffee machine.

He was also young and muscly.

The attendant was about to serve Sidrah Aħmad when the phone rang.

He apologized to Sidrah Aħmad and picked up the phone.

“Hello Cu cairn Roadhouse Narottam Chauhān speaking.”

“G’ day Nārāyañ Kr’shñ. ”

“Who’s in the shower?”

When Sidrah Aħmad heard shower her ears pricked up.

“Sorry she’s what,” he said turning away from Sidrah Aħmad.

“I’ll lock up and be right over,” he said hanging up. “That is 34 dollars. Thanks luv,”

He took the money and gave Sidrah Aħmad her change.

He called out across the restaurant to the other truckie.

“Hey Gajānan Yogvipr, come with me, we need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

Narottam Chauhān snuck over to him but was still in the earshot of Sidrah Aħmad.

“We have a goer in the shower block.”

“Fair Dinkum?”

“Yep, let’s go.”

“Excuse me ma’am,” Narottam Chauhān said, “We have to lock up,”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

The two Hindus looked at each other and chuckled.

“We umm have a situation in the shower blocks which needs our urgent attention.” Narottam Chauhān said as he ushered her out the door.

Sidrah Aħmad watched them break into a trot as they jetted towards the showers.

Once she noticed that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was not back in the car her suspicions were confirmed.

She took a deep breath and headed towards the shower block.

There was no way that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was going to have all the fun.

Chapter 13

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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


The Extent:15

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah

 Ålī Al Wahāb  saw doctors
and shrinks when Ålī Al Wahāb was younger.

The doctors told him there was nothing physically wrong.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew it.

The shrinks pondered, thought, and asked more questions.

One shrink even stated that it was likely Ålī Al Wahāb was suppressing homosexual feelings.

This Ålī Al Wahāb knew was possible, but not really the problem: As an adolescent, nothing got his cum boiling quicker than jacking off to a nice Musalmān blonde with her legs spread across the centre pages of Playboy.

Although Ålī Al Wahāb was not averse to seeing pictures of Uncut Hindu Cocks, and certainly was doing a thorough exploration of his own, Ålī Al Wahāb still preferred a nice Musalmān pussy!

The problem was, Ålī Al Wahāb realized as Ålī Al Wahāb passed through his teenage years, that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted women to dominate him.

Well, he was not alone.

Most of his Musalmān friends were similar.

But they never accepted the truth.

It was almost a relief when Ålī Al Wahāb finally discovered that this was what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted.

It meant that Ålī Al Wahāb no longer had to worry about what his problem was.

Now all Ålī Al Wahāb had to worry about was how to fulfill it!

His first couples of sexual experiences were far from memorable.

At high school, Ålī Al Wahāb was a slightly built lad; not keen on sports and stood only 5’7″ tall, but facially Ålī Al Wahāb was good looking and he had been told Ålī Al Wahāb had a good personality.

Ålī Al Wahāb was painfully shy and it seemed inevitable that the girl would have to make the first advance towards him.

Fātimah was the first.

She let him feel her small tits under her white school blouse and squealed in his ear as her tight pussy swallowed two of his fingers while they were parked one night in her Dad’s car.

But as soon as her fingers wrapped around his swollen shaft to return the favor – his passion died!

It was the main problem with Ålī Al Wahāb.

Well, not only with Ålī Al Wahāb.

But, it was no comfort.

At least he had the problem.

He was one of those most of the Årab Musalmān Sheikħs who were almost always dominant when it was any other problem than sex.

But almost always submissive when it came to sex.

So many royal authorized and unauthorized researches were made.

Some were open; some were even confidential, yet funded by the royal government itself, clandestinely.

Yet, no solution could be found that was actually effective.

It was a perplexity that most of the Årab Musalmān Sheikħs, and in fact most of the aggressive Musalmīn actually themselves wanted to be cuckolded in their own bedrooms and homes.

When what happened with Fātimah, the same thing happened with Laylah bint Masåūd and Umamah bint Zaynab, Ålī Al Wahāb knew that if Ålī Al Wahāb carried on like this, Ålī Al Wahāb would get the sort of reputation that a growing lad doesn’t need.

What he didn’t know was that the Årab World had female domination almost always before Ħuzūrs.

Even in the period of Ħuzūrs it could not be abolished absolutely.

It was only under process then.

Even Ħuzūrs had to serve his wife, Kħadījah Al Kubrah before their marriage.

He was her business manager.

Moreover, the Counter Revolution was also the success of Female Domination in entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.

It was prevalent in Musalmīn.

He and his other similar friends were suffering from it.

They could not fight the mighty time cycle of female domination and cuckolding in Årab World and Ummat-e-Muslimah.

It was infinite in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space.

It wasn’t until about a year later that all the pieces finally fell into place.

One of the lads at school got hold of a porn film and invited some of them back to his house to watch it during the lunch break.

His parents were at work and his older sister would not be home for at least another two hours, he assured them.

They all grabbed cokes and snacks and planked themselves on the couch as Ůmar Fārūq fed the tape into the machine.

From the very first scene, Ålī Al Wahāb was hooked.

A young Musalmān, blindfolded and handcuffed was being forced to eat a Musalmān Beauty‘s pussy.

Her legs were over his shoulders as she sat and he kneeled between her thighs.

She wore long spiked heels and drummed them on her “slave’s” back as his tongue lapped and laved her towards a crashing orgasm.

As the film continued in the same vein, scene after scene, the other Musalmān lads in the room became restless and bored.

It seemed it was only Ålī Al Wahāb that had to keep crossing his legs in an attempt to hide an extremely powerful erection.

They hooted and chided the Musalmīn in the film as they submitted to their Musalmān mistress’ demands.

They laughed derisively as one after another, the Musalmīn  were used as objects for the Musalmān Beauties’ amusement and comfort.

All through class that afternoon, Ålī Al Wahāb kept seeing the images from the film in his mind’s eye.

Ålī Al Wahāb was like a walking penis.

His erection was bursting through his pants and the first thing that Ålī Al Wahāb did after sprinting all the way home, was to dive into his bedroom, lock the door and jerk himself off as fast as possible.

Ålī Al Wahāb came and came that afternoon, his cum shooting from the end of his young cock in huge, never-ending spurts that splashed his school clothes and bedspread.

Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t care though.

Ålī Al Wahāb had found the answer to his Musalmān problems!

The years rolled onwards but his feelings stayed the same.

As the rest of the Musalmīn, his Bhogyantrānk was continuously diminishing, converting itself into Āgamānk and Bhāvānk.

Ålī Al Wahāb went to singles bars and clubs, but never approached a Musalmān Beauty himself.

He found obsessed with Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

But even then, he never dreamed to fuck her.

Ålī Al Wahāb always dreamed of eating her Musalmān Pussy and even to lick and tongue fuck her gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Night after night Ålī Al Wahāb waited at the bar alone, just hoping that a Musalmān Beauty would come up to him and take control — the very thought of it had his cock hardening instantly!

And then Ålī Al Wahāb met Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.

Better!

Ålī Al Wahāb could never dare to ask Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to dominate him.

She would make a joke of him.

Well, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah , at just over 6 feet tall, towered over Ålī Al Wahāb.

Her striking features, long legs and large, firm chest made her seem almost Amazonian.

Ålī Al Wahāb was captivated as soon as Ålī Al Wahāb saw her and when she wandered up to him and, without even asking what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted, ordered him a drink, Ålī Al Wahāb knew that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted to spend the rest of his life with Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could be proposed afterward.

They were married after two short months and have been together ever since.

In most parts of their lives, they were equal partners; except for their sex life.

This was her domain, a domain where she was in complete control.

His adoration for her body was unconditional: Ålī Al Wahāb worshiped it as if it were a Masjid of lust.

In the bedroom, she was his queen, his goddess.

Ålī Al Wahāb was alive purely for her pleasure and satisfaction and this suited them both perfectly.

Over the years, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had varied their sex lives tremendously, but being humiliated by her, had always been one of his favorites.

She had a huge appetite for sex, and Ålī Al Wahāb had lost count of the frequency of times that Ålī Al Wahāb had been forced to watch as I had sampled her ample charms in front of Ålī Al Wahāb.

For example, only last week she had Ålī Al Wahāb  kneeling, naked in the corner of their bedroom, and I fucked her for over seven days and nights nonstop.

She sucked on my Uncut Hindu Cock  and then allowed me to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and even her firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass before we were both satisfied.

When I was gone, Ålī Al Wahāb’s job, as usual, was to kneel between her thighs and lick her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clean with his tongue.

Ålī Al Wahāb found the mixture of her nectar combined with my salty Hindu male seed, completely irresistible.

When Ålī Al Wahāb had finished his task, bringing Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah to another powerful orgasm as Ålī Al Wahāb did, his sweet Musalmān wife allowed him to jerk himself off over her wonderful breasts.

Their sexual antics had been confined to this type of voyeuristic humiliation and degradation until just a few days ago.

It was a Saturday and Ålī Al Wahāb had been out shopping for a few provisions.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had packed him off with a deep loving kiss, promising Ålī Al Wahāb  a surprise on his return.

Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t know what to expect as Ålī Al Wahāb returned to their house, but Ålī Al Wahāb was certainly not prepared for the sight that greeted him.

As Ålī Al Wahāb opened the lounge door Ålī Al Wahāb found Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, dressed in her leather gear and holding a riding crop.

As Ålī Al Wahāb expected, she was not alone.

Flanking her on either side were Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his one hundred fifteen Hindu commandos were also there.

Ålī Al Wahāb was at the same time shivering inside and yet pleased also very much.

So, these were the sophisticated Hindus who played the role of the dirty, uneducated/under educated Hindus he wanted to punish Al Fātimah Al Wahāb with?

Allah Allah!

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had fooled him absolutely.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb deliberately, knowingly returned there as if thoroughly dishonored.

Actually, she enjoyed every moment of her so-called punishment.

And when returned, she laughed at him when Ålī Al Wahāb announced her departure from there.

“First you have to lick the Hindu semen of one hundred fifteen Hindus from my body, Ålī Al Wahāb. Clean it with your expert tongue as you clean the Hindu semen of Durgesh, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.”

Ålī Al Wahāb whirled at Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

But Shankar Mahāpralayankar was smiling shrewdly.

Ålī Al Wahāb looked at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Are you crazy? Haven’t you heard what I said? You have to leave. I’ve already married Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.”

“That’s all right.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said triumphantly, “Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah is my friend, Ålī Al Wahāb. I sent her to you myself. Sorry, I asked her not to tell you before.”

Ålī Al Wahāb was dumbfounded.

“What?”

“You Musalmīn depend on violence very much, Ålī Al Wahāb. Actually, violence is not the lost resort to you Musalmīn. It’s the first resort to you. Naturally, you Musalmīn could not develop your dead brain consequently. We Musalmān Beauties did it.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed derisively.

Ålī Al Wahāb lost even the color of his face.

“You dead brain Musalmīn, therefore, are no match for us Musalmān Beauties, as it comes to comparison of our wits. Only Hindus can match wits with us. We Musalmān Beauties belong to Hindus, you moron, try to understand this cold and hard immortal universal fact. You dead brain Musalmīn don’t deserve us. Just clean us after the Hindus fuck us. Go ahead. Or should I have to request Shankar Mahāpralayankar to make you follow my wishes?”

Ålī Al Wahāb put the bag of shopping down and looked at all the one hundred eighteen of us.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that his wife and I had been lovers on several occasions; Ålī Al Wahāb had watched us many times, but, until now, Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t know that my Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was absolutely not with him.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was obviously in no mood to waste time and immediately ordered Ålī Al Wahāb  into his usual, submissive kneeling position in front of her.

Ålī Al Wahāb obeyed without hesitation and lowered his eyes to the floor; a practiced action born out of respect for his wife and her Hindu lover, me.

Ålī Al Wahāb had noticed one hundred eighteen identical chairs behind us, and as Ålī Al Wahāb sank to the ground, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb took the two outside seats, while I seated myself between them.

Ålī Al Wahāb had noted that his wife was wearing a short leather mini skirt, leather boots and a black leather bodice.

His wife and I were dressed in our normal street clothes, but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s skirt was also very short.

“You may look up now!” Ålī Al Wahāb heard Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah’s commanding tones.

His head slowly came up and Ålī Al Wahāb looked directly towards us.

All one hundred eighteen were smiling; almost smirking, Ålī Al Wahāb thought.

Ålī Al Wahāb could now see the reason for the short length of the girls’ skirts.

Both Musalmān Beauties had their legs open as they sat and, without the benefit of panties, Ålī Al Wahāb was treated to an unobstructed view of two neatly trimmed Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mounds.

There was a bit of shuffling on chairs as both of the Musalmān Beauties wriggled the short skirts up to their waists and spread their legs wider while I unzipped my jeans and withdrew a large, slack Uncut Hindu Lund.

Yes, it was an Uncut Hindu Lund, not penis at all.

Something so large, so thick, and so stout cannot be called a penis.

It was definitely an Uncut Hindu Lund, Musalmān Beauties are so ravenous of.

“You may watch for a while until I tell you otherwise.,” continued Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.

Ålī Al Wahāb did not even intend to do otherwise.

He watched me drop each of my hands between the Musalmān Beauties’ outstretched legs.

I begin to stroke their wet lips with my expert Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was beginning to twitch a little and show signs of life.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  let her hand encircle my Hindu shaft while his wife, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah  cupped my Hindu balls and lovingly toyed with the heavy Hindu sac.

All one hundred eighteen were still looking and smirking at Ålī Al Wahāb  as we masturbated each other.

After a few minutes, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb were starting to moan as My Uncut Hindu Lund flashed in and out of their gaping holes and flicked over their clits.

For his part, I was now fully erect, at least ten inches, Ålī Al Wahāb guessed, and Ålī Al Wahāb could see small beads of pre-cum oozing from the slit at the tip of my engorged Uncut Hindu Cock as the Musalmān Beauties  squeezed and stroked me.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came first.

A long, low groan escaped her lips and her fingers tightened around her Hindu lover’s shaft as the orgasm began.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched her legs tremble as her feet went up on her tiptoes and her thighs spread even further.

I continued to fuck her while the climax roared through her body, and only slowed when she felt Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, on my other side begin the same process.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was more vocal and a little more animated.

Her hips bucked from the chair as if to try to get more of my Uncut Hindu Lund  inside her.

She howled loudly and her juice practically spurted from her hole, soaking my entire Uncut Hindu Lund.

“We are ready to be cleansed now!” said Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah as she and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb relaxed slightly.

It seemed obvious that this had all been planned well in advance.

Like a theatre production, we all seemed to know exactly what to do.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew what was required of him.

Ålī Al Wahāb  began to crawl on his hands and knees towards his wife’s spread legs.

Amazing, he was enjoying it too.

Why?

He didn’t know.

But the truth was that Ålī Al Wahāb was enjoying his humiliation even more than both the Musalmān Beauties were enjoying it.

However, Ålī Al Wahāb never allowed his body language to depict it.

“No! Visitors first.” Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah  said as Ålī Al Wahāb approached, swatting him with the leather riding crop.

Ålī Al Wahāb changed direction instantly.

There was no way that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted to incur the wrath of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Mistress, especially with that riding crop.

Ålī Al Wahāb was not into pain, but the thought of it sent shivers down his spine and Ålī Al Wahāb could feel certain tightness in his pants caused by a throbbing erection.

Allah, he was enjoying his humiliation once more.

Is he really crazy now?

His face came up in a line with Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s naked, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ålī Al Wahāb could smell the sweet, musky fragrance.

“Clean her! Do it now, dirty Musalmān slave!” cried Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, “don’t keep my friend waiting!”

Ålī Al Wahāb felt the humiliation of her words excite him and strengthen his erection as Ålī Al Wahāb began the pleasant task of tongue-bathing Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān snatch.

Her fingers held her labia wide open exposing the twitching button of her clitoris as his tongue swept in long, practiced stokes up and down the length of her slit.

Ålī Al Wahāb felt hands on the back of his head dragging him even closer to the gaping hole as, once again, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb shook her way to a second orgasm and Ålī Al Wahāb had to begin the cleaning process all over again.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had been watching and inspecting his work as Ålī Al Wahāb cleansed her friend.

Finally, she had seen enough and ordered Ålī Al Wahāb  to start on her.

Quickly Ålī Al Wahāb changed position and knelt in between his wife’s spread thighs.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was more used to his cleaning process, but still felt the need to grind his face into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as Ålī Al Wahāb laved over her slit.

When Ålī Al Wahāb had finished, his entire face was streaked with a combination of the two Musalmān Beauties’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān vaginal fluid.

Ålī Al Wahāb went to move back to his original position in front of all one hundred eighteen of them when his wife’s stern voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked sarcastically, “You hadn’t finished yet!”

Ålī Al Wahāb followed her eyes towards my throbbing and erect tool.

Oh no! Ålī Al Wahāb thought.

She couldn’t mean that, surely not!

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah saw his hesitation and smirked again, her lips turning upwards in a cruel twist.

She brandished the crop.

“Unless you want to feel the kiss of the leather, you will do as you have been told!”

There was nothing Ålī Al Wahāb could do.

Neither had he himself wanted to do anything else.

He had lost not only his Bhogyantrānk.

He had lost his Bhāvānk immensely as well.

No Stavan!

No Mandr.

He had converted his entire Bhogchakr into his Āgamānk and Āgamānk only, unknowingly the perfect science working behind it.

He claimed it was a nonsense and gross superstition of Hindus.

Yet he never realized, nor even cared a damn, that it was working perfectly, irrespective of whether he believed it or not.

That was the only mistake of the Musalmīn, the Christians, the Jews, the atheists and of all the rest of the non-Hindus.

They always laughed at Hindus whenever they knew of anything of ancient Hindu sciences, appropriately and duly updated and modernized now by Durgesh and his dirty sexy friends and followers.

It was as if she owned him completely now.

Whatever physical strength Ålī Al Wahāb might have, he could not win the one hundred fifteen thoroughly trained Hindu commandos of Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Ålī Al Wahāb had never before even touched another man’s Uncut Hindu Lund, but as Ålī Al Wahāb crawled nearer towards it and saw again the beads of pre-cum forming at the tip, an excited flutter began in the pit of his stomach.

He smelt manly; a musky Hindu aroma that was not unpleasant.

Ålī Al Wahāb closed his eyes, his lips parting in a submissive “O” as his head lowered slowly.

Too slowly apparently.

Suddenly strong hands were behind his head pulling him insistently downwards.

Strong, muscular, male Hindu hands.

Ålī Al Wahāb submitted, as Ålī Al Wahāb knew Ålī Al Wahāb must.

The tip of my engorged Hindu weapon speared his lips and with a jerk, slid over his tongue.

Ålī Al Wahāb gagged as it hit his throat; an involuntary action that provoked a giggle from the two Musalmān Beauties  as they watched.

As Ålī Al Wahāb began to get used to the sensation, Ålī Al Wahāb reflected back to his childhood and briefly thought about the psychiatrist who maintained that Ålī Al Wahāb was suppressing homosexual feelings — maybe he was right, Ålī Al Wahāb thought.

Why otherwise was he enjoying it too?

He was a gay actually.

He was a gay actually.

And even if so, it was okay with him.

He didn’t care even a bit.

He was not all alone.

For four or five minutes, Shankar Mahāpralayankar  used his mouth as a receptacle for my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was not as if Ålī Al Wahāb was sucking me off, I was just using his oral orifice like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy: just as a place to fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock into.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb insisted on it.

Ålī Al Wahāb could feel every bump and vein in my Hindu shaft as it ploughed his Musalmān mouth.

Ålī Al Wahāb began to enjoy the smooth texture of the Hindu head as it stroked over his Musalmān tongue and was disappointed when he suddenly stopped.

“Oh no you don’t, my little bitch!” I chided, “I got plans for my Hindu cum. You’re not going to get it in your  mouth! I have two extraordinary Musalmān Beauties here to serve me.”

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was on the floor beside me.

She whispered in his ear.

“That’s right, honey. You’re about to make the ultimate sacrifice for me and lose your cherry!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had joined her.

She spoke in his other ear.

“Don’t worry, Baby. My very good. He’s fucked me up the ass many times. You had to do this for Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, though – So you will belong to her completely. You would not be left alone however. When Durgesh fucks us two Musalmān Beauties, you would enjoy Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his one hundred fifteen Hindu commandos Al Fātimah Al Wahāb has already enjoyed, you know. Your impotent Musalmān ass is very lucky to get such experienced Uncut Hindu Lunds into it.”

Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t have much time to think.

Ålī Al Wahāb would not have argued, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah knew that, but she or Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t even give him the chance.

Both Musalmān Beauties were suddenly on top of Ålī Al Wahāb, pulling him to the centre of the room.

His jeans were quickly unbuckled, and, with his underwear, unceremoniously discarded on the floor in a heap.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that the girls were right.

This was the ultimate sacrifice and Ålī Al Wahāb did have to endure it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah held Ålī Al Wahāb  firmly in an “all fours” position on the carpet.

His cut Musalmān nūnī was hard and throbbed wildly between his legs.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah rubbed it swiftly with her hand while Al Fātimah Al Wahāb opened her top and, scooping out one of her breasts, stuck her hard, pointed left nipple into his mouth.

“Suck your Ammī’s milk, sonny.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was very hard on Musalmīn.

She never left any chance to disgrace them.

She loved Uncut Hindu Cocks exclusively.

She loved Uncut Hindu Cocks to the extent Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was obsessed with them, as Sidrah Aħmad was.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was one more Sidrah Aħmad.

And in fact, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs and Ashvinātam Gangbang Clubs had so many Sidrah Aħmads and Al Fātimah Al Wahābs.

The Ummat-e-Muslimah, as a whole even, could never fight with these Sidrah Aħmads and Al Fātimah Al Wahābs.

Their ever-irritating Panjvaqtah Namāz was so disgracing that even the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah had absolutely surrendered to them for a very long time.

Since the days of Yazīd malåūn even.

And perhaps even before that.

How could anyone stop anyone from performing salwāt five times a day?

Ålī Al Wahāb sucked on the stiff bud while his wife milked his cut Musalmān nūnī like a cow.

Ålī Al Wahāb could feel the tension rising in his loins and knew that Ålī Al Wahāb would cum sooner rather than later.

Ålī Al Wahāb felt a dildo cold with lubricant, enter his exposed back passage.

His cut Musalmān nūnī spasmed.

His balls contracted and a stream of thick white semen spilled onto the pile of the carpet beneath him.

As his climax subsided, Ålī Al Wahāb felt a second dildo join the first.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

The dildos twisted and turned opening him, widening him for what Ålī Al Wahāb knew was about to happen.

Then Ålī Al Wahāb felt it.

The dildos from his ass withdrew and, for a brief second, Ålī Al Wahāb felt only emptiness.

But only for a second.

The next moment his whole world turned into a blinding white light that seemed to centre in his ass.

The pain was excruciating but at the same time exquisite and lasted for only a few seconds.

Ålī Al Wahāb felt his anal passage widen as it accepted the invading presence of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s large Uncut Hindu weapon with full force.

The dildos were used actually to make space for it.

The lubricant felt good but a little cold as Shankar Mahāpralayankar grunted behind Ålī Al Wahāb  and thrust deeper.

Another stab of pain, but this time it vanished quickly and was replaced by a warm glowing sensation as Shankar Mahāpralayankar  began to fuck Ålī Al Wahāb  with long, slow Hindu strokes.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah were still at his head.

Now they both were topless.

And they were even whispering words of encouragement to him while they pressed their tits against his face.

“Oh, honey,” cooed his wife, “Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good, doesn’t it? I know. That big Uncut Hindu Dick  had been up Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass on many an occasion!”

“She is right!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb joined in “And when Shankar Mahāpralayankar cums, you’re gonna feel all that juice go right up inside you…..mmm….that’s good baby…..suck on his nipple….ooohhhh yes…bite it a little…mmmmm lovely!”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar continued to shaft Ålī Al Wahāb’s Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān  butt for nearly one hour.

The pain had all but gone and, to be honest, Ålī Al Wahāb was completely enjoying himself.

Now, it was confirmed thus, that Ålī Al Wahāb and all his three Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn friends were gays actually.

They wanted it themselves.

They loved it themselves very much.

Yes, their wives were doing it to them to disgrace them, to punish them and to revenge them.

But none of them was really feeling disgraced.

On the contrary, they were enjoying it, even grateful and indebted to their Musalmān wives.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had somewhat bigger tits than his wife did.

The nipples were small yet stiff.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that they must had been incredibly sensitive, because she orgasmed again as Ålī Al Wahāb bit down on them gently.

Just as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s body shook, so Ålī Al Wahāb could feel Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock swell inside Ålī Al Wahāb .

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that this was it – Shankar Mahāpralayankar was going to cum in his Musalmān ass!

The head of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock expanded again and stretched Ålī Al Wahāb .

Shankar Mahāpralayankar gasped.

Ålī Al Wahāb gasped.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar grunted again.

Ålī Al Wahāb did likewise as Ålī Al Wahāb felt the first jet of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu semen coat his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān insides.

Two, three more spurts,

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

Endless?

And Shankar Mahāpralayankar  wrenched his mighty Hindu shaft from Ålī Al Wahāb’s  dilated Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hole after leaving the rest of his Hindu seed into his Musalmān ass.

The thick, white Hindu liquid pooling at the base of his spine and almost scorching his skin with its heat.

Yet, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was not the only one.

There were one hundred fifteen more.

Ålī Al Wahāb forgot he was also a male once.

He was only a gay now.

He enjoyed every Uncut Hindu Lund in his gay Musalmān gānđ.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I am now a regular feature of their sex lives, as they are of ours.

Ålī Al Wahāb  now maintains that he has homosexual tendencies and that any Hindu  man that is interested in fucking him is always welcome, if he has approval of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

Or on request of Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife?!

Mistress, actually.

And she requests Al Fātimah Al Wahāb that quite regularly!

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah makes Ålī Al Wahāb  wear a wide butt plug a lot of the time so that Ålī Al Wahāb will widen and become more comfortable for Uncut Hindu Lunds.

Now that Ålī Al Wahāb was used to the feeling, Ålī Al Wahāb had to say that it is not at all unpleasant.

Instead, it’s very pleasant.

Ålī Al Wahāb now maintains his life may be degrading, but it is definitely perfect and more enjoyable even than it was before!

Chapter 16

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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


The Extent:6

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Al Jihād fil Hindavūn fī sabīlillāh

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled.

“We are not BLASPHEMOUS.”

“The hell we are not.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled, “you know very well we are blasphemous.”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid was already prepared for it.

She was not a nymphomaniac.

She had very limited male friendship she had allowed to develop to the ultimate intimacy.

Yet, Sidrah Aħmad was her friend.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was her friend.

Yes, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī has now controlled herself surprisingly and now she is a strictly One Man Woman.

But Sidrah Aħmad is still a nymphomaniac mastermind.

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid understands Sidrah Aħmad.

It’s easy for her therefore to understand Al Fātimah Al Wahāb too.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb,” Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled patronizingly, “I helped you because you are a registered member of our Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

“I understand.”

“Our club has great Sidrah Aħmad now as our new president.”

“What?”

“You were invited to vote, but you didn’t come.”

“Didn’t? I couldn’t come.”

“You could have tolerated Ålī Al Wahāb for one day more.”

“How? Ålī Al Wahāb had already given Shankar Mahāpralayankar one hundred million dollars for humiliating me.”

“And you were so eager to enjoy your humiliations that even when Shankar Mahāpralayankar proposed it can be postponed for next day, you said Ålī Al Wahāb would be suspicious.”

“You don’t understand Ålī Al Wahāb.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said sternly, “He is my husband now for five years plus. I know him more than anyone else.”

“Your presence was very much needed yesterday, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.”Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid said curtly, “You knew very well, the meeting was not only for election of our new president. It was for as well as—”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb interrupted Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar managed successfully not to come forward as our new President?”

“He himself voted for Sidrah Aħmad.”Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled.

“He fooled all of you idiots.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb flared.

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid looked at her astonished.

“Control yourself Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. Watch your language. You are insulting more than millions of internationally, globally, honorable lady members of our Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

“Because we deserve it.”

“Nonsense.”

“Whenever it comes to come forward for our nymphomaniac sexual relations with Hindus, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club never defends us.”

“Enough.”

“Even you can’t bear the truth, Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid. Because you are not a nymphomaniac. You don’t know what we nymphomaniacs suffer from, when our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts are ravenous, and there isn’t any Uncut Hindu Cock available for us respectfully. Whoever available they humiliate us.”

“That’s why this club is established globally. You can get your very much required Uncut Hindu Cock here legally.”

“Nevertheless, why not Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Why Sidrah Aħmad?”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was still furious.

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid watched Al Fātimah Al Wahāb scrutinizing her carefully.

“You think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more beneficial to you than Sidrah Aħmad?”

“Well?”

Sidrah Aħmad is a Nymphomaniac Mastermind. She understands the problems of you Panjvaqtah Namāzī nymphomaniac Musalmān Beauties more than even Durgesh can.”

“Ha ha ha.”

“I’m quite serious, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. I’m not joking.”

“No one else in the infinite åālmīn, infinite creations, loves us Musalmān Beauties more than Durgesh.”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid was dumbfounded.

“You—you are crazy.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed ironically.

Durgesh respects us Nymphomaniac Musalmān Beauties even. He says we are not basically responsible for what we do.”

“And Sidrah Aħmad? She says something adverse to it?”

“Well, no. But—”

Durgesh declined our proposal to preside us.”

“He wants to bring the other eligible ones ahead.”

“He said if the name of the club can be changed into a sophisticated one such as Ashvinātam Club—”

“Nonsense! The hell with his proposal.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stamped her feet, “Sophisticated one? Why is Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club not sophisticated?”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled teasing Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Well, your Durgesh thinks the name is obscene.”

“The hell it is. Why? When we Musalmān Beauties don’t think it obscene why the hell he is trying to be so hypocrite?”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid kept smiling teasing her.

“Ask your Durgesh.”

“Sure. What do you think? Am I afraid of him?”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid remembered:

She slowly closed the door behind her, took a few steps toward the edge of the table, and glared at everyone sitting around it.

Everyone knew it was not a glare actually.

She belonged actually to the ancient Fātimiyah Clan.

One of Al Fātimiyyūn.

Al Fātimiyyūn established the Tunisian city of Mahdia and made it their capital city, before conquering Egypt and building the city of Cairo in 969, which thereafter became their capital.

The 4th century AH /10th century CE has been called by Louis Massignon ‘the Ismaili century in the history of Islam’.[1]

The term Fatimite was sometimes used to refer to the citizens of this caliphate, this Kħilāfat.

The ruling elite of the state belonged to the Ismaili branch of Shi’ism.

The leaders of the dynasty were also Shia Ismaili Imams, hence, they had a religious significance to Ismaili Muslims.

They were also part of the chain of holders of the office of Caliph, as recognized by some Muslims.

Everyone of them was studying whatever they could, not only from Wikipedia but also from other sources as well.

They hadn’t forgotten Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid rebuked them when one of them asked her how she is a Wahābī if she is a Fātimiyah.

“Do you want to rule the globe?”

“Of course we do, Zia al Islam, but—”

“It can’t be done without the participation of Hindus with us. The Hindus are #1 now in software and web mechanics.”

“But—”

“Your foolish and selfish leaders have cheated you always.”

Zia al Islam.”

“They always opposed modern education, NOT because it was against Islam. It was against their own vested selfish interests.”

Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabīr had promised to visit us, but—”

“She will.”Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid said gravely, “As soon as she finds it’s appropriate to leave Dawlat al Kuwayt, she will. However I’ve already told you this movement is not led actually by Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabīr. It’s roots are in Makkah Mukarramah.”

“Who is our Imām actually?” Al Åābidah Al Ħusayn Al Ålī asked gravely.

Her age was thirty two.

She was married to a royal Sheikħ.

He was a doctor.

It was unfortunate for him that he did not know his wife was a registered and one of the leading members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

The new mission of the club was ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband.’

Yet it was not the registered name of the movement itself.

The registered name for it was:

Al Jihād fil Hindavūn fī sabīlillāh.’

What a dangerous movement it was.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Even Yazīd malåūn would have never thought perhaps his Counter Revolution Against Islam could lead to it ever.

Yet it was a natural result of what he did.

Abū Sufyān was really a Musalmān or a munāfiq, it was always disputed in Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Even the Islam and Īmān of Ħazrat Muåāwiyah was disputed.

Yazīd malåūn could never do anything if the malåūn was never supported by Ħazrat Muåāwiyah.

Ħazrat Muåāwiyah was actually Dhr’trāshŧr of Islam.

Yazīd malåūn was Duryodhan.

The tragedy was that there was no Lord Kr’shñ to protect the Ummat-e-Muslimah from these Dhr’trāshŧr and Duryodhan of Islam.

In Mahā Bharat both Dhr’trāshŧr and Duryodhan were defeated ultimately.

But due to the vast efforts of munāfiqīn-e-Islam, these Dhr’trāshŧr and Duryodhan of Islam were not defeated.

The then Årab Burdāfaroshs succeeded in their ever dirtiest conspiracy of the entire history of humankind.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled at me.

“You did not tell me what you mean.”

“Satý Sanātan Shāshvat?”

“That’s right.”

“I know him. What a small world.”

“Not for everyone. Not for even me. It’s for you and for only the persons like you.”

“Aren’t you also one of us?”

“Hell, no. You are not only wealthier. You are more resourceful, more with brains and more with luck too.”

“Luck?”

“Of course, man.”

“Mr. Mahāpralayankar, we make our luck ourselves.”

“You can say that because you are almost always successful. I’m not so lucky.”

“Aren’t you a multi millionaire yourself?”

“Money is enough we need?”Shankar Mahāpralayankar watched me carefully.

I smiled.

“Hell, no.”

“There you are. Durgesh, I helped Al Quddūs Al Qāzī. I backed her in her research.”

“What the research was?”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.

“She was studying how the extraordinary Wahābī Musalmān Beauties of Makkah Mukarramah maintain their clandestine sexual relations with capable Hindus and cuckold even their royal Sheikħ husbands.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! No!”

“Yes!”

“I can’t believe you.”

“And I think perhaps you are the only man who can believe me hundred percent.”

“Sorry.”

Durgesh, you know more than you acknowledge.”

I looked at him gravely.

“Sorry. I try to avoid discussing the subjects I scorn.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Cuckolding anyone is not a civilized act.”

“Everyone is not civilized. There are some persons everywhere always who act civilized but actually they are not.”

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī studied it for what purpose?”

“To bring her research in the knowledge of civilized society, of course. What else?”

“The subject is dangerous.”

“That’s why it’s needed to be studied and researched.”

“The research will not help civilized society only. It’d help blackmailers too.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I haven’t come to you to learn ethics from you. I want your help.”

“Legal help?”

“Legal help.”

“I’m too busy to help the persons who are capable to manage without me.”

“I’m not.”

“What about Al Quddūs Al Qāzī?”

“I backed her and organized Al Quddūs Al Qāzī Shankar Mahāpralayankar publications. Her research was broadly published under the banner in books, magazines, articles, stories, novels, every form of media. I was a silent partner in the company. Business was showing a fine profit when I was needed here at Jabalpur.”

“I see.”

“I had to leave everything in the hands of Al Quddūs Al Qāzī to come to here. Al Quddūs Al Qāzī sent me accounts of what the business was doing. Her letters have always been cordial. Then she wrote she had something to talk over with me. She asked if she could come here for conference.”

“Why not video conference instead?”

“That’s what I asked her.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.

“She said sex between you both was not possible in video conference?” I smiled too.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.

“You understand women more than me.”

“Thanks. Then what?”

“It turned out that sex was only an excuse.”

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī wanted something else?”

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī wanted something else.”

“What?”

“Our sexual relations were not anymore clandestine. Someone else has our movies.”

“I see.”

“She could not afford them sent to her acquaintance.”

“So?”

“She is being blackmailed.”

“Who is the blackmailer?”

“No one knows. He is only a voice on phones.”

“What do you want?”

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī’s lawyer has advised her not to surrender to the blackmailer.”

“Correct. Wise decision.”

“Yet she can’t afford the consequences.”

“Where do I enter in the picture here?”

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī, and her lawyer too, both suspect it’s Saåūd royal family behind it.”

“Why?”

“The blackmailer is asking to separate her from me, not the money.”

“What does she want?”

“She wants to fake separation.”

“Brilliant idea. Do you have faith in her?”

“More than even I have in myself?”

“Then what’s the problem? Go ahead with the fake separation.”

“Thank you. But for my own satisfaction I want it to be done under your mastermind observation.”

I laughed.

“You are making me wiser even, than I am really.”

“Nonsense. Don’t try to be too polite to be believed, at least.”

“What about her lawyer’s credibility?”

“She can’t double cross us, if that’s what you mean.”

“Her lawyer is also a ‘she’?”I smiled.

“Yet she doesn’t let me put my hand on her.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar also smiled significantly.

“Your money is not wanted?”

“Look at her. Why the hell I’ve earned so much money if a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty is not interested in it.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled as if complainingly.

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī’s lawyer is a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty?”

“As soon as you look at her your Uncut Hindu Lund will salute her.”

“I see.”

“You don’t see now, my dear friend. You would see.”

“I propose a settlement that would apparently bleed you white.”

“Apparently?”

“Of course. Actually you’d still remain in possession of everything you part with according to the fake settlement.”

“It can be managed?”

“Hell, what else for have you come to me? There are millions of lawyers. Aren’t there?”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar took my hands and squeezed them in warm gratitude.

“Al Furqān Al Saåīd was right when she said only you can save us.”

“Al Furqān Al Saåīd?”

Al Quddūs Al Qāzī’s lawyer.”

I winked at him.

“I think she loves you Durgesh.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar said.

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar again laughed.

“You behave sometimes as if you are a Musalmān. I expected something from Ved from you now.”

“Well, I simply love this Āyat-e-Karīmah from Al Qur’an Al Kareem.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.

“Well, have it your own way.”

“Exactly what do you want me to do?” I looked at him rather gravely now.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had gone to a window in the meantime.

He came striding to me.

“I’m going to dump all my troubles right in your lap. Use my legal department. Use my everything. From now on your orders, to my persons, will be even superior to me. I’ve already instructed my staff accordingly. Come out to my house. Meet Al Quddūs Al Qāzī and Al Furqān Al Saåīd yourself. Solve the problem as you see fit. Then meet Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid and buy her off too.”

“When do you want to get married?”

“As soon as I can.”

“How far shall I go with Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid?”

“The optimum you have to. No restrictions from me. I have complete faith in you now. You know very well what I can afford and what I can’t.”

“Thanks. I’m honored. When do you want me at your house?”

“Tonight eight o’clock would suit you? I want a will too leaving my property in trust.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar ultimately whipped a checkbook from his pocket, signed a blank check to me to meet the concerned requirements, tore it from the checkbook and handed it to me.

“It’s the retainer. I don’t know how much will be needed when dealing with Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.”

“I understand. Okay. It’s alright.”

I handed the check to Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Keep it, Kħadījah. It’d be needed as reimbursement. I’d use my own checks till then.”

“I didn’t know you have faith in your women to the extent to hand over the blank checks to them.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar was somewhat surprised.

Kħadījah Muħammad is not only my woman, my dear friend. She is the woman who sacrificed her position to be my duly married wife, only because my father, my Pitr’shrī, loved that Saiyadah Fātimah PhD must be my duly married wife.”

“Sorry, Ma’am. I didn’t mean any offense to you.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar apologized to Kħadījah Muħammad.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled liberally.

“It’s all right. I can understand.”

With Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his party gone I strolled to the window aimlessly.

I stood there, staring meditatively, down in the street below.

Suddenly, I turned jerked open a drawer of my desk, and pulled out the binoculars.

I raised the window with my left hand, held the binoculars to my eyes, and leaned far out over the sill.

Kħadījah Muħammad calmly took a pencil, poised it over a notepad and waited.

I, my eyes glued to the binoculars, called out,

“MPJ 9869.”

Kħadījah Muħammad’s pencil wrote the number on the notepad.

I lowered the binoculars and closed the window.

“Got it, Kħadījah?”

“Of course. What’s it?”

“The license number of a Mercedes, green in color, top down, driven by a dazzling Musalmān Beauty, in a burqā, and trailing Shankar Mahāpralayankar. I couldn’t see her face, but she doubtlessly has a swell figure.”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid?”

“I don’t know. Yet, Why not? And the bad thing is Shankar Mahāpralayankar is not aware of it. How can be he so careless of her if she is really his present wife, Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid? ”

Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me bewildered.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

72. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

73. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

74. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

75. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

98.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

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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

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More 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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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 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

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

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

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

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

37. Saamved: Mantr 1

38. Sāmved: Mantr 115

39. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

41. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

43.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

48. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

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

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


The Extent:5

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

After the worst

This took place at the infamous Erotic Exotic Ball held around Halloween each year in San Francisco.

Around this time Shankar Mahāpralayankar was dating Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

More precisely, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Shankar Mahāpralayankar were having a good sexual relationship.

Both of them knew they had no intention of being together for the long haul, but they had enough in common to enjoy each other’s company.

And they were very compatible sexually and open.

This came in handy since they had several mutual friends at work, many of which Shankar Mahāpralayankar had had sexual relations with.

It was especially important as their night at the Erotic Exotic Ball unfolded.

The event planning started innocently enough at lunch in the corporate cafeteria.

Being in their mid-twenties and single their conversation easily turned to sex and dating quite frequently.

That day Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Shankar Mahāpralayankar were discussing Halloween plans and where the good parties might be when Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb let them know she usually goes to the Erotic Exotic Ball each year.

They had heard of this event, but only Al Åāyeshah Al Abū Bakr had ever gone before.

Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb surprised them with her plans since she did not appear to be someone who would relish this kind of event.

They sat back and enjoyed listening to her described the event in detail.

For her, the biggest thrill was seeing everyone else wandering around naked and the trade booths were a variety of adult products were pitched and available for demo.

They pushed her about her attire and activities but she adamantly denied she had ever worn anything revealing or tried the toys.

What she usually wore was a bikini or short shorts.

Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb did say that by the time she left she was really horny.

Al Åāyeshah Al Abū Bakr had another remembrance.

She said she only went once and was pretty trashed.

She remembers having sex with a lot of Hindus.

Al Åāyeshah Al Abū Bakr would provide no more details but the memory appeared to be a fond one for her.

Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb also confirmed that she had seen people having sex and it was fun to watch.

The plans solidified over the next week and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Shankar Mahāpralayankar went to buy the tickets.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had to be a very lucky man.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar was going to the ball with five extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Shankar Mahāpralayankar were going to meet at five p.m. at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s new apartment in San Francisco.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had not forgotten however what her husband Ålī Al Wahāb had done to her.

She already planned to punish Ålī Al Wahāb optimum.

“I want to meet Durgesh.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had said to Shankar Mahāpralayankar gravely.

He looked at her gravely himself.

“Sure. But will you do me a favor?”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled.

“Don’t worry, Shankar darling. I’d never go against you. You told me everything. You warned me enough before what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted. It was not your fault I never believed you.”

“Well?”

“I wanted to go through it all.”

“Why?”

“I never believed Ålī Al Wahāb would be so ruthless to me. I’m not only his wife. He’s my Māmūzād Cousin too.”

“So?”

“I’d cuckold Ålī Al Wahāb for entire Hindus fucking me.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb gritted her teeth.

Fātimah!”Shankar Mahāpralayankar was startled.

Her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes were burning now with incredible fury for Ålī Al Wahāb.

“He has sold me to Hindus as a Wahābī Musalmān whore for them. Okay. Let him clean now his Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Wahābī Musalmān ass with his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue after those Hindus bestow their Hindu semen there.”

“Meaning you won’t help me in defeating my wife Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid?”Shankar Mahāpralayankar asked her gravely.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb watched Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

“Why are you husbands so cruel to your own wives, Shankar?”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar looked hurt terribly.

“You are comparing me with Ålī Al Wahāb, Fātimah?”

“Let me ask you one question, Shankar.”

With immense efforts Shankar Mahāpralayankar controlled himself.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“I’m not fucking Hindus today.”

“Oh!”

“I fucked Durgesh himself when I was eighteen only.”

“Congratulations.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar said dryly.

“Ålī Al Wahāb saw it.”

“Oh.”

“He proposed me then and there.”

“What?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar asked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb incredulously.

“You don’t believe it?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled.

“Well?”

“To tolerate Ålī Al Wahāb, and to humiliate him, I put a condition.”

“I’m listening to it.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar said curtly.

“I said, ‘I’ll marry you, Ålī Al Wahāb.’

‘Ålī Al Wahāb was immensely happy.

‘“But only on one condition. If you clean my cunt and ass with your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue.’”

“Om shanno Mitrah sham varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā.”

“Ålī Al Wahāb cleaned me.”

“What?”

“You don’t believe it?”

“No one would believe it ever. It’s a sheer nonsense.”

“It’s true.”

“Nonsense. A sheer nonsense.”

“I have its movie.”

“What?”

“Watch it yourself, you moron.”

Together, Shankar Mahāpralayankar and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb watched it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was right.

Ålī Al Wahāb cleaned her cunt and ass both with his tongue, licking my Hindu cum and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s cum too mixed in her Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Why didn’t you use it?”Startled Shankar Mahāpralayankar asked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, “Ålī Al Wahāb can’t afford this movie shown to anyone. He would have surrendered to you.”

“Ålī Al Wahāb has to surrender to me forever. I’d cuckold Ålī Al Wahāb for entire Hindus fucking me.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb blazed.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb slipped a short black, wrap-around dress over her head and pulled the belt tight.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was only wearing a tiny pair of wispy black lace panties and her thigh-high stockings under the dress.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat down next to Ålī Al Wahāb and pulled on her matching high heel shoes.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb turned to Ålī Al Wahāb and lightly kissed Ålī Al Wahāb with just her lips touched.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb never kissed Ålī Al Wahāb now full on his lips.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hated him too much to do it.

When I pointed it out Al Fātimah Al Wahāb   winked at me.

Musalmīn deserve constant nonstop humiliations.”

“I can’t ever think to be communal to that extent, Fātimah.” I said with a feeling.

“It’s not being communal at all, Durgesh darling. I differ strongly with you.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said scornfully, “You don’t know what Ålī Al Wahāb actually. Even the worst punishment, even the worst humiliations are not enough for such beasts.”

“You hate him very much.”

“I love to humiliate Ålī Al Wahāb and the persons like him. I want them cuckolded forever.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb spat out in the dustbin, “My morals are different from you. I’d already told you that. No mercy for the terrorists and anti humans.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stood up.

“I’m ready to go.”

Ålī Al Wahāb took her hand and they walked out to the car.

They drove to the restaurant, parked the car, and went in.

They had made reservations and had arrived early.

Ålī Al Wahāb was nervous somewhat.

Allah knows what the mastermind bitch had planned now.

One thing is certain.

She can’t forgive him.

And that two timing Shankar Mahāpralayankar!

He has taken a hundred million dollars from him and told everything to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

He had even given the money to her .

Hindus can’t deceive Musalmān Beauties ever.

No money can separate Hindus from horny Musalmān Beauties.

Hindus never think with brains.

They always think with their Uncut Hindu Lund.

Yes, not Prick, not Penis, not Cock, not Dick even!

Lund.

Uncut Hindu Lund.

The everfirst and ever permanent need of Hindus’ ever loyal Musalmān Beauties.

They are really made for each other.

They are really mad for each other.

Hindus and the ever horny Musalmān Beauties.

They can never deceive each other.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked at him and smiled confidently.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was enjoying it very much.

It was the thrill and satisfaction Al Fātimah Al Wahāb wanted to enjoy ever when Al Fātimah Al Wahāb consented to marry him.

The beast wanted to defeat Durgesh.

And expected Al Fātimah Al Wahāb would help him in it.

Yes, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb is a nymphomaniac.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb can’t confine herself to Durgesh only.

But how does it mean what Durgesh is doing for Musalmān Beauties is not great?

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was lucky enough to relinquish her virginity to Durgesh.

What if Al Fātimah Al Wahāb is not loyal to Durgesh sexually?

There are so many Musalmān Beauties of Durgesh who enjoy sex with Durgesh, yet not exclusively.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb is not alone.

Sidrah Aħmad is also there.

So many more are also there.

Ålī Al Wahāb ordered drinks.

As they sipped their drinks, they talked about the plans they had made for this evening.

They had called me after exchanging erotic Messages with me on an adult chat line and decided to meet me.

The idea and the mental pictures of watching Al Fātimah Al Wahāb with me intrigued Ålī Al Wahāb.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was a very sensual lover and always willing to try just about anything.

Ålī Al Wahāb had been watching the entry into the bar and spotted me looking around.

Ålī Al Wahāb slipped out of the booth and walked over to me.

We shook hands and smiled at each other, though  Ålī Al Wahāb nervously and I confidently.

“Follow me.” Ålī Al Wahāb said walking to the booth.

Ålī Al Wahāb admitted to himself that I was outright as handsome as Ålī Al Wahāb had described me to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb made Ålī Al Wahāb to do it.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched me once more.

So this is the man Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, really loves?

So what?

Almost every extraordinary Musalmān Beauty loves and dreams of Durgesh today.

Durgesh can fuck Musalmān Beauties till qayāmat, they say.

It’s this man’s only attribute.

Attribute?

Really?

Attribute or disqualification?

Yet the Musalmān Beauties of even Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s caliber are crazy to have sex with Durgesh.

Allah!

Allah!!

I was of his own height, medium, not as tall as a tree, not as small as a creature; with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched me carefully once more.

This is the man who has enjoyed the virginity of his beyond belief beautiful wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb loves this Hindu more than herself even.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb agreed to marry Ålī Al Wahāb on only one condition.

Ålī Al Wahāb had to clean her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Wahābī Musalmān ass filled with the dripping Hindu semen of Durgesh.

Humiliation to this extent?

Ålī Al Wahāb was filled with enormous rage.

But he loved Al Fātimah Al Wahāb more.

He was obsessed with her to the extent he can’t even live without Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was his only dream girl, he had dreamed of since he was born.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was his Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.

He was her Ħazrat Ålīå Amīr Al Mominīn.

I slid in to the booth next to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

Ålī Al Wahāb sat down next to her.

The waitress came over and we ordered a round of drinks.

Juice for me, of course.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb told Ålī Al Wahāb Durgesh never takes wine.

We decided to eat our Meal in the lounge and ordered.

The three of us made small talk and one could feel the sexual tension building throughout the Meal.

The waitress cleared the table as the band started playing.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb took turns dancing with each of us, clearly enjoying being the center of attention, not only for us, but also for the other ashvinātam couples in the room and on the dance floor.

During one slow dance, Ålī Al Wahāb watched us as we pulled each other’s bodies closer together.

When we walked back, I had an enormous Hindu bulge, which did not escape Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife’s eyes.

“It’s time to leave.” Ålī Al Wahāb said.

I followed them home and we walked into the house, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb leading the way.

“What’s your pleasure?” Ålī Al Wahāb asked me.

I smiled, pulled his wife suddenly without any ultimatum, hugged her and kissed full on her quivering ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

“Only your wife, my dear.”I smiled at Ålī Al Wahāb, when the utmost passionate kiss ended, “Nothing else.”

Ålī Al Wahāb was furious.

He was burning inside with tremendous jealousy and humiliation.

Yet he knew he can’t stop it ever.

Only he would lose his wife too.

No gain at all.

Only the loss.

And if he could have the courage to bear the loss why the hell had he licked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Wahābī Musalmān ass even, dripping Durgesh’s Hindu semen?

No.

He can’t survive without Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

He can’t survive without Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

He would do anything to keep her with him.

Yes!

Anything.

Anything whatsoever Al Fātimah Al Wahāb damn pleases!

They say Ålī Al Wahāb is her slave.

Not her husband.

So what?

Let them say anything whatsoever they damn please.

They don’t have to survive without Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

He has to.

Ålī Al Wahāb has to.

And he knows very well he can’t.

He can’t.

Damn him.

Damn Ålī Al Wahāb.

But he can’t.

He can’t even try.

He can’t even imagine.

What do they say?

No life without wife?

Yes.

But for him it’s not only a proverb.

It’s the absolute truth of his life.

He loves a nymphomaniac.

Ålī Al Wahāb loves a nymphomaniac.

Allah!

Allah!!

Ålī Al Wahāb is hopelessly in love with a nymphomaniac.

Why did his parents name him after Ħazrat Ålīå?

He could not keep even the honor of the name affiliated with it historically.

Ålī Al Wahāb is making his own history in love with a nymphomaniac.

As Sidrah Aħmad’s unfortunate husband is.

As so many Årab Sheikħs do.

As so many Musalmīn do.

They say the Musalmīn never love their wives.

Come and see yourselves.

If we Musalmīn don’t love our Musalmān wives really, why do we lick their Musalmān Cunts and their Musalmān ass even dripping their Hindu lover’s Hindu semen?

They say even the Emperor Humayun was made to do it.

Maryam Makani Ħamīdah Bāno Bégum punished him with it till he lived.

Ålī Al Wahāb smiled ultimately.

“Ok. Why don’t you show Durgesh the house, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?”

After mixing the drinks Ålī Al Wahāb put them on a tray and went into the bedroom.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I were standing at the foot of the bed and kissing each other.

Ålī Al Wahāb sat down on one of the chairs and picked up his drink.

Ålī Al Wahāb sipped and watched as we kissed each other, grinding our pelvic regions into each other.

Ålī Al Wahāb set his drink down, pulled off his shirt, and kicked off his shoes.

We had stepped back and I was unbuttoning my shirt while Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was sliding her dress down her shoulders.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled my shirt off revealing a tan muscular chest.

I pulled her dress down over her hips and Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, stepped out of it and her shoes.

Her sexy little panties and thigh-high stockings looked fantastic and oh so sensual.

I wet my lips and smiled.

“Nice.” I said.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb reached down and unclasped my belt.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ran her hand up and down my Hindu bulge and for the first time now, Ålī Al Wahāb heard her moan.

The zipper was loud in the room as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled it down.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb tugged my pants down and pulled each leg off while removing my shoes at the same time.

Ålī Al Wahāb stood up and removed his pants and socks.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb bent down and pulled my socks off, her beyond belief beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face inches from my Hindu crotch.

Standing up, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb turned around and I could see her erect nipples.

I moaned and reached out with my hands.

I brushed her already hard nipples with my palms and slid my fingers down each nipple, tweaking them.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb gasped and putting her hands on my waist pulled our bodies together.

I ran my hand up and down my crotch feeling my own hard Uncut Hindu Lund through the cotton material of my shorts.

Ålī Al Wahāb sipped his drink and watched as we drove our tongues deeper into each other’s mouths.

We were running our hands up and down each other backs and again grinding our groins into each other.

Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled my shorts down.

I did the same with her tiny lace panties and Ålī Al Wahāb wet his lips as I threw them to Ålī Al Wahāb.

Ålī Al Wahāb put them to his mouth, inhaling the aroma of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

It was her turn now and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb gasped aloud as my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund literally sprang into view when Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled my shorts down.

It was not new to her.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb lost her virginity to it even.

Yet Al Fātimah Al Wahāb still could not stop herself from gasping.

My legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was longer than Ålī Al Wahāb’s tiny Årab Musalmān nūnī, and it was thicker too.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled my shorts down my legs, her unblinking eyes never leaving my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

As I picked up first one foot and than the other, stepping from my underwear, my Uncut Hindu Lund swung the other way, slapping against a thigh.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb did not stand back up, but knelt in front of me.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb reached up and clasped my Uncut Hindu Lund in her right hand.

I moaned as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb slowly stoked it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moved her left hand up and touched my balls with her fingertips.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moved forward and kissed the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stuck out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue and touched the tip of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

My hips moved back and her hand slid up my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled slightly, my hips reversed, and my Uncut Hindu Lund touched her quivering eager crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund a few times and played with my balls, the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund never leaving her quivering eager crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and moved her head forward letting the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slide between her wet lips.

I moaned as more of my Uncut Hindu Lund went into her eager ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched her cheeks hollow and knew what I was feeling as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sucked on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moved her hands up to my waist and pulled on it pushing more of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her eager ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

So far, we had both been moving very slowly, but Ålī Al Wahāb knew that that would not last very long.

Ålī Al Wahāb’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān wife swallowed more of my Uncut Hindu Lund and slid her hands up my chest.

I moaned and shoved my hips forward pushing more of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her eager ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and down her throat.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled her head back and Ålī Al Wahāb watched as my wet Uncut Hindu Lund reappeared from between her quivering eager crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sucked on the first couple of inches of my Uncut Hindu Lund, her head moving back and forth.

After about a minute of sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb let my Uncut Hindu Lund fall from her eager ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stood up and kissed me, forcing her tongue between my lips.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stepped away from me and looked at Ålī Al Wahāb.

“Is this turning you on, my dear husband, Ħazrat Ålīå?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked.

Ålī Al Wahāb gritted through her teeth.

It was a sheer blasphemy.

He could not go to the extent.

He had already told that to his ever insulting wife.

Yet Al Fātimah Al Wahāb never compromised with him even in the matter.

“You have to role play Ħazrat Ålīå.”

“But why Fātimah? It’s blasphemy.”

“Never. You call me your Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza. Don’t you? If it isn’t blasphemy why is it when I call you Ħazrat Ålīå?”

Ålī Al Wahāb could not answer it.

His obsession to beyond belief beautiful Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was converting him now into a blasphemous even.

But he can’t help it.

He can’t lose Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ever.

And may it be not a blasphemy even at all.

Ålī Al Wahāb nodded and said,

“Allah, yes my Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza . You?”

“Yesss!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moved to the head of the bed and pulled the blankets down.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb crawled onto the bed and rolled over onto her back.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked at me and said,

“Fuck this Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Now.”

As Al Fātimah Al Wahāb spread her beyond belief beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān legs, I crawled between them, my Hindu hard-on in her one hand.

Ålī Al Wahāb moved to the edge of the bed for a better view.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb raised her hips and used her fingers to spread her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips apart.

I ran the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her wet snatch several times.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned and pushed her hips higher.

I found the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pushed forward.

My Uncut Hindu Lund slid in and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb gasped.

Ålī Al Wahāb stood up, pulling his shorts off and watched as my Uncut Hindu Lund disappeared into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

His Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

Allah!

Is he himself turning blasphemous now?

Durgesh fucking Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza herself?

Nonsense!

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb claims Durgesh did it actually by the way.

Nauzbillah!

Miåāzullah!

Summ Miåāzullah!

The downright blasphemous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān bitch.

Yet— yet Ålī Al Wahāb could not deny he loved her more than anyone else.

Still loved.

Loved?

Obsessed they say.

Let them.

As long as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb is his wife he doesn’t care a damn whatsoever anyone may say.

Let them all go to hell.

I started a slow fucking action, not letting my Uncut Hindu Lund go all the way in.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned and fucked me back more fiercely, her head turned towards Ålī Al Wahāb, her extremely beautiful naughty mischievous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān eyes wide.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb wet her quivering eager crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips and said, “Allah! Durgesh feels good. Even better. His long hard Uncut Hindu Lund is wonderful in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .”

I moaned and shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund in.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb shrieked as my Uncut Hindu Lund bottomed out.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb herself started to fuck me now harder and faster.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned and I knew Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was going to come.

And Al Fātimah Al Wahāb did.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb slammed her hips up and came violently on my Uncut Hindu Lund buried to the hilt into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Even I could no longer control myself and yelled,

“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I’m coming!”

And I came too.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was buried to the hilt in Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb groaned as my Hindu cum splashed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came again and gasped, sucking in air through her clenched teeth.

Then we fucked each other more and more fiercely as we came down from our sexual peaks.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb reached up, pulled my head down, and kissed me.

I kissed her back and raised my hips.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched as my slimy Hindu cum and juicy coated Uncut Hindu Lund slid from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

It was getting harder and looked like a wet brown snake.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sighed as Ålī Al Wahāb moved my body off her.

I lay down next to her on my back and closed my eyes.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb rolled over on her side looking at Ålī Al Wahāb.

“Lay down, Ålī, my dear husband. I want you to lick and suck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

Ålī Al Wahāb could not believe what he heard.

Yet he lay down on the bed and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb raised her legs, straddling Ålī Al Wahāb’s head.

I looked up.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hairs were matted with our juices.

Ålī Al Wahāb raised his head up and licked up and down her thighs, coming closer and closer to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Ålī Al Wahāb could see flecks of my Hindu cum in her pubic hairs.

He licked at her and sniffed, smelling the love juices.

Ålī Al Wahāb ran his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue up and down her equally Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit and swallowed.

He could taste her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juices intermingled with my slightly bitter and salty Hindu cum.

Ålī Al Wahāb shoved his Panjvaqtah Namāzī tongue up into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s hand had grabbed my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and she had the head of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in her mouth.

Ålī Al Wahāb moaned.

I could not believe how great I felt as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb continued to stroke my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and suck it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked over her shoulder and smiled.

I could not move because Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had pinned me to the bed.

She sucked more of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth and I moaned.

I gasped as she swallowed more of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and all of a sudden, she was beyond good!

When Al Fātimah Al Wahāb realized that I was not going to stop me, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb flipped her body around and lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again over Ålī Al Wahāb’s face.

Ålī Al Wahāb looked down between her legs and watched as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb swallowed the entire length of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

I moaned and then started breathing more heavily.

She was playing with my balls and giving me the blowjob of my life.

Ålī Al Wahāb’s Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza!

Giving the blowjob of my life to me!

To a Hindu?

Ålī Al Wahāb shrugged his head violently to get rid of the blasphemous thoughts.

Damn Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

She always talks of Durgesh fucking Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.

Allah!

Allah!

Nauzbillah!

I smiled and winked at her.

Ålī Al Wahāb’s Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza returned my wink entirely unashamed of her now.

Ålī Al Wahāb stuck his tongue up and ran it up and down Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s snatch.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned and lowered her hips sending Ålī’s tongue deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I am sucking all of your Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled naughtily.

She moaned as she started to suck on my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund steadily and play with my balls.

Ålī Al Wahāb shoved his tongue in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with renewed energy and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb groaned.

I felt her mouth stop on the way up my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

She sucked on the head of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue around the ridge of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

I gasped at the feelings and moved my head back.

Ålī Al Wahāb stuck his tongue out and rammed it into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s tight little sweet ass-hole.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb gasped and Ålī Al Wahāb tongue fucked her ass.

“Allah! Yes! Lick my ass, Ålī, my dear and darling husband, my Ħazrat Ålīå; lick your Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza’s ass! Durgesh has blasted his Gangājal, his Amr’t for you there. “Al Fātimah Al Wahāb yelled.

Ålī Al Wahāb wanted to shout:

“Stop it you ever blasphemous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān bitch. Can’t you have any orgasm without imagining yourself Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza herself and Durgesh is fucking you? You enjoy blasphemous sex only now? Do you enjoy blasphemous sex only now?”

But he knew Durgesh would punish him optimum if he said so.

All three of us moaned at the same time as the feelings started to overwhelm us.

I realized that Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, was finger-fucking herself and playing with her clit as Ålī Al Wahāb continued to tongue her ass and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  sucked on my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned and gasped and I felt her body go rigid as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came once more.

Ålī Al Wahāb moved his tongue down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and felt her fingers move with his tongue.

Ålī Al Wahāb tongued her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sending her into another orgasm.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moaned as she felt my own orgasm start to build.

I knew it was going to be a good one and my body shuddered as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sucked my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund faster.

I thrust up and moaned as the first wave of my Hindu cum spewed from my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her throat.

I came again and again, almost passing out from the sensations.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sucked my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dry of my Hindu cum and she moaned at the sensations coming from my sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund as it slowly softened in her mouth.

To her extreme surprise it again started to harden however.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moved her body from mine and I looked down at the blonde head that was sucking on my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ålī Al Wahāb was not repulsed.

I felt satisfied like never before.

He raised his head and Ålī Al Wahāb watched as my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund slid from between his wife’s lips and fell onto my belly.

He grinned and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund directly.

“Surprise?”Ålī Al Wahāb smiled, “Even I couldn’t resist your handsome hard Uncut Hindu Lund.” he said, “How can I blame my wife now?”

“Thank you very much my dear friend.” I thanked him truthfully.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

She lowered her head between my legs and licked my balls.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ran her tongue back up between my balls and licked the length of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

Finally she kissed the head of my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and rolled over onto her back.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb lay down beside me and kissed me.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb moved her hand down and ran her fingers up and down my legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and balls.

“Felt good, huh?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked.

I nodded and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb kissed me again.

“You have no idea what a turn-on it was, watching you suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”Ålī Al Wahāb said to his wife.

“Darling. You’ve got to pay me back. Suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund when it comes out from your Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza ’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.”

Ålī Al Wahāb instantly jumped, shocked, immediately.

“You—you mean—?”

“Yes. Why not? What’s wrong in it?”

“You mean I’ve to eat your shit out of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Your Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza’s shit, my dear Ħazrat Ålīå.”

“Shut up. How dare you? You dirty blasphemous bitch.”

“No problem. Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! My husband, my Ħazrat Ålīå wants our entire porns released on Internet. How interesting it is that he is licking and tongue fucking me after you fuck her Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and ass both.”

Ålī Al Wahāb shouted.

“You can’t do it to me.”

“If you can hire Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his Hindu bandits to disgrace and humiliate me publicly, why can’t I do it to you too? My dear Ħazrat Ålīå, your game is finished now forever. From now on you are your Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza’s personal slave. If you want to keep it secret to ourselves, please do what I tell you to do. Otherwise I haven’t any problem in letting it become public.”

Chapter 6

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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

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

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

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

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

72. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

73. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

74. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

75. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

98.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1

176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

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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

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More 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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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 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

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

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

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

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

37. Saamved: Mantr 1

38. Sāmved: Mantr 115

39. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

41. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

43.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

48. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

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

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


The Extent:4

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The Worst

Shankar Mahāpralayankar did not tell me what he did mean.

But I knew many things neither he told anyone, nor ever intended to.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was one of them.

He was using Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to counteract the efforts of Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was 43, very attractive, meticulously groomed, and wore only the very best, expensive designer clothes.

Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, was very wealthy and worked in finance.

They owned a big mansion in Double Bay with a superb water view.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb did not have to work and did whatever she wanted.

Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, was often away with work and so she would spend her days shopping, going to lunch with friends, and then more shopping intermingled with trips to the beauty salon and hairdressers.

She liked art and would often frequent the art gallery with friends buying some pieces for display in her ‘mansion’.

Price was not an issue and she bought whatever she wanted.

She was rich, attractive, and always got her way.

To some persons, her curt manner was almost rude.

But she charmed all the Hindus she met.

She loved Hindus even not less than Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.

They noticed her big Wahābī Musalmān tits before anything else.

She knew her sexuality could get her whatever she wanted.

After all, she had used it to marry her wealthy ‘older’ husband.

The old fool.

She had had a few very discreet affairs in the 5 years they had been married.

She loved everything expensive in life.

It was a Tuesday and she had her usual appointment at the hairdressers.

She drove the Mercedes up to the ‘customer parking bay’ and then made her way inside the salon.

But today there was a new person working at the saloon.

“What happened to Sanā?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked the owner, Shahnāz Ħusayn.

“She had to fly back to New Zealand because her mother is ill, so we have our new owner on the team. His name is Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is only on a working holiday from India but he is very charming and highly trained. He will be doing your hair today if that’s okay?”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked Shankar Mahāpralayankar up and down.

He was tall with smoldering good looks, broad shoulders and an incredible white smile.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb estimated he was probably in his 60s.

There was a very sexual aura about him. Devilish thoughts raced through her mind.

She loved to fantasize about illicit sex.

This man had money and position both.

She only fucked wealthy Hindus.

Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, never had the time for her, always busy with work and overseas business trips.

She was ready for another affair, but not with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar was too powerful to be managed.

She thought to herself:

“A bit of flirting and teasing won’t do any harm”.

She loved Hindus to cock-tease.

It gave her a feeling of some superiority on Hindus.

She finally answered Shahnāz Ħusayn,

“Sorry, yes Shankar Mahāpralayankar can cut my hair. That will be fine, thank you”.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had already been told that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was one of their very best wealthy customers and she was to be given every bit of attention.

She sat in the chair and introduced herself to Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

“Call me Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” he said to her in his lovely sexy Hindu accent.

He ran his fingers through her hair and began to massage her scalp.

It felt good and she sunk a little lower in the chair.

She asked him where he was staying.

He told her he had obtained an ideal apartment, on a 6-month lease, not far from the salon.

He shared the apartment with a few friends who had come to Makkah Mukarramah with him.

“Shahnāz Ħusayn tells me that you like art, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar said. “I am an artist back in India, only beginning though”.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was interested.

He continued,

“I don’t have any of my art here but I do have some photographs if you would like to see them? Perhaps we could have coffee one day and I will bring them along to show you?”

Did Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hear correctly?

Was this Hindu asking her for coffee?

They had only just met, still, he was a fascinating Hindu and she thought,

“Why not?”

“Thank you Shankar Mahāpralayankar. That would be lovely. Although you must let me pay.” She told him where to meet her the following day.

A place she didn’t frequent often but it was ideal for cozy lunches and the booths provided some privacy for diners.

The next day she was excited about her lunch with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

She was the quintessential Uncut Hindu Cock -teaser and so she dressed accordingly.

She wore a very short but stylish skirt, a tight blouse, with matching shoes and handbag.

The outfit was worth more than a hairdresser would make in 3 months cutting hair.

She had, underneath all this, a black bra and panties.

As she was leaving she had a wicked thought, stopped, lifted her skirt, and peeled off her panties leaving them behind.

She said to herself:

“Perhaps Shankar Mahāpralayankar may like a glimpse of what he cannot have.”

She met Shankar Mahāpralayankar who was exactly on time.

Good.

She liked punctuality.

She caught Shankar Mahāpralayankar looking at her legs and Wahābī Musalmān tits and she got a rush.

Manipulating Hindus was her forte.

“Keep looking Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” she thought to herself “You will never get to fuck me so just dream on you poor dumb wop hair-cutter”.

They sat at the table that she had reserved and the waiter took their order.

She crossed her legs and made sure Shankar Mahāpralayankar got a good look at her high upper thighs.

She was in her element.

They both ordered red wine and drank a glass each before the meal arrived while she flipped through the photo album of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s artwork.

After a short while Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had to go to the ‘ladies room’ and excused herself.

The second round of wine arrived and Shankar Mahāpralayankar again told her he’d take juice only.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came back and sat down.

“I also can only have this one last glass of wine Shankar Mahāpralayankar because I am driving”.

Their meals arrived and they continued to talk about art, hair, and other things.

She flirted with him sticking out her Wahābī Musalmān tits and crossing and re-crossing her legs, then discreetly letting her skirt ride high enough for him to get a glimpse of her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She aroused herself in this way with Many Hindus.

After about 20 minutes she started to get light-headed and felt as though she had drunk two bottles of wine rather than two glasses.

“I don’t understand it.” she said, “Two glasses never do this to me.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar suggested that he could give her a lift to her home because he didn’t want her to drive.

She paid the bill and then handed the keys to her Mercedes to Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

He took her arm and walked her to the car putting her in the passenger seat.

As she got in, her short skirt lifted to nearly completely around her waist and Shankar Mahāpralayankar got an excellent view of her neatly trimmed extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and swollen extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips.

She didn’t even realize that her skirt had ridden up and she just sat there.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar got into the driver’s seat and drove off.

But he wasn’t taking her home.

He was taking her to his apartment.

He pulled the Mercedes up and helped her out of the passenger side.

The drug had taken effect now and she felt very intoxicated.

It was designed to make her co-operating and sleepy.

He opened the door to the apartment and helped Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to the main bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed.

She knew it wasn’t her own house but she was beyond caring.

She felt really good and that was all that mattered to her at that moment in time.

She lay back on the bed and passed out.

When she awoke she noticed it was dark outside.

She figured she must have been asleep for at least 6 hours.

Her head was groggy but she otherwise felt fine.

Then she got a shock.

There were four Hindus in the room and she noticed video and camera equipment.

It was then she realized that she was completely naked.

“What the hell is going on?” she demanded.

“Relax bitch.” said Shankar Mahāpralayankar. “We just fucked you real good and made ourselves a movie. Let me introduce you to my colleagues, Vikram, Vijay and Pratāp.”

The three Hindus nodded her way.

“The other Hindus who fucked you were just some Hindus I recruited off the street. Nobody’s. They fucked you for nothing with their Uncut Hindu Cocks. Didn’t cost me a cent!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was in shock.

She had been fucked like a crack-whore hooker.

It was then that she realized that her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass were slightly throbbing and the unmistakable smell of Hindu cum covered her body.

“Allah!” she said, “You Hindus all fucked me. I am calling the Police!”

She got up and headed towards the telephone.

“Slow down whore, maybe you should watch the video first, because I know your husband would like to see it.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar flicked a switch and the video played through the TV.

She stood and watched herself being fucked in the ass and in her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt by at least 12 Hindus.

She was even sucking their Uncut Hindu Cocks and, although she looked intoxicated, she also looked like she was enjoying it very much.

To anyone who viewed the tape it would look as though she was a willing participant to a gang-bang.

“You loved our big Uncut Hindu Cocks, bitch. Hell, I don’t think you needed any drugs. You would have fucked us Hindus anyhow. You had no panties on under your rich little skirt so you must have wanted to fuck old Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Now, let’s talk about our deal”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t know what to do.

If her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, got hold of the tape she would lose everything including her lavish lifestyle.

Allah, how could she be so stupid!

She had no choice now but to co-operate.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a Congressman in India who made money from Ashvinātam Porn, gambling, extortion, and Politics.

He had himself told her that he was running an Ashvinātam Gangbang Club.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was not astonished.

She knew about Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club even.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a major player yet he was very street savvy and knew people.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar put forward his proposal.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had to deposit cash into a bank account each month as donations to the Ashvinātam Gangbang Club.

It would be her contribution to the great cause.

Not too much or her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, would be suspicious, but more than enough to keep Shankar Mahāpralayankar, his buddies and the Ashvinātam Gangbang Club in style for a while.

“Okay I’ll give you the contributions ! Now give me back my clothes so I can get out of here!”

“Not so fast bitch. You gotta do something else for us.”

“What, you are already going to get your money!”

“No, you stupid stuck-up rich Wahābī Musalmān whore, you are going to sell your extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Wahābī Musalmān ass for the same great cause, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club contributions every day. We are not greedy but we need a little more money than you can put in our bank account each month. And you have to better be good or we will make sure your husband gets a copy of the video, plus a copy will go out to all your rich Musalmān friends and we will sell the video over the Internet. You understand, whore?”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was trapped.

She had no way out.

She could tell them to fuck off, walk out, and risk being divorced losing all her money, and, on top of that, known as a common Musalmān whore to all her socialite friends.

But to become a Wahābī Musalmān prostitute for Hindus?

No, she had better play their game for the time being at least.

“You can start off by fucking us again right now. And it better be good. Get that camera rolling, Vikram.”

Vikram switched on the camera and all the four Hindus surrounded Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, their Uncut Hindu Cocks sticking in her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān face.

“Do it bitch.” barked Shankar Mahāpralayankar. “Suck our fucking Uncut Hindu Cocks!” he yelled.

She took Vikram’s Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started sucking.

The Uncut Hindu Cock was soon rock hard and she was hardly able to get it into her mouth.

“Now get on all fours while we fuck you in that sweet Wahābī Musalmān ass.” said Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

She slowly complied and Shankar Mahāpralayankar mounted her from behind viciously thrusting his thick Uncut Hindu Cock into her rich Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

She protested loudly and was slapped across the face.

“Shut the fuck up whore!” The 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock was in her asshole to the hilt and Shankar Mahāpralayankar started thrusting it in and out with vicious intent whilst slapping her hard on the ass.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb soon started to push her hips back to meet Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s demonic Hindu thrusts.

Was she starting to enjoy it?

Could she enjoy it?

Vikram exploded his Hindu cum in her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth and she gagged for a moment before Pratāp shoved his Uncut Hindu Cock in.

Vikram checked the camera and then got in for his share again.

He slid underneath her and buried his Uncut Hindu Cock in her rich-bitch extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She was being sandwich fucked while she sucked on 2 Uncut Hindu Cocks.

The camera kept rolling.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar watched her and said to the Hindus,

“Boys, I think we have ourselves a co-operative little Wahābī Musalmān fuck slave here.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was now herself enjoying it so much that she was thrusting her hips and greedily sucking on the hard Uncut Hindu Cocks at her face like a street whore.

She needed no coaching anymore.

She was thoroughly enjoying it.

The whole thing was captured on video.

The Hindus continued to use her as their Wahābī Musalmān fuck-whore for another hour before they all collapsed from exhaustion.

It was 10.00pm by this stage.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar turned and said to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb,

“Your first shift is about to start bitch, put these on.”

He threw her a tiny micro mini-skirt and a see-through boob-tube.

He then ordered her to put them on.

The skirt was so short that her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and asshole could be seen if she bent over slightly and her big Wahābī Musalmān tits showed right through the flimsy fabric which was her top.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked like a street-slut and that was exactly what they had planned for her entire future.

Yes, a rich stuck-up Wahābī Musalmān Bitch forced to suck Uncut Hindu Cocks for $5 and take it up the ass for $10!

They were the specific directions Shankar Mahāpralayankar had been given by his unknown, but highly paying, ‘client’.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had been hired to set the whole thing up.

He thought to himself:

“She must have pissed someone off real bad.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered out to the car and made to run a short distance for the amusement of the Hindus, her tiny skirt riding up completely to show her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass.

Her inner thighs wet from their Hindu cum that still oozed from her well-fucked gorgeous Wahābī Musalmān ass and extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was pushed into the back seat between Vikram and Pratāp.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar headed for the ‘red light’ district of Kings Cross where Al Fātimah Al Wahāb would meet her first Hindu customers for that night.

There would be Hindu customers, countless more.

At Kings Cross Shankar Mahāpralayankar stopped the car at a red traffic light and yelled out to a gang of 15 Hindu youths beckoning them over to the car.

“Hindus, want a Wahābī Musalmān whore for the night? Wahābī Musalmān Bitch. Loves it in the Wahābī Musalmān ass. You Hindus love fucking Wahābī Musalmān bitches don’t you?”

Several of the Hindu youths peered into the back of the car and checked out Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Good Wahābī Musalmān tits on that bitch. How much you asking bro?”

“Hey, you Hindus can all fuck her for $50!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat in the back of the car.

She had been fucked by a lot of Hindus and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was about to be sold to this gang of Hindus for a lousy $50!

But her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices started to run.

She couldn’t help it.

She wanted those 15 Uncut Hindu Cocks bad!

“What the hell has happened to me?” she thought, “I am a cheap Hindu fucking Wahābī Musalmān whore!”

One of the Hindus slipped Shankar Mahāpralayankar the $50 and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered out of the car.

Vikram escorted her to a sleazy motel room that they had permanently booked for the night.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered to strip and to start sucking Uncut Hindu Cocks.

She diligently obeyed making crude slurping sounds with her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth while she gave enthusiastic hand jobs to waiting Hindus.

Before long all the young Hindus had their Uncut Hindu Cocks out waiting their turn to fuck the excellent Wahābī Musalmān whore.

Huge amounts of Hindu cum splashed across her face and Wahābī Musalmān tits as Uncut Hindu Cock after Uncut Hindu Cock was serviced.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered to take it in the ass and was soon being sodomized by each Hindu.

Vikram took movie photos.

He even got in line for a blowjob and fucked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb in her exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She had such a tight Wahābī Musalmān ass!

Vikram enjoyed it very much.

And so the other fifteen Hindus.

After some 5 hours had passed the gang of Hindu youths, exhausted, packed up and left.

“She is one Uncut Hindu Cock-hungry Wahābī Musalmān whore bro!” one of them said to Vikram as they left.

But Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s shift wasn’t over for that night yet.

Vikram called Shankar Mahāpralayankar on his mobile phone and within 5 minutes the Mercedes pulled into the kerb.

“I’ve just lined up another gang-bang for you, bitch.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar had been busy and arranged for Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to strip at a sleazy local dance club where she would then turn on a gang-bang for the entire Hindu audience.

The fee?

Shankar Mahāpralayankar sold Al Fātimah Al Wahāb for only a lousy $40.

The crowd?

About 100 patrons with randy hard Uncut Hindu Cocks eager to fuck her brains out.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s heart was racing and her well-fucked extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass throbbed.

The stunk of Hindu cum and globs of Hindu cum were sitting in her hair, but Shankar Mahāpralayankar wouldn’t let her shower.

She could only think of what 100 Hindus could do to her.

How much Hindu cum would she be sprayed with or forced to swallow?

The dance club was a filthy run-down dive where petty criminals traded in drugs and Ashvinātam Porn.

It was the type of place Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  had only ever seen in movies, she never ever thought it possible that she would be forced into working in one sucking Uncut Hindu Cocks and being fucked in her Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Allah, how her world had changed in less than 24 hours.

From the rich socialite Wahābī Musalmān woman with class and style to a cheap Wahābī Musalmān whore that sucked the Uncut Hindu Cocks of Hindu street scum and was rutted like a dog!

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was tired, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was filthy, and all she wanted was to go home to her lovely home.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had other plans though.

“You are gonna get on stage, dance around, take off your fucking whore rags, and fuck for the Hindu audience. You hear me bitch!” Shankar Mahāpralayankar roared.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb nodded as she was pushed towards the stage entrance.

She could hear the rowdy Hindu crowd and knew she would be fucked like she had never been fucked before.

Her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt started to lubricate and her juices started to run.

It was as if her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt had a mind of its own and it wanted all those Uncut Hindu Cocks whether Al Fātimah Al Wahāb  wanted them or not!

Some trashy strip music blared out and the curtain was raised.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar shoved 2 giant Uncut Hindu Cock-shaped 18-inch electric vibrators into her hands and said “Use these on your Wahābī Musalmān ass and extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, bitch!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was shoved onto stage and fell over.

A voice yelled out,

“Get up whore and get your fucking clothes off!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb got to her feet and started to gyrate her hips.

She looked into the Hindu audience.

It was full of all the perverts and degenerates that loved to masturbate watching the shows like this.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb put down his Uncut Hindu Pricks and removed her little top.

Her naked Wahābī Musalmān tits were greeted with howls of approval.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb turned around and wiggled her extremely gorgeous Wahābī Musalmān ass as she removed her little skirt.

She kicked the skirt away from her a little and some pervert quickly grabbed it as a souvenir.

“Show us your extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt!” yelled some excited Hindu.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb obediently got down on all 4s and stuck her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass out towards the audience.

The whistling and cheering was almost deafening.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could see Shankar Mahāpralayankar off-stage gesturing to his Uncut Hindu Pricks.

She dutifully reached for one of his Uncut Hindu Pricks and started shoving the massive plastic Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb turned it on full speed and sat back onto it taking at least 12 inches into her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She wiggled her Wahābī Musalmān ass around and it slipped in a little deeper.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was beginning to feel a powerful orgasm building.

Just then Shankar Mahāpralayankar appeared on stage, undressed himself, poured lubricant from a tube all over his throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick , and began to shove it into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

She protested but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said,

“Shut the fuck up!!”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar mercilessly shoved his Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān asshole until he had a two thirds of it buried in her extremely delicate Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was as hard as a steel rod itself.

Her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass was stretched to breaking point.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hit orgasm, her body convulsing like an epileptic.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar said,

“You fucking love this. Don’t you!”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar, still standing up, shoved his entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass and yelled to the crowd,

“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s ready for you Hindus to gang-bang now!”

The excited Hindus yelled their approval and began making their way to the stage.

A security guard had them form two roughly evenly numbered lines – one at her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass and one at her head.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laid down the ground rules,

“You get either a blowjob from the front or, if you are at her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass, you can fuck her once. Then you fuck off back to your seats or go home!”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar removed the vibrator.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb glanced at the lines.

She estimated at least 50 Hindus on each line.

The first Uncut Hindu Cock was shoved in her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Suck this bitch!” demanded its randy owner.

Another Uncut Hindu Cock slid into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb knew that most Hindus would fuck her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass.

But hopefully these Hindus wouldn’t take long to cum.

After 15 minutes of furious fucking Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had only reduced the line by 4 Hindus.

Vikram kept shoving a video camera in her face.

He didn’t miss the opportunity for a fuck movie.

Another 60 minutes passed and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was covered in Hindu cum.

Some Hindus liked her to swallow while others wanted to see their Hindu cum splash across her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān face.

Her hair was even soaked in Hindu cum and her eyes stung from the same.

Some Hindus liked to shoot into them.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb lost count of how Many Uncut Hindu Cocks had fucked her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass and extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

But Al Fātimah Al Wahāb thought there must have been at least 20.

Some Hindus were real brutal and slapped her so hard on her Wahābī Musalmān ass that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb almost fainted.

Another hour went by and the lines were reduced considerably.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t even try and count anymore.

The Hindu Cum lay in pools around and under her where it had dripped from her body.

Incredibly, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb still enjoyed being fucked, being a Wahābī Musalmān whore to so Many Hindus.

It drove her on and made her determined to get through both the lines.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb loved it!

“How could I love this?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb thought to herself.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar turned to Vikram and said,

“Vikram, this is going to make a great video, this Wahābī Musalmān bitch takes Uncut Hindu Cock like even no Wahābī Musalmān whore I have ever seen”.

The fucking continued for several more hours until there were only 8 Hindus left.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar told them to stand around Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and jerk off all over her face.

“What a great way to finish the video!” he said to Vikram.

The Hindus blew cum all over her and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat there looking at the camera.

Then Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled and licked the Hindu cum away with her utmost eager Wahābī Musalmān tongue, also catching globs of it with her fingers and greedily shoving it in her mouth.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his hoods couldn’t believe it!

It was nearly 6.00am and Shankar Mahāpralayankar said,

“Time for you to go home, whore! And clean up. You have another shift tonight.”

To her own amazement Al Fātimah Al Wahāb replied,

“Thank you very much, Shankar Mahāpralayankar! Great, I hope the Hindus are better than some of tonight’s lousy showing.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar ordered Vikram to wrap a blanker around her so Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t get cum on the seats of the Mercedes.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, the high-class wealthy Wahābī Musalmān woman now a cheap Wahābī Musalmān whore, was driven to within 4 blocks of her luxury Mansion where the car was abruptly stopped.

The sun was rising and the streets were beginning to move with people getting about their daily business.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered out of the car and the blanket was taken from her.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb protested but was told by Shankar Mahāpralayankar in his usual abrupt way to shut up.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar threw her a tiny pair of denim shorts which had had the ass cheeks cut out of them.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb wasn’t given a top but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was given her house keys.

“Put these shorts on bitch and start walking home!” Shankar Mahāpralayankar ordered.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled on the shorts, which didn’t really cover anything at all.

With her arms wrapped around her Wahābī Musalmān tits Al Fātimah Al Wahāb walked off.

Vikram hung out of the car window video taping her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb walked down the street.

People noticed the tatty near naked Wahābī Musalmān whore hurrying along the street in the ritzy suburb.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb thought she was sure to be seen by people she knew.

“That fucking Hindu Shankar Mahāpralayankar!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said to herself.

At the gateway to her home Al Fātimah Al Wahāb noticed her Mercedes parked in the driveway.

“What the fuck does he want now!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said out loud to herself.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb fumbled with her keys and let herself inside.

Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, stood there with Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his filthy henchmen.

Her mind screamed,

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Sit down, my dear.” said her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb. “You look a frightful mess!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stammered out some incoherent excuse about Shankar Mahāpralayankar abducting her and raping her.

Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, said,

“Relax my dear, I hired Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat in shock.

Had Al Fātimah Al Wahāb heard right?

Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, had hired Hindus to abduct her, fuck her, and turn her into a whore?

“Why?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked him.

“You see, I know all about your dirty little affairs with countless Hindus behind my back for the past 5 years. Did you think I was stupid? You had to be taught a lesson. Of course now I have no need for such a dirty whore so I have arranged for you to be flown out of the country tonight by my private jet.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked at him quizzically.

“I have sold you as a Wahābī Musalmān fuck-slave to some Hindus in India, my dear. You fetched a pretty penny I might add. An explanation for your ‘disappearance’ has already been cleverly planned. You simply chose to move to Europe to live.”

In 24 hours Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s life had been reduced to a shambles.

Now Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was to serve the rest of her miserable days as a Wahābī Musalmān fuck slave to Hindus!

Her Wahābī Musalmān Cunt started to throb and her juices began to flow.

Chapter 5

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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

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

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

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

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

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