The Audacity: 22

The Audacity

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a nice idea, it’s a date.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a deal,” Ålī Abī Tālib said.

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

“So what have you been researching then?”

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

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

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

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

I just sipped my juice and smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 23
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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 Audacity: 21

The Audacity

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib
Durgesh Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī
Nādirshāh Durrānī

Nādirshāh Durrānī looked at his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, contemptuously.
“Have you seen it, Ammī? Have you listened to?”
“Sure,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī too looked at her ever stupid, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, equally contemptuously, “What do you think your Hindu father has done, wrong and immoral here? Durgesh is only sleeping in his own bedroom, on his own bed. What’s wrong and immoral in it? Durgesh hadn’t gone to Ålī Abī Tālib or to Ålī Abī Tālib’s immensely sex obsessed wife, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad. Your impotent Musalmān friend himself came here with his wife to use Durgesh to satisfy his wife’s sexual needs. I don’t think even they have done something wrong or immoral.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī gritted through his teeth.
“You entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are too sex obsessed to Durgesh to hear, see and pay any attention ever to his immense immorality. Damn you entire Durgesh’s sex slave beautiful Musalmān houseladies. I was a damnfool to bring you here and show you his ever immoral activities.”
“Tell me, you ever stupid Durgesh hater,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī challenged her son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, “How the hell Durgesh is wrong and immoral in what you showed to me. I challenge you.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī was too furious to argue with his Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely moral Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī.
He turned and marched out of the room where they were hiding and watching everything.
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī sighed helplessly.
Allah, how can she convince Nādirshāh Durrānī that Durgesh was his immensely successful father in almost every field.
Nādirshāh Durrānī must learn from his Hindu father, instead of fighting with him.
Nādirshāh Durrānī would never succeed.
Allah!
Allah!!*

I opened my eyes and saw Ålī Abī Tālib there,
“I am so sorry Ålī Abī Tālib, my son. I tried to control myself, but it was just too much.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled confidently to me.

“It’s alright, Dad. Don’t worry. Anybody would have cum given the situation. It may even work to our advantage, that is if you want, in our scheme.”

Ålī Abī Tālib and I looked at each other,
“Are you really sure, Ålī Abī Tālib, my boy, that you want this?” I asked him gravely,

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled and knew I was going to do as he had asked me,
“Do you think I would have brought her in here and watched her wank you if I wasn’t sure?” he answered with a huge grin.

I reached for the tissues,
“No, I suppose not” I smiled gravely with dignity and sophistication, “Well, alright, you can count on me, Ålī Abī Tālib. I will do what I can, but remember in the end it will be Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s choice. I would never allow any husband to impose myself on his however needy wife, without her deliberate express consent. Sex is always divine if it’s consensual adult sex, never otherwise.”

Ålī Abī Tālib was overjoyed.
With luck his wife would be the happy and contented woman she normally is.

He clasped my hand,
“I know Dad, how ever moral, how ever humane, how ever justice oriented you are. Don’t worry ever about me. I am not Nādirshāh Durrānī. I understand you perfectly. Thanks a lot, Dad, you don’t know how happy you have made me. I realise your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, needs to agree, but I think we are halfway there already, talk to you more fully in the morning.”

I drifted into a fitful sleep grateful that tomorrow was Saturday and I did not need to get up early.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was lightly sobbing in bed when Ålī Abī Tālib joined her.
He wrapped his arms around her and whispered,

“Come on, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, don’t be upset, honey. There was no harm done, Durgesh Pāpājī does not know. It’s our secret and what we do is up to us. After all, we are in our own home.”

He tried to make it light,
“I expect you did him some good instead. He must have been storing that load up for ages.” He said with a chuckle.

She looked up at Ålī Abī Tālib with red rimmed eyes,
“But Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s Durgesh Pāpājī, I have just made my ‘father in law’ ejaculate,” she protested,

“I wanked him off Lillāh. I must be really perverted because I enjoyed it, I loved seeing him cum and feeling his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand,” she said feeling her frustration.

She raised her voice a bit.
“Do you hear me, I wanted to do that to him, Allah, God, I am so sick.” She sobbed again.

Ålī Abī Tālib pulled her a little tighter, wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair.

“You are not sick or perverted. If we are honest with each other, you are frustrated by the lack of his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and its my fault, never yours, not even a bit. So obviously when you see a nice one you are bound to be tempted.” He smiled at her, reassuring her.

“You don’t know how glad I am that it was Dad’s and not some stranger’s in the back of a car somewhere.”

Then his tone rose a bit, trying to be more forceful, he added.
“Now be honest with me. You are a little frustrated, aren’t you? I can tell it by your moods.”

She was silent and had stopped crying.
She wiped her eyes on a tissue.

“It’s not your fault. You could not help getting ill and I will not have you talking like that I love you. I suppose I am a little edgy and moody. I do miss you fucking me its true, but what I did just now was out of order and very wrong.”

“I should not have even held my father’s in law stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, let alone watch him cum. He was asleep and that was taking advantage of him. That was so bad.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at her.
She was still upset, but seemed a little better now.

“I love you as well,” he reassured her, “that’s why I did not stop you getting your little pleasure just now, and it must have been good for you feeling his hard stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund again. I can not imagine how frustrated you must feel being deprived.” He paused and looked at her.
“If his being asleep bothers you so much, shall I go and wake him up and tell him his Daughter in Law wants to give him a hand job?”
Ålī Abī Tālib was laughing as he spoke, but he would have done it if she said yes.
She playfully slapped his chest,
“You will do no such thing mister,” she said joining in his laughter.*

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad woke up.
First, the memories of last night’s behaviour with her Hindu father in law came back to her.
She was still worried about her reactions to my Hindu male body and how excited she became.
It seemed so unreal somehow and she was dreading seeing me this morning.
As it was a Saturday we all tried to eat together.
That was going to be difficult she thought.
I will have to have to face him, but he is not aware of what happened, she thought, so why should I worry?
But she did and despite her best efforts she still had fleeting visions of my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund popping into her mind.
She climbed out of bed and went for a shower.

Ålī Abī Tālib heard her get up and started to wake himself up.
Ålī Abī Tālib stretched and then relaxed.
He was pleased that he had had the courage to speak to me and explain his problems.
I had reacted with great maturity, understanding the issues and offering advice.
It was good that I was reluctant at first.
It showed that I loved Ålī Abī Tālib.
So many fathers would have just fucked this good-looking woman and not considered the consequences at all.
But I was concerned and tried to offer alternatives.
In fact, Ålī Abī Tālib was not sure at one stage if I would come around to Ålī Abī Tālib’s plans at all.
Damn Pseudo Musalmīn.
They always accuse Durgesh for fucking their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Durgesh only helps the needy ones.
Most of the Musalmān houseladies Durgesh has fucked and still fucking were themselves after Durgesh’s infinite Hindu sex prowess and/or Durgesh’s infinite money.
Either those beautiful Musalmān houseladies themselves seduced Durgesh for it, or their own mankind urged them to do it for them.
Money is an ever big temptation to make the most of the mankind even to use their beautiful womankind even.
It makes husbands to use their beautiful wives if they can.
It makes fathers to use their beautiful daughters if they can.
It makes brothers to use their beautiful sisters if they can.
And what not?
Ålī Abī Tālib understands it now very well.
After all, Ålī Abī Tālib hadn’t ever fallen to that extent.
He knows some of the so called ever moral Musalmīn who hate Durgesh ostensibly, yet actually using their own Ammīs, wives, daughters, sisters, cousins etcetera to get Durgesh’s stupendous money, clandestinely.
Ålī Abī Tālib hated such so called Musalmīn immensely.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad came back from the bathroom.
Ålī Abī Tālib went and kissed her,

“Good morning, sexy,” he greeted her.

She blushed thinking he was referring to last night.
“Morning,” she replied taking her robe from the chair putting it on.

She had always cooked breakfast dressed like that.
Saturday breakfast was always casual, and she then got dressed once everyone had eaten.

“I will go, put the kettle on and start breakfast,” she told Ålī Abī Tālib.

“Ok, I will call Dad.” Ålī Abī Tālib replied.

Ålī Abī Tālib came into my room just as I was waking up.
Ålī Abī Tālib came and sat on my bed,

“Good morning, Dad,”

“Hi, Ålī Abī Tālib, son,” I said returning his greeting. “Are you still of the same mind today or have things changed overnight,” I asked.

Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me,
“I have spent many weeks and hours thinking about my problem and how best to make and keep your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, happy. I am never going to alter my course now. How about you, Dad? Are you still not happy about it?”

It was an awkward moment for me.
I fidgeted with the bedclothes trying to avoid the question.
I was embarrassed to tell Ålī Abī Tālib that I was still happy to fuck my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law.
It was not something one does every day.
Ålī Abī Tālib was silent and waited for my answer.

“I want to help, Ålī Abī Tālib. I could see by the way she reacted to my penis last night that you were right,” I was still too abnormal to say the word stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund although penis sounded so weak.

“I am sure she has some pent up emotions she needs to release.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at my cautious language.

“You mean she loved your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and you also think that she is frustrated, right?”

I laughed with him as he made a joke of my abnormality.

“Yea Ålī Abī Tālib, I suppose that’s what I meant. I am still happy to help, but I will need some advice on how to get her.”

Ålī Abī Tālib beamed a big smile at me,
“Thank you Dad. You are always a good man. Glad you’re still up for the challenge.”

I was genuinely pleased and it made Ålī Abī Tālib even happier with his decision.
“I will give you all the help I can, but it’s up to you really. You have to tempt her just like you have all week, but more so now that she has touched my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. You need to spark her curiosity and make her want to feel it again. Ultimately though it is you and your efforts that will have to take her.”

“If I have to succeed it is you she must be attracted to and look up to, it is you she must respect.” Ålī Abī Tālib said.

Ålī Abī Tālib briefed me on events that happened before they came into my room as well as the conversation afterwards.
It seemed that she had shown appreciation of my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund before coming into my room.
I was surprised that she had openly told Ålī Abī Tālib that she liked it so much.
They must have a strong relationship.

“I think I ought to let her see my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund again Ålī Abī Tālib, just as you suggested. If she likes it already it may be her weak link.” I suggested to him.

“Yes, that’s a good idea but try to make a few jokes as well, make her laugh and also flatter her. Tell her how good she looks and be a little risqué as well, suggestive remarks will get her thinking in the right direction.”

“Don’t forget to touch her whenever possible, but nothing inappropriate just at the moment.” Ålī Abī Tālib added. “We should better go down now to breakfast.”

I had a quick shower.
I put on a loose tee shirt, chose a pair of baggy shorts and no underwear.
I would see if I could grab her interest this morning.
I admitted to myself for the first time that now I had looked at her as a woman.
I really had the hots for her now.
She was gorgeous and I wanted her.
Ålī Abī Tālib had pointed me in her direction and now I would find it hard to turn away.

When I arrived in the kitchen they were both already there.
I went up to Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, who was standing at the sink washing dishes.
I winked at Ålī Abī Tālib as I made my way to her.
I held her shoulders gently and softly kissed her neck and ear lobe,

“Morning Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife,” I whispered.

She shuddered as I kissed her and she moved her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān mouth back slightly.
She gathered her senses

“Dad, what are you doing? Stop it, please!” she said with a giggle, but I had spotted her nipples stiffen a little and poke through the material of her dressing gown. “Please go and sit down, Dad. Breakfast is ready.” She told me.

“Well, you are special and I wanted you to know it. So don’t turn your back on me or I may kiss you again,” I said with a wink.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad laughed a little as I sat down.
Ålī Abī Tālib winked at me and gave me the thumbs up sign.
I adjusted my shorts so that one leg looked as if it had ridden up with my movement and then pulled my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund out of that side.
My heart was beating fast as I waited for Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, to notice.
I picked up the sports pages from the paper and tried to make it look as if I was reading and not aware of my show.
I was trying to look over the top of the paper so as she would not see me watching.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad had turned from the sink as her Hindu father in law went to sit down.
The kiss I gave her was very soft and sensual.
I had never kissed her like that before, and it sent a little shiver down her spine.
Then she stopped in her tracks as she saw me sitting at the table with my Uncut Hindu Lund standing out erect.
It was stiff.
It looked good.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad had trouble tearing her eyes away from it and wondered if she should tell me.
She rejected the idea, as it could embarrass her even more

I saw Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, turn and when she saw my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund hanging from my shorts she stopped in her tracks.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad looked at it, then at Ålī Abī Tālib, at me and finally back to my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund again.
She was a little flustered and not sure how to react.
She was not sure what she was doing for a second.
She put the plates of hot food on the table.

“Come and sit next to me, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife,” I invited her innocently, with sophistication and dignity even,as if I was absolutely unaware of my jutting out Uncut Hindu Lund.
She refused My invitation to sit next to me, politely and sat down at the end of the table.

“You look a little warm, darling, are you ok?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked her.

‘I am not warm. I am having a flush of excitement at seeing your Dad’s Uncut Hindu Lund again,’ she thought, but answered actually,
“Yes, I am fine. It’s just a little warm doing the cooking.”

Ålī Abī Tālib glanced at me quickly and then at Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,
“Hell! Take off your dressing gown then. That must be warm for you,” Ålī Abī Tālib suggested.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was surprised and startled at his suggestion,

“Don’t be silly. I can’t do that. I have next to nothing on underneath.” she mumbled and tried to laugh it off.

“Well, we are all one family. So what the hell does it matter, love?” pointed out Ålī Abī Tālib innocently.

“Go on, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, you would feel so much cooler. It would be good for you. I will take my shorts off if it makes you feel better,” I smiled.

“Nooooooooooooo, Allaaaaaaaaah, nooooooo, ” she almost shouted.
Then realizing her action was abnormal, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad added more quietly, “No need for that, I am fine, honest, thank you both for your concern.”

She was now even warmer than ever at the thought of me seeing her near naked young Musalmān body.

“However, I will loosen it, if that’s ok,” she smiled at us.

As the vision of my Uncut Hindu Lund was in her mind she was now feeling a little more daring.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad loosened the tie belt and let it fall open at the front, not quite exposing her breasts, but enough to give her husband and me a glimpse.
She loved to tease and now her simple act was nicely exciting her.

Ålī Abī Tālib was amazed at the progress Ålī Abī Tālib and I were making.
He felt sure that she would soon give in to me.
It appeared that she was gradually starting to feel more comfortable around me, even with us making these little sexual innuendos, but Ålī Abī Tālib did not want to push her too fast, she might panic and then all this good work would go to waste.

Ålī Abī Tālib could see that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was getting excited and that she would soon feel her frustration again.
Ålī Abī Tālib so wanted this to work, so wanted her to be happy.
Ålī Abī Tālib did not mind losing that part of their relationship, he was useless anyhow and it was selfish of him to keep her tied to him.
I was the right man to please her, no doubt about that.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad and I would look good together and my Uncut Hindu Lund was a great specimen, Ålī Abī Tālib admitted.

I thought I too should help Ålī Abī Tālib somewhat.
I stood up, went behind her, and started to slide the gown from her shoulders.
She started to protest and stop me.

“Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, ” I said in a firm voice that surprised even Ålī Abī Tālib.

She stopped still.
“Don’t argue,” I ordered her, “If you are warm it makes sense to get more comfortable. Your own husband is suggesting you that.”

My hands went to her sides and she never resisted as I slid the gown off her shoulders and down almost to her waist.
I had a great view of her twenty eight years old,young Musalmān tits even it was from over her shoulder.
However, I had almost proved a point and did not want to rush things.
This was about teasing and tempting I also proved that she was happy to have me speak to her in that tone of voice.
I bent down, kissed her neck very softly.
My fingers were just lightly stroking her almost bare shoulders.

She sighed deeply.
I saw her nipples stiffen again this time more clearly, through the translucent nightdress she was wearing.
They were pushing sexily against the light material.
She made a barley perceptible movement of the head, which allowed me a little more room to kiss her.
However much I was enjoying it, it was time to stop.
I had teased her enough and I hoped it tempted her a little more.

I went and sat down again, and as I ate I allowed my eyes to wander unashamedly over her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I did not care now even that she saw me looking at her in that way.

“Thank you for a lovely breakfast,” I whispered, “it was one of the nicest I have ever had, but the dessert was the best,” I added referring to her breasts and hoped that she realised that.
I then left and went to my room to change.

Chapter 22
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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 Audacity: 19

The Audacity

Durgesh

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Chapter 19

Durgesh Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar
Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib

I had enjoyed fucking all of my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends but I was beginning to think my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, had given up with girls.
What I didn’t realize was that Nādirshāh Durrānī was seeing the gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, although he was not getting any sex.

I sat in the office and contemplated calling Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī as my Uncut Hindu Lund was stretching down my trouser leg.
I needed some action.

My secretary then called through to inform me that Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had arrived and insisted he had to have an urgent meeting with me.
I knew what this was about.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested £5 million in a company which had recently failed.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested all his savings in the company as well.
I had found out about the failure a week before it happened, because I was screwing the civil servant who was in the know.
I sold my investment for a profit whilst watching Al Waħīd Al Muħammad lose everything.

Al Waħīd Al Muħammad stormed through the door.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was a huge fat Pseudo Musalmīn in his thirties with a red face which looked like it was about to burst:

“I am going to have you arrested for insider dealing, I have just found out that you discovered from that civil servant what was going to happen and that is why you sold your shares. You’re finished!” he shouted.

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, then walked in behind her fat Musalmān husband.
She was a Musalmān red head who stood around 5 foot 10 tall and wore a short skirt showing her stocking clad long legs and a low cut top showing her oversized Musalmān tits to their maximum effect.

I smiled at her.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad continued his shouting:

“If you don’t pay me £1 million today I will finish you.”

I sat quietly and considered my options.
I was in problem because I had clearly been benefiting myself from inside information but I could easily afford the £1 million.
Yet, that would mean this fat man had beaten me and I couldn’t accept that.
I decided to go on the offensive:

“How does a fat man like you get an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife like that?” I asked calmly.

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, blushed but her husband was outraged and his face went a deeper shade of red.

I continued:

“If you leave now, I won’t tell your wife ‘never to have sex with you again’, now get out!”

“Who do you think you are?” screamed Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.

I decided to take a huge risk.
I silently unzipped my trousers and let the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock spring above the level of the desk.
There was silence in the room as both the Al Waħīds stared in incredulity as my huge Uncut Hindu Cock head appeared above the desk.

“Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, how big is your husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī ?” I asked.

“Um, er, I don’t know. Five or 6 inches long I guess,” she replied.

“About this big then?” said I, allowing 6 inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock to appear above the desk.

“Nowhere near that size, not that thick but that long,” she said quietly, her eyes transfixed on my ever incredible Uncut Hindu Cock.

“It won’t be this big then,” I said pressing another 3 inches above the level of the desk.

I turned to Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said,
“You dare to threaten me. I will take everything you value.”
As I said it, another three inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Cock appeared above the desk and Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, mouthed:

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it’s huge.”

“That’s right, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.” I smiled.

She smiled too at me.

“Well, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, suck on this in front on your ever incompetent Musalmān husband, please,” I said allowing the full to come into view.

“Don’t you dare Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, and you are a freak and a pervert,” said Al Waħīd Al Muħammad sinking into the nearest chair and looking terrible.

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, hesitated.
I started wanking my Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand, staring at her Musalmān tits:

“He is right of course, but please Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, it is him or Durgesh. You can’t have both. Just look at the fat shit.”

She moved forward quickly, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund with both hands and started licking it.

I smiled and steered my Uncut Hindu Cock into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my huge Hindu weapon down her Musalmān throat.
I looked across at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad who seemed to be having trouble breathing.
I fucked her head remorselessly and groped her huge firm Musalmān tits.
I looked at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said:

“You made a mistake today. I win your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fat Musalmān boy.”

With that, I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and grabbing her huge Musalmān tits I slid it through her deep Musalmān cleavage.
My Uncut Hindu Cock flared and grew even thicker.
I felt my balls tighten and I blasted my Hindu cum into her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Shots of my Hindu cum flew into her Musalmān mouth and onto the floor yards away but after 20 seconds her mouth was filled with my Hindu cum.
I fucked her Musalmān tits and as I grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock I slowed the flow of cum.
It came out as a thick steady river of viscous cum rather the initial blasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding slickly through a couple of inches in the Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad’s huge Musalmān tits.

“Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, I am going to fuck your wife now,” said I.

“No please, I have a pain in my side, help,” he responded clutching his heart.

“I will leave it up to your wife. Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to help your fat ever incompetent Musalmān husband.”

“Oh Durgesh, fuck me with it, it’s fantastic. I need it. I married Al Waħīd Al Muħammad for his money, but he has lost even it, all.”

“You Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bitch!” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said quietly as he slumped forward.

My hands reached above her stockings to her firm creamy Musalmān thighs and firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
My Uncut Hindu Cock which still had plenty of cum to offer pressed past her thong and she grunted as I hit my mark.
Within seconds, my 12 inches were ploughing into her and my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to cum.
A minute later we looked across and saw the fat Musalmān man, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, slumped on the floor.

“You are a bad man, Durgesh. Please fuck me again and then we better call an ambulance. I think he is dead already. So there is no way I am ever missing out on another fuck from your Hindu monster. I have it all planned out already, sorry. You haven’t done anything you think you did. I used you for my own benefits. Allah, don’t think we extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies can’t use you. We invariably do. I get the insurance money and your Uncut Hindu Cock – I knew it was a good decision to get these Musalmān tits done and to marry a rich fat idiot Musalmān with a serious heart condition.”

She laughed and lowered herself back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Despite my immense surprise, I looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely and sophisticatedly.
It was not easy for me, yet I had to do it.
I was the Sun of the family after all:

Satyénottabhitā bhūmih sūryéñottabhitā dyauh,
R’ténādityāstishŧhanti divi somo adhi shritah
.

By truth, the Earth is balanced. By Sun, the celestial system is balanced optimum. By Eternal Truth Ādityās stand. In the celestial system, Som is set rightfully.
̶ Ved: Atharv Ved: 14|1|1

I had to burn myself infinitely to protect my family.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam himself had to do it.
He had to marry his so called Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh, who was married earlier to his adopted son, Zayd Ibn Ħārisah.
I had to follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter too, once again.
There wasn’t another option.

Ålī Abī Tālib was sitting impassively in his chair, watching me.
I was grave; perhaps with a touch of impasse, but certainly in surprise and shock.
Did my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, just ask me to take Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as my lover, I asked myself.
I paced around the room trying to get my head around this weird conversation it was incredulous more like a dream than reality.

“I could not do that Ålī Abī Tālib, you know I can’t. she is my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, for Eīshān, it’s immoral as well. It would be incest.” I stressed. “Anyhow Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, might baulk at the idea of her Hindu father in law fucking her.” I ranted on not knowing what to say.

She was a gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, no doubt about that, I thought, but I had never entertained thoughts like that before.

“Sit down, Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib requested me gravely himself.

I sat back down and looked at him.
“Before you judge me hear me out. I know that you love her already and that she trusts and loves you as well; it’s just because of your love of the family.” Ålī Abī Tālib said.
I was listening to him silently.
My silent response to Ålī Abī Tālib was still hostile.
He continued pleading with me,

“I know that you would certainly be discreet and I know your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, will love it once she has considered it and weighed all the options, being cared for and loved by a man who she knows already loves her. She would see the romance in her ever handsome ever young ever energetic ever athletic ever sexiest Hindu father in law coming to her in her time of crisis.”
I still watched Ålī Abī Tālib gravely without any response whatsoever.

Ålī Abī Tālib was too silent for a second now, then he said quietly.
“Especially once you have made her yours and taken control of her and her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.”

I was amazed and could not believe we were having this conversation.
Ålī Abī Tālib went on to say.

“She would still be my wife and I know we would still love each other, only in a different way. I would accept that she would be your woman and if you treat her the way I have suggested, she will never refuse you. As you can see she has a great incredibly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body but so have you, and I know your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, better. Don’t I? She is my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, after all.”

“You have the ever youthful ever incredible Hindu energy to please her and the personality to take charge of her; it is the perfect solution. We would, sort of share her, with you being the major shareholder, believe me you will make me very happy and I promise you that she will be extremely happy as well.”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me seriously,
“It may even save the marriage. I do not think she would leave me, but you never know what she might do as she grows more desperate.”

With a tinge of sadness in his voice Ålī Abī Tālib said,
“It has been about many months since we had proper sex and she is already getting nervy and irritable. Please, Dad, just think about it.”

Ålī Abī Tālib asked it in his pleading voice.
“If you do this for us, it would always need to be our secret, it would always stay within these walls, nobody would ever need to find out.”

“What or where would you be in all of this?” I asked pointedly, ultimately breaking my silence finally.

“I would be a part of a truly loving family, more loving than most in fact. I would be just as I am now only happier, knowing that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is happily fulfilled and that my ‘father’ is taking care of her.” Ålī Abī Tālib answered seriously.

I was starting to settle down now and was thinking straight again.

“Ålī Abī Tālib, this is very important. Tell me how would you feel about me fucking my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, your wife? Are you sure that you could cope with that?”

Then with concern in my voice I said. “You could get very jealous. It will be a very emotional time for you both, I do not want to cause any pain to either of you.”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked seriously at me and replied.

“Thank you for showing the concern. Of course, I would be mad with envy and jealousy, if it was anybody else but you. I think and I hope that I have considered all the problems and possible scenarios.”

“You are the only man I could ever trust to treat her right, believe me, Dad, when I say that your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, needs you, believe me, please. She is as hypr sexual as you are. I am not her perfect match. Only you are her perfect match, Dad. Please, try to understand my problem. Only you can help us now to save our marriage, no one else. Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married his Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh. Didn’t he?”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me.
His eyes seemed to be trying to read my mind for an answer.

“Once you have taken her, and dominated her, you may at times need to tell me to do things, sort of order me about and speak to me in ways that you would not dream of now, this would impress upon her that you are now in control and that she is now your woman, not mine any more.”

“It will be necessary at times and I know I will be her and your cuckold.”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment.
“I know you hate cuckolding even the worst Musalmān terrorists. But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is compelling you to cuckold them under her utmost humane Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib,”
“Dad, there isn’t another option, try to understand me, please!”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment again then again continued.
“I also know neither of you will be cruel to me ever. I will not be offended or hurt, I promise, I just want her happiness. I do not want to lose her, but I am happy to surrender her and all my rights to you, in order to make her happy.”

He paused and appeared deep in thought.
“I have given this lots and lots of thought, Dad, and it is what I would really like, it would solve our dilemma nicely.” He whispered.

I was sitting back in the chair still recovering from the shock and thinking about what Ålī Abī Tālib had asked me to do.
The more I thought about it the more I could see Ålī Abī Tālib’s point of view.
We, the family including Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, I suspect certainly didn’t want her to get a bad name, but if she is as sex obsessed as Ålī Abī Tālib has suggested, the poor woman needs someone to cater for her utmost necessary sexual needs, I could see what he was saying and could understand where he thought there may be a problem.

However her being my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, still gave me serious doubts about me being able to fuck her to her ultimate satisfaction and the success of Ålī Abī Tālibs idea may then be in the balance.
But I could also see why he thinks it would solve his problem and Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s problem, I guess.

“Have you spoken about this with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife?” I asked gravely, ultimately.

He shook his head,
“No, I wanted to approach you first and see what you think, I didn’t want to raise her hopes.”
He leaned forward in his chair.

“You do see my problem and I hope understand my thinking. It will still be in the family, her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and her desires will be yours, solely yours for your pleasure and more importantly hers.” Then he said sadly, “I would still like the occasional intimate moments with her though.

“Look, Ålī Abī Tālib, can’t you try another doctor or some alternative therapy, there must be another way.” I urged.

He smiled weakly at me,
“I knew you are an utmost excellent Dad and would do all you could to try to talk me out of it. The truth is however that I have had a second opinion and tried alternative medicine, but things were just the same.”

“Believe me,” he stressed, “I tried everything I could before taking this course of action. You may be a last resort for me, Dad, but you are the best option by far. I love and trust you. I would not have asked you to do this for us if I thought otherwise.”

I was feeling sorry for Ålī Abī Tālib.
I knew that this was extremely hard for him; it would be for any man.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, I don’t know what to say, it’s a bit of a shock, but we must consider Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad too, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s feelings first and foremost. We can’t just dole out her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and emotions like this, she may be totally disgusted at the thought of me,” I paused with gravity, dignity and sophisticated concern, “well, you know,” I said.

Ålī Abī Tālib chuckled at my concern.
“You are right, Dad, but I know her well, eventually she will see you as the answer to a prayer, her Hindu father in law who loves her and would be the epitome of discretion she could let herself go with confidence.”

Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“She may, well, come around to the idea given time and temptation, you know the sort of thing letting her accidentally on purpose see you naked, letting her see you with a hard on. Even maybe let her see you fucking our Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Mumānīs, Chachīsetcetera, at a time that you know she will catch you, just tease her in any way you can.”

Ålī Abī Tālib went on enthusiastically,
“Dad. you can even get a little more touchy and feely with her, sort of put yourself in the shop window, and then when she has seen you enough like that I am sure she will start getting hotter for you.”

“We can then, or I can if you prefer tell her of my plans for her happiness.”

I started to think of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, in ways I never had before and in truth should not even now.
However, I had often enough ogled beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her age and on the odd time even tried to chat them up and in truth; my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, was better looking than most of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

“I am still not sure Ålī Abī Tālib, I would be pleased to help, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is gorgeous and I would normally take an offer like this with open arms, but, well you know, it’s Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.” I tried to explain.

“I do understand your problem, Dad, honest I do,” Ålī Abī Tālib replied. “But that makes it all so perfect, she loves you already, just not on that physical level yet, but she will, I assure you.” He promised.

“Dad,” he went on quietly, “Often I let your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, go up to bed before me so that she can satisfy herself, I think she gets a little shy about it and does not want me to know that she masturbates so often, I think she feels it would be bad for my ego and do me even more harm.”

He nodded towards the bedroom upstairs,
“I left the door slightly open tonight, go upstairs very quietly, and look through the gap, the dressing table mirror will give you a bird’s eye view of the bed. Go and see what I mean about her needs, just see how beautiful she is naked, check her out, Dad, but Lillāh, for Gods sake, don’t let her hear you.”

I could not believe that Ålī Abī Tālib was inviting me to spy on my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as she used a dildo on herself.
It was a totally weird conversation.

“Go on, Dad, go and see what I mean.” Ålī Abī Tālib encouraged me.

I stood slowly up, nodded at him kicked my shoes off and walked very silently upstairs.*

Ålī Abī Tālib had sold his wife to me now to such an extent successfully that now even I could not resist the opportunity any longer to see her like that.
I made my way to the bedroom door, which as Ålī Abī Tālib had said was open a few inches.
I peered cautiously into the room and there reflected in the mirror was my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, knees raised and spread wide.

She was furiously fucking herself with a large dildo.
It was moving easily in and out of her ever religious ever sophisticated immensely educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes were clamped shut and she was pushing up on her feet raising herself up to meet its thrusts.
She was moaning quietly.
Her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body looked fabulous with the light film of perspiration making it shine in the light.
she had a utmost perfect figure, and her twenty eight years old,young Musalmān tits were not over large, just beautiful.

My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened quickly as I watched her and for the first time I was having sexual thought of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law.
I stayed and watched for a while as she unknowingly displayed her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body for me.
I walked quietly downstairs and back to the living room.
Ålī Abī Tālib was all smiles,

“Well, Dad, thank you very much. I can see that you saw her and that you liked it,” he said with a grin nodding towards my tenting trousers.

I was immensely grave now.
“Oh sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib” I smiled gravely sophisticatedly.

“Dad, you never need to apologise. It’s your duty to us being our family head, to solve our problems in the ever best way you can do it. You are only obliging us by attending your duty even if it is unpleasant to you.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled, “It’s what I was hoping would happen. It means you find her attractive in ways you never did before, and that this plan has a chance of working.”

Then with some shyness he said,
“It looks like you have a reasonable package there, may I ask you how big you are?”

Now it was my turn to be cautious.
I coughed,

“About seven and a half or eight inches,” I replied quietly,

Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“Believe me, Dad, she will love it that’s such a good size, about an inch or so more than me.”

He opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out an envelope.

“Well, what do you think, are you up for it?”

He looked at the package in his hands and was thoughtful,

“I don’t want to sound pushy or disrespectful to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, but this really is important to me, and it will be to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, when she is yours.”

I nodded at him and toasted him with my juice.

“You must be the most loving and caring husband there is, to think of her needs above your own, to put your pride to one side like you have and ask me to do this for you must have taken a lot of courage. Now I know why I love and respect you.”
I whispered it, however, not being used to giving such compliments to my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib.

We hugged and shook hands.
It was an emotional moment.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the extent Ålī Abī Tālib trusted me!
There was only one potentiality.
Most of my Musalmān friends had sacrificed similarly for their beautiful yet sex obsessed Musalmān wives.
They were grateful to their immensely loving Musalmān husbands primarily, but gradually they started even disgracing and hating them, even in public.
They lost their respect even for their immensely loving Musalmān husbands.
They cuckolded them gradually ultimately even disgracing them to the extent to use them as our foot rest, our pedestals.
They even compelled their sacrificing Musalmān husbands to lick clean their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses too, after I fucked them.
They had absolutely forgotten that it were their Musalmān husbands who pleaded with me to fuck them.
They were proud of their immense Musalmān beauty, gradually ultimately that won me for them forever.
They hated their Musalmān husbands’ importance to satisfy them sexually, whatsoever the hell the circumstances were.
What was the guarantee there, Ålī Abī Tālib would never get the same treatment from his ever hyper sexual Musalmān wife, my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad?
I sighed.
Ålī Abī Tālib was playing a dangerous game, potentially immensely detrimental to him, and he was not listening to my ever honest ever sincere warnings to him.

Chapter 20
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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 Audacity: 18

The Audacity

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 18

Durgesh Al Saħar Al Iqbāl
Durgesh Al Zubaydah Al Imām
Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī

Durgesh Fātimah Bint Asad
Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib

I was surprised to see a female Musalmān Police woman smiling lewdly at what she had discovered.
I smiled and lowered the window.
She said,
“It seems like you have a problem there, sir, but that the young Musalmān lady is handling it – so to speak.”

Al Saħar Al Iqbāl smiled, undid my zip and allowed my Hindu monster to spring free.

“Officer, could you do me a favor?” I said smiling at her as she gawped at it. “Please go into that shop and hold everyone in there for an hour on a drugs investigation.”
I slipped £2,000 into her hand.

“May I ask why?” she said.

“My son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, is in there and I am going to fuck his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend,” I winked at her arrogantly.

“Please inform him, after an hour, that I paid “1,000 to get him released more quickly,” I said passing her another grand.

“I have your number plate, so I may look you up, I too need that big Uncut Hindu thing into me, instead of your bloody money. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is more famous, more needed, more popular and more obsessed to, among us Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies, than even yourself are. Take your bloody money back and promise me that big thing inside me. You would certainly find my services are more faithful and more dependable.” she said smiling down at my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Oh, don’t worry for that. Keep the money however as the bonus too. I look forward to it.”

The next thing Nādirshāh Durrānī knew the shop had been sealed off and all Nādirshāh Durrānī was told was that an investigation needed to be carried out.

Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and I arrived back at the house.
We were still smiling and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was still teasing me with her excellent Musalmān cleavage.
We went upstairs to my office where she peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her lacy bra which supported her massive firm bouncy Musalmān tits.
I released my Hindu monster and asked her to compare it with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s.
She grabbed it and pressed it between her deep Musalmān cleavage.

“I didn’t even notice when Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān nūnī was between these, but I think I have to be blind not to notice yours.”

she said in her posh sweet little girl’s voice.
My 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock started driving between her Musalmān tits.
It was easily long enough to reach up into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and back into her throat.
This was what Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had wanted all evening and once again I had made it happen.
She looked so pretty sucking on me desperately whilst my hands squeezed and enjoyed her huge Musalmān tits.
I was building to a huge climax when someone suddenly opened the bedroom door.

My heart stopped for the third Time that night.
I turned and saw Al Zubaydah Al Imām standing there with her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth open, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s wife and my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī’s best friend.*

Al Zubaydah Al Imām was just 5 or so years younger than my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī.
They had returned and Al Zubaydah Al Imām had come upstairs to find her daughter whilst her friend sorted out the charity things downstairs.

This was Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s Ammī, Al Zubaydah Al Imām, who was looking at her daughter’s red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lips around My huge Hindu weapon.
I had my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat and the shaft was wrapped in her huge melons. Al Zubaydah Al Imām just stood there for a few seconds before saying:

“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife is downstairs. Lucky it was me who came upstairs first huh. Enjoying my daughter’s Musalmān tits, are you? Ever wondered where she inherited them from, big Uncut Hindu Lund?”

With that Al Zubaydah Al Imām bent forward and pressed her huge 40FF Musalmān tits together.
They didn’t normally sag at all but when Al Zubaydah Al Imām pressed her arms around and underneath her Musalmān tits the sight was even more amazing as her Cocktail dress she had worn to the charity do barely contained her amazing Musalmān boobs which were even bigger than her daughter’s.

She looked at Al Saħar Al Iqbāl:

“Are you enjoying His large Uncut Hindu Lund , well, should I say unbelievably large Uncut Hindu Cock, darling. More than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s, I would guess? What would Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl say, Durgesh?”

Al Zubaydah Al Imām just smiled at me, looking between my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock and my eyes. Al Zubaydah Al Imām added:
“My best friend, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, is downstairs and Allah knows where your son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, is. Your best friend, my husband, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, thinks you are an honorable Hindu man, but you seem to be staring at his wife, Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s, huge Musalmān tits with your Uncut Hindu Lund down his daughter’s Musalmān throat.”

With my eyes fixed on Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s Musalmān tits I felt my Hindu balls spasm and my Uncut Hindu Lund increased in size impossibly.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had no ability to take this amount of cum as a night’s teasing was released down Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s throat.
I pushed in and filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān mouth with my Hindu Vīrý abundantly.

I still had plenty left.
I smiled and beckoned Al Zubaydah Al Imām towards me.
As she slid my huge slick Uncut Hindu Cock between her enormous firm Musalmān tits she whispered,
“Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl would kill you, Durgesh, if he knew.”
“That’s right, Al Zubaydah Al Imām darling,” I winked at her lewdly, significantly and cunningly, “If he knew. Poor Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl. How can he know after all? Neither you are going to tell him, nor Al Saħar Al Iqbāl. And I am not stupid enough to tell him.”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and I, all the three of us smiled wickedly, cunningly and winking at each other.

I pressed my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Musalmān lips and to Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s amazement started to fuck her Ammī’s Musalmān tits and head.
I came endlessly down Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s throat and said arrogantly:
“You may have been married to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl for over 20 years, but 20 seconds of my Uncut Hindu Cock are worth more than all those years with Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl. Remember,
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash,”

My Uncut Hindu Cock was pressed down her Musalmān throat and was releasing my Hindu cum endlessly when I gave her an ultimatum:

“Al Zubaydah Al Imām, you have a 5 % share in the company Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl and I have invested in. He stands to make £10 million tomorrow if you vote with me on the share deal, if you cast your vote for me I will make the money. It has been a private competition but Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl thinks he has the edge because of your vote. Betray Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl or you will never enjoy this Hindu monster after tonight.”

“What makes you think I would vote for you?” Al Zubaydah Al Imām asked as my Uncut Hindu Cock finally left her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.

I flipped her over and drove my Uncut Hindu Cock inside of her.
She shuddered at the enormity of it as it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, the way Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s cut Musalmān nūnī never would.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl giggled:
“I think that is the winning move by Durgesh, Ammī, – poor Abbū, he never had a chance. I don’t think he has his cut Musalmān nūnī anywhere around this ever greatest ever miraculous ever utmost wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund. It’s a lifetime offer for you from Durgesh the greatest lover of us Musalmān Beauties, of us extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”

When Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl heard the result the next day he was livid.
He phoned Al Zubaydah Al Imām to ask what had happened.
Her vote should have secured me the deal and more importantly I would finally have got one over him.

“Al Zubaydah Al Imām, did you vote today?” he said urgently.

“Oh yes, Durgesh said to vote for him as it would help you. Oh!” she stifled a groan, “Do you want to speak to Durgesh? Hold on, he is just here… Oh fuck yes, ram your enormous Uncut Hindu Lund in me, you Hindu stud.”

Thankfully she had pressed mute before the final sentence.
I had screwed my business partner, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, and now I was screwing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zubaydah Al Imām, again.

“I win again Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl,” I said as I blasted my Hindu cum into Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s wife and grabbed her huge Musalmān tits.

Al Zubaydah Al Imām took the phone and said to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl:
“Don’t tell me Durgesh has screwed us, Allah, oh God,”
The ‘Allah, oh God’ related to me thrusting back inside her but Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl thought it was shock about the money.
“Out of a lot of money, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl? Don’t worry, I am sure I can convince Durgesh to give me half back.”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām hung up and pressed her Musalmān tits into My face.
Can I?
Al Zubaydah Al Imām laughed as I kissed her huge nipples and mauled her massive firm Musalmān tits in both hands.

“Something tells me I am going to be competing with my daughter for this ever greatest Uncut Hindu Lund but I am always a winner too, Durgesh. Your wife is my best friend and she trusts me implicitly but I still can’t get enough of your Uncut Hindu Cock. Isn’t it a tragedy you must end immediately?”
I smiled, nodded and obliged her.

I had therefore turned up at the wedding wondering just what would happen.
As I sat at the table alone I stared at the table containing Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and her Ammī.
They were competing for how much cleavage they could show and I strummed my fingers along my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
Next thing I knew there was a hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock and as I turned, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was crossing her long legs and whispering in my ear:

“Let me do that for you.”

I replied:

“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , your boyfriend and my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, are standing 10 yards away.”

“Lost your nerve eh. Well this is worth taking risks for,” she said unzipping me.

“And it is 3 days since you have had your hands on these legs,” she said.

She crossed her long legs and smiled into my eyes as she started giving me a hand job.

I caved in and started enjoying her firm tanned Musalmān thighs with my hand.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī slid under the table and took my Uncut Hindu Cock head in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth just before Nādirshāh Durrānī walked over.
I couldn’t believe he got myself in these positions.
No one had seen Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī slip under the table and I now proceeded to force my Uncut Hindu Cock down her lips whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī moaned to his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh, about what a bitch Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was.

I wasn’t really listening and my eyes drifted past Nādirshāh Durrānī to Al Zubaydah Al Imām who was staring straight at me.

“Naughty Hindu man” she mouthed. “Cum now.”

I realized someone knew exactly where Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was and what she was doing.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām pressed her Musalmān tits together whilst she sat next to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl and the sight of those Musalmān tits compared with Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s expert manipulation of my Hindu weapon meant that I had to fire.

I turned to Nādirshāh Durrānī as I started to explode and said with immense control and sophistication:

“I heard you and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī broke up and the office rumors are that she is seeing some stud. I’m sorry,”

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī squeezed my balls and the volume of my Hindu cum increased down her Musalmān throat.

“I know she is very pretty, son, but I am sure you will find another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend soon. I may have to bring Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī round for dinner as Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I are working very closely together right now,” I said as I finally started to pull my Uncut Hindu Lund from her lips.

I looked over at Al Zubaydah Al Imām who mouthed “me next” at me.
I nodded my agreement to Al Zubaydah Al Imām, stroked Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s hair under the table and smiled at my good Bhogyantrānk.
Well, I never missed my Stavans whatsoever, the hell, the circumstances were ever.
Nādirshāh Durrānī had been single for some Time after he had been ditched over the phone by Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī took Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father’s huge Uncut Hindu Cock up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot and she explained to Nādirshāh Durrānī that she had found a proper Hindu man.
Even then, Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to understand extremely imprudently my point of view.
His Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, ultimately lost her patience,
“Have you gone entirely crazy, Varchésh?”
“Nādirshāh Durrānī, Ammī, please,” Nādirshāh Durrānī protested.
“To hell with your bloody Nādirshāh Durrānī.” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī thundered at her son, “How many times I have told you Nādirshāh Durrānī was a looter, a dacoit. He wasn’t any ideal for any human being.”
“That’s a Hindu view, Ammī. Hindus never appreciated any Islamic Warriors. They called them Pseudo Musalmīn always.”
“Stop it.” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī was immensely furious at him, “you ever impotent, you are teaching me Jihād?”
“Someone has to do it, Ammī.” Nādirshāh Durrānī said gravely, “I can’t expect that from my ever sexiest, ever immoral, ever dirtiest Hindu father, Durgesh. Naturally, I have to remind you, therefore, you are a Musalmān doshīzah. We Musalmīn have a mission of existence.”
“Sure,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī said immensely sarcastically, “to loot the non Musalmīn, to plunder them, to massacre them, as your ever ideal, Nādirshāh Durrānī, the looter, did.”
“Ammī, my Hindu father Durgesh has fucked your Īmān too.”
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī could not bear it.
She slapped her son belligerently.
Nādirshāh Durrānī smiled.
“Sorry, Ammī, you always have this right. You can slap me anywhere anytime you think you should discipline me. I am your son. My Jannat-e-Firdaus is under your ever muqaddastarīn feet. But sorry, I can’t let my ever immoral Hindu father, Durgesh, fuck my Īmān too, as you always let him do it to your own Īmān.”
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī smiled ironically.
Your Hindu father, Durgesh, has never fucked my Īmān, you stupid. You are so filled with your ever irrational ever communal prejudices that you never listened to your parents. You hate your father because he is a Hindu, but he still loves you.”
“Oh, sure, by fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends one by one?”
“Why not? If they cheat you, your father has a moral duty to show you that they are cheaters. They don’t love you.”
“And he can do it, only by fucking them?”
“That’s the ultimate evidence that they don’t love you, isn’t it? If they can even fuck your Hindu father, instead of being loyal and faithful to you and to your immensely moral masculine Muslim love, what the hell else remains to show you that they are not suitable to be your wife?”*

There had been something of a difficult atmosphere at home recently, no arguments or anything.
I did not know what the problem was.
My Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, seemed so quiet and stressed, not his usual chirpy self.
He had recently been ill with some heart problem.
He appeared to be okay now, yet still was on medication.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, also seemed affected.
She was putting on a happy face, trying to be cheerful and act as normal as possible.
It was normally such a happy home.
I loved them both and hated to see them in this sort of mood.
Ålī Abī Tālib was an ever faithful son to me, despite he was Nādirshāh Durrānī’s one of the closest friends, and his Māmūzād Cousin even.
Ålī Abī Tālib was not my real son, while Nādirshāh Durrānī was.
Only Ålī Abī Tālib’s Ammī, Fātimah Bint Asad, was my Live in relationship partner now,after she kicked her husband, Abī Tālib, out of her house.
“You? You are suspecting that I’m having a clandestine affair with Durgesh?”
Abī Tālib looked at her gravely.
“Fātimah Bint Asad, I can appreciate your intelligent move to replace me with Durgesh in your sex life, but at least you should have been bold enough not to keep it clandestine.”
Fātimah Bint Asad was dumbfounded.
She could not believe Abī Tālib was accusing her of infidelity with Durgesh.
“Abī Tālib,” Fātimah Bint Asad controlled herself beyond every nerve she could muster, “I don’t know how should I reply you legally. But as it happens this is my residence. Leave my residence immediately. I can’t bear you here any more.”
Abī Tālib was startled himself.
“Fātimah Bint Asad, I mean…”
Fātimah Bint Asad lost her temper.
She just started kicking Abī Tālib with her feet alternately one by one.
“Leave my residence immediately, damn you. Haven’t you listened to what I said? Get out. At once.”
Every effort of Abī Tālib, to reconciliation, went worthless.
Fātimah Bint Asad didn’t want to listen to even a single word from Abī Tālib.
Abī Tālib had to leave the residence without any delay.
He felt himself humiliated beyond forgiveness.
Fātimah Bint Asad kept kicking him with her feet until he literally was not out of her residence.*

They lived in Ved Nagar where everybody important knew everybody else important similarly.
I got home at around eleven thirty and was surprised to see my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, in the living room on his own drinking, which was quite unusual.
He was not a big drinker, although he did have an occasional tipple and always with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
However, this time she had gone to bed, he had had a couple, although he was far from drunk and was quite lucid.

“Hi Ålī Abī Tālib, you okay?” I asked him.

“Oh hi Dad, I’m fine thanks, grab a juice from the fridge and join me, please.”

Well that was unusual, although I did have and a juice with him sometimes, it was not usual at this time of night.
I sat on the sofa opposite Ålī Abī Tālib and took a sip of my juice.
He was quiet for a couple of seconds, I waited for him to speak, and he was fidgeting with his glass and obviously had something on his mind.

“Dad, I am sure you have noticed a little tension just recently, I apologise you for that.”

“No worries, Ålī Abī Tālib” I answered interrupting him.

He smiled at me weakly,
“You’re a good Dad, Durgesh Pāpājī, but there are worries, you are sixty four now yet the only man here to hear what I have got to tell you,”

He took another sip of his whisky, took a deep breath and continued.

“Since my illness there are certain things I cannot do any more,”

“Ålī Abī Tālib, I will do all I can, to help you, you know that, you opted to live with me instead of your real Abbū, Abī Tālib. I’d promised you that you would never have to regret for this decision.” I said interrupting him.

“Pāpājī, I’m grateful for that. Abbū disowned even me. He suspected I was an illicit son of my Ammī, Fātimah Bint Asad, and you.”
“Forget that, Ålī Abī Tālib, it doesn’t make any difference. I said you are my son, because Fātimah Bint Asad is your Ammī.”
“I’m sorry that my sisters raped you. They refused to accept you their father.”
“Well, that is already a history now, Ålī Abī Tālib.” I smiled, “That can’t be reversed anyhow. Your sisters are my Live in relationship partners now, yes, but you are still my son. Don’t worry. Want me do something for you?”
“Sure, and thanks a lot. That’s kind of what I was hoping,” he chuckled, “but please hear me out this is going to be very hard for me.”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked into his glass and was obviously searching for the right words.

“I have not been able to get an erection for quite some time now,” he blurted out. “I am not sure if the medication is affecting me or that my illness has had an adverse and unexpected side effect.”

I was pleased that he found me man enough to talk to, but I felt awkward at what I had been told and looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely.

“Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, has been very understanding and has very loving and patient,” he pointed out. “But I know she misses sex badly.”

Ålī Abī Tālib was now blushing and was finding this confession to even me, a very very hard work for him.”

I thought about what he had said and tried to reassure him, but I was also surprised at his confession and what he had said about Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.

“I am sure it will all come good. Just be patient and try not to worry.” I said trying to reassure him.

He waved his hand in a gesture of defeat,

“The doctor said that he was not sure about my recovery and that it probably never will recover at all.”

He looked thoughtfully into his glass again as if hoping to find an answer to his problem there.

“I know that a Father in Law should not hear things like this about his Daughter in Law, but life and people go on the same, even after they have had children.”

He paused and looked at me, “Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, is a very sexual person she really loves making love, she will do it at the drop of a hat, or should that be trousers,” he chuckled.

“She would never refuse me at all, she really likes sex, more than that she adores it and although I try to satisfy her in other ways it is not the same for her, I have even brought her a dildo. I know she misses the feel of,”

He looked away for a second.
This was becoming very difficult for him.
Ålī Abī Tālib was a proud Muslim and this admission to me was hurting him very much.
Yet Ålī Abī Tālib hadn’t another option.

“I know she misses the feel of a stiff penis,” Ålī Abī Tālib said, “Allah! Oh fuck, let’s say it as it is after all we are both grown men, she misses a good hard cock.” Ålī Abī Tālib stressed.

I was shocked into silence as Ålī Abī Tālib described Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s personal habits and thoughts of her getting fucked came into my mind.
I tried to ignore them.
I had always acknowledged that she is a good-looking woman for twenty eight, very slim with a nice figure, but I have never looked on her in any way sexual before.

“I am sorry for her, Ålī Abī Tālib,” I replied sincerely.

“I know Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib answered softly, “this must be difficult for you, but we have always been mates and you are the only sensible one and logically the only person that can really help.”

I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.
I had no idea at all what I could do to help them in this situation.

“Do you find your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, attractive, or is she repulsive to you?” he asked.

I was taken aback by the suddenness of the question.
“That’s a strange question to ask,” I paused and considered my words, “she is a very pretty lady, and she has a nice looking female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body,”

I answered gravely at speaking about her in those terms.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at me.

“Yes she is, isn’t she? And she could pull any man in this Ved Nagar if she wanted to.”

I nodded agreement, my eyes looked elsewhere, not looking at him.

“I want you to know that I love her dearly and she loves me, it’s for that reason that I am talking to you now.” Ålī Abī Tālib explained quietly.

“I want your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to get what she has been missing, she needs to be satisfied.”

I jerked my head up and looked at him with surprise,
“You want Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, to take a lover, is that what you are telling me?” my voice sounded sharp and angry.

“Well sort of, but please hear me out before you form any rash opinions of me.” He said.

“If she is to do that, it would soon get about and I would hate that, for her to get a bad reputation and sully the family’s good name.”

He shifted to the edge of his seat,
“It has to be someone who is totally discreet, a person that loves her and can give her the affection she seeks.”

He shifted his eyes back to his empty glass and poured himself another small shot.
I took a slug of my juice.

“Let me tell you a secret, your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, has always had a fantasy, and that is to be sexually dominated by a man, perhaps even more than it may be a real desire. She would want to be his sort of slave to be at his beck and call and do his bidding.”

I sat open mouthed as Ålī Abī Tālib continued to talk about Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, like this.

“I was never able to totally fulfil that for her in that way, so it has to be someone that can be like that for her, someone who can grow into the role, but to do it with the love he feels for her.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, where do you hope to find some one like that?” I asked him with a touch of anger still in my voice.

He sat back in his chair,
“There is only one person that has all those qualities,” he answered looking me in the eye, “There is only one person who can help me and more importantly help your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,” he answered in a whisper.

Then a little louder with confidence in his voice,
“That person is you, Pāpājī .”*

Chapter 19
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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