Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 28

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Durgesh

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Chapter 28

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

one more Suraiyā Jamāl

I stayed there with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  buried inside her, enjoying the feeling of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot embracing every inch of my hard Sixty Six years old Hindu flesh.

I eased it out to the tip, then plunging it back inside started fucking her.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed as I hammered away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot.

“That’s a good father in law!” Åbbās yelled, “Take your Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ! That’s your Musalmān Choot now! isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement as I continued my Hindu assault on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“It is my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, joined in, “Anytime you want it! Anyway you want it! Your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot is all yours!”

“Pull her fucking hair! Really give it to her!”

I grabbed the end of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s sweat soaked hair and pulled back hard on it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped and lifting her head from the chair arched her back.

That caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  to enter her at a different angle and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God! Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh,  you’re fucking your Bahū Bégum so hard and I love it!”

“That’s it, just fuck her now!” Åbbās moaned, “As hard as you can! Fuck her until you cum!”

That was going to be much longer as my never tired legs were refusing to shake and I could not feel my balls gathering for release yet.

Letting Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hair go, I grabbed the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass and spread them open to better enjoy the view of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  tearing into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My eyes fixed on her young Musalmān ass that was filling my nude Hindu male lap constantly nonstop.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cried out in surprise and Åbbās moaned,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! even I didn’t think of that.”

I moaned at the sensation of feeling my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund sliding through the thin Musalmān skin between Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass and pussy and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s squeals of delight were telling me she loved it as well.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rose up and bracing her hands on the back of the chair, rocked back and forth, shoving my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her.

I was fucking her so hard my balls were slapping against her twenty eight years old young Musalmān Choot  and she was now wailing continuously as I hammered away on her hot little Musalmān box.

I cried out as she contracted her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and young Musalmān ass around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, milking it as I fucked her.

I gasped at the feeling of my hot Hindu  cum flowing up through my cock and began moaning in between each thrust.

The moans turned to whispers and after several more savage pumps, I cried out and buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hold it!” Åbbās called out.

Like they did in the movies I squeezed the base of my cock, moaning at the effort to hold back my cum.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slipped off the chair onto her knees and grabbing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd surrendered to me completely.

I released my cock and cried out as a tremendous spurt of cum erupted onto my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s waiting Musalmān Choot.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, jerked my cock, and the next spurt struck her deeper.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned her face so I would get that side as well.

I stood there, moaning and watching, as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, used my spurting ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to fill her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely.

I heard a gasp and turned to see Åbbās pumping his cock fast and hard.

He cried out and a long thick spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock.

I released a whisper as the last of my load oozed from my spent cock.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly leaned forward and taking it in her mouth caused me to cry out as she sucked hard enough to get a couple of more drops from me.

Next to us, Åbbās moaned and almost fell back into his chair as the last of his cum splattered onto the floor near the chair.

Exhausted I sank to my knees onto Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare back and stared at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  face.
I started to try to get up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shoulder and leaning over said in my ear, “If that’s the worst that happens, it’s okay, Durgesh.”

“I…I didn’t mean to.” Åbbās said, causing me to look at him in surprise. “I really just wanted to watch.” Looking directly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, he added, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well take your sorry ass out of my house, you got what you wanted, you twisted fuck, now go!”

And she didn’t want me to start up?

Åbbās stared at us and standing; pulled his pants up over his still dripping cock.

To my relief he backed away from us towards the door.

“I’m going, but lady, you have to be kidding to say I’m the twisted fuck. The two of you went at it like porn stars. I was just an excuse for you sickos’ to have at it.”

He had continued to back away and was now next to the front door.

Reaching behind him to grab the handle, Åbbās laughed,

“Hey, you should be thanking me; I gave you the chance to break the ice!”

Opening the door he stepped through it and slammed it shut behind him.

The second he left I should have felt a sense of relief, but instead my body started to shake and I felt as if I were going to pass out.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked,

Durgesh, are you okay?”

“I…Oh, my God, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What the hell did we just do?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t answer right away, instead her eyes stared into mine and she seemed to be waiting for me to say more, when I didn’t she said softly,

“We did what we had to.”

I asked,

“What about you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” she nodded then gave me a tired smile,

“Hell, two orgasms and fucked by a guy as utmost experienced as more than twice  your age is many women’s idea of a good time.”

“But not if it’s their father in law.” I said, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!  Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what about Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq?”

“Well…”

“And,” I continued, my voice cracking, “What about us?”

“First of all, we are not going to tell my husband. I told you that when we started.” She rolled her eyes, “I think you know why.”

“But…”

Durgesh, neither of us got hurt. The whacko even said he was sorry about what he did to us, there is no reason for Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq to know, all it will do is freak him out.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “I guess you’re right, but we, I mean…I…”

Durgesh, it’s okay.” Tossing the shirt away, she slid over and put her arms around me.

I was aware of her tits pressing into me and the fact we were totally naked.

It hadn’t bothered me a few minutes ago, but now that it was over I felt like it should.

Still, it felt good to have her arms around me and I hugged her back tightly.

“Listen, my ultimate Hindu husband.” She said in my ear. “We did what he wanted so he wouldn’t do worse. You and I just went through a tough experience and you were amazing during it, but now you’re scared and that’s okay, but don’t worry about what we did, it’s why we’re okay now and like I told you, we were just acting out…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I paused, then went ahead with what was really bothering me, “Were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, kept her arms on my shoulders, but eased back until she was looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I mean I know we had to, but you were really into it and some of the things you did he didn’t ask for and you seemed calm and…” I shrugged, “You still seem calm you even made a joke about it. So were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd smile,

“Were you?”

“Huh?” I asked, caught off guard.

“Were you acting my ultimate Hindu husband? Because you sure didn’t need much coaxing once we got going and at the end you couldn’t fuck me fast enough.” I started to smile and she made it worse with her next question. “So, do you really wanted to fuck me?”

“I…um…” I couldn’t keep looking at her and turning my head whispered, “Yes, but it didn’t mean I wanted to do that, I…it was just kind of…”

“I wanted it too. More than you did.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

I turned back to look at her and started to speak, but she put her finger to my lips.

Durgesh, like I said this was a bizarre situation and maybe we were so caught up in doing what we had to adrenalin took over and we got into it, or maybe this perv was right and we wanted each other. One way or another, there is a lot to talk about, but we’re both exhausted and not thinking straight so this is what I want you to do.”

Pointing down the all she said, “I want you to go take a long hot shower and go to bed.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, no way can I sleep! I…”

“You’re coming off one hell of an emotional rush, you’d be surprised. Now do as I ask, if nothing else lay there and rest your body. I’m going to,” she frowned at the puddle of Åbbās’s cum on the floor. “Clean up and do the same thing.”

“The maid will clean up,” I told her.

“No,” she kissed me on the cheek, “Just get some rest.”

I sighed and stood up.

As I did my cock ended up directly in front of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face and she winked,

“No, there are worse things.”

She turned away after she said it blushing again.

I headed down the hallway to take a shower.

I entered the bathroom and turning on the hot water, went to get in when I noticed there was no towel.

Leaving the water running, I left the bathroom and opened the door to the closet to grab a couple.

When I closed the door, I glanced down the hallway into the living room and saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was sitting on the chair.

She was still naked and I saw she was on her cell. Who the hell would she be calling right after that?

I felt my stomach twist at the thought Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq may have called to say he landed and a wave of guilt flowed though me.

Putting my head down I went into the shower and tried to wash away the shame of what we had done.

No, it wasn’t the shame of the act that was bothering me, but the simple fact that we had enjoyed it.*

I jumped at the sound of a car door in the driveway and sat up, my heart pounding.

I looked out my partially open bedroom window and sighed when I saw it was Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq coming home.

I had come to bed an hour ago and had been drifting in and out of a troubled sleep filled with alternating visions of fucking my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, then being confronted by my friend who had found out we had.

I let out a deep breath and lay back on the pillows.

As it had since I’d come to bed the visual of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blowing me entered my mind, followed by a montage of images from our incestuous romp.

I kept hearing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saying how much she wanted me, but told myself it was the heat and stress of the Moment. However, the look on her face when we were doing it…

“Please stop it,” I whispered inwardly, “Just shut it down!”

I closed my eyes and tried to think about work, anything to keep from thinking about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I had just started to nod off when I heard the distinct click of my door opening.

My eyes snapped open and I saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entering the room.

She closed the door behind her and walking over to my bed, looked down at me,

“Can’t sleep, my ultimate Hindu husband?”

“No.” I said.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing her robe from earlier and sitting on the edge of my bed, she put her hand on my chest, “Neither can I.” she paused, then added, “I want to talk to you.”

“Sure.” I started to sit up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pushed on my chest.

“Stay where you are.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, climbed onto the bed and grabbing the sheet, pulled it off of me, exposing the fact I was naked beneath.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “I’m…”

“Not like I haven’t seen it.” She said with a smile. “And my ultimate Hindu husband you have nothing to be ashamed of.” To my surprise, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was already growing and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, nodded approvingly.

“Hmm, that’s a good sign for me.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what are you….oh.”

I gasped as she reached down and stroked my rapidly stiffening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Durgesh, I…want you.” She whispered. “And I have a confession to make, I…I’ve wanted you for a while now.”

“You…you do?” I managed as she stroked me faster.

“I do, I don’t know who Åbbās was, but honey he was right, I’ve been teasing you and trying to get you to want me. I was scared when he first started tonight, but when he said you watched those movies I…” leaning down she kissed me softly,

“I decided I would give you everything those young Musalmān women gave their Hindu father in law in the videos and hoped you would want more.”

Sitting up, she released my now erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and untying her robe, slipped it from her shoulders, revealing those perfect young Musalmān tits and that amazing fiery red Musalmān bush. “So my ultimate Hindu husband, do you want more?”

“We…we shouldn’t.” I whispered as leaning over she teasingly trailed her long red hair against my chest and stomach.

“That’s not the question. Should doesn’t matter anymore because we already have, now it’s about do you want me the way I want you?”

Her lips were now brushing my stomach and I placed my hands in her soft red hair. “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.” I said simply.

“Will never know. We won’t tell, just a little secret between a naughty Bahū Bégum and her equally naughty Hindu stepfather in law.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tossed her hair over her shoulder so I could get a clear view of her lips trialing towards my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. “You going to be my naughty Hindu stepfather in law?”

She reached my Uncut Hindu Lund and I moaned as she kissed the head before taking it into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and bobbing her head slowly.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God,” I moaned, “I’ll be anything you want me to be!”

“Good answer,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed as she removed me from her mouth. “But a little different this time.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, took me back into her mouth and with a sigh sucked me slowly, taking me about halfway each time, before working her soft lips back to the tip.

I ran my hand along her back and reaching her ass, slid my hand down between her legs.

My fingers found her wet pussy, then her swollen clit.

As she took her time sucking me, I rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“Hmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hummed while taking me deep into her young Musalmān mouth.

We continued to take our time enjoying each other, then Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat up and bracing her hands on my chest swung her leg over my hips so she was straddling me.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd rocked back and forth and I groaned at the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing along my lower stomach just over my yearning Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned over and began to move side to side, playfully sliding her nipple across my lips.

She laughed, when reaching up, I grabbed her tits and holding them still kissed one nipple, then the other.

“Yeah, nice and easy this time.” She said, and then hummed when I sucked on her left nipple.

She leaned away, taking her nipple from me, but sliding back placed her pussy against my cock.

She rocked up and down, sliding my hard Hindu flesh between her wet Musalmān labial lips.

I released a proud whisper and with another laugh she rose up and reaching back, guided me into her.

Unlike last time she lowered herself slowly, allowing us both to enjoy the sensation of every inch of my hard Hindu flesh slipping inside her young Musalmān Choot.

When I was completely buried in her warm moist Musalmān Choot, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and moved her hips slowly riding me.

Leaning down, she slid her arms underneath mine and kissed me.

Again, unlike before this kiss was soft and sweet, her lips lightly caressing mine.

She hugged me close to her as she continued to kiss and wrapping my arms around her slender waist I pulled her even closer to me.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her lips from mine and nuzzling her face into my neck began kissing me gently just under my ear.

“Oh, that’s nice” she cooed, “Out there we fucked and I loved it, but this time, nice and easy, this time we love each other.”

Her words caused a lump to grow in my throat and even as I worked my cock slowly in and out of her I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Love her. That’s what we were doing, we were making love.

As if reading my thoughts, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, continued, “That’s right my ultimate Hindu husband, what can be wrong with this? A Bahū Bégum and stepfather in law simply choosing to use their bodies as well as their hearts to love each other? This isn’t wrong my ultimate Hindu husband; it just brings us closer together.”

As good as her words sounded and her body felt pressed against me, I repeated my greatest problem with this. “But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …”

“I love him too and I can love you both.” She moaned softly as she began rocking faster and coming down harder on my cock. “He travels so much now; you can take care of me in every way when he’s gone.”

She playfully flicked my ear lobe with her tongue,

“You going to take care of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my ultimate Hindu husband? You going to keep her company and show her how much you love her?”

“Yes.” I told her and before I even realized I was going to do it, I wrenched my shoulder off the bed and twisted our bodies, pushing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to the side.

She yelped in surprise, and then moaned in delight as we rolled over and I was now on top of her, looking down at her as I pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in and out of her wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh, this is so nice!” she told me.

She smiled up at me and taken by how beautiful she was I lowered my lips to hers and as she had done, wrapped my arms beneath her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put hers around me as well and began lightly trailing her nails across my back.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist, drawing me even deeper inside her and moaned,

“I love you my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“I love you to,” I told her as I gently made love to her.

I buried my face in her neck and kissed the soft creamy flesh between her neck and shoulder.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was moaning softly in my ear and had begun to move her hips in perfect rhythm with mine.

Although I had had sex with countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān  girls over the last couple of years and been soft and sweet with them, I had never made love like this before recently.

But then again had I ever loved any of them the way I did my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s moans in my ear were driving me crazy and even as slow as I was going I could feel my body beginning to tremble as it prepared to cum yet again for my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

Sensing my body tightening, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered,

“That’s it my ultimate Hindu husband, let me have it inside this time. I want to feel my ultimate Hindu husband cum deep inside me.”

Her words pushed me over the edge and unable to help it I started pumping faster and within seconds I moaned loudly in her ear as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  erupted inside her.

“Ohh, that feels good, my ultimate Hindu husband!” she groaned as I continued to fill her with my hot Hindu cum.

I moaned as she began clenching her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund , milking every last drop deepest into willing Musalmān flesh.

When my spent cock had no more to give, I started to push up, but hugging me tightly, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered, “Stay right here, let me hold you.”

I let myself relax against her and sighed contentedly as she played with my hair.

I could feel my cock growing soft inside her and she purred in my ear as she held me.

My head jerked and I realized I had started to doze off, while lying there, still inside her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked up at me and smiled,

“See, a sensitive Bahū Bégum knows what her ultimate Hindu husband needs, now how about you lie on your side and I’ll curl up and spend the night with you?”

I smiled and nodded.

I rolled over on my side and a Moment later felt Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, press her warm nude young Musalmān body against me.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits pushing into my chest and she slipping her arm around my waist pulled me further against her.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was once again into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd lay on her back pulling me on her nude young Musalmān body.

Kissing my back, she said softly,

“Go to sleep my ultimate Hindu husband, we’ll figure this all out tomorrow okay? From now on I’m your bed myself. Just lie on me enjoying me as you damn please!”

“Okay.” I murmured already slipping off into sleep, “Love you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Love you too, my ultimate Hindu husband.”*

I opened my eyes and with an effort lifted my head.

Blinking to clear my vision I focused on the alarm clock and saw it was just after midnight.

The last time I looked at the clock it had been just after ten thirty.

I was so tired; I could barely keep my eyes opened, but wondered what had awoken me.

I heard the sound of my door click and realized Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s arm was no longer around me.

I sat up to see her just leaving my room and started to speak, when I heard the sound of a car door, next to my window.

I turned my head and felt my stomach lurch as I saw Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s car backed in and his broad back as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I called out, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s home!”

“I know honey,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned in the doorway to face me and help up her phone. “I had this in my robe and he called a few minutes ago, his flight was delayed then cancelled, “You must have really been asleep not to hear it ring.”

“But…I mean you were just in bed with me and…”

“Easy, my ultimate Hindu husband,” she put her hands up, “He called first and I’m going to go meet him in the living room, why on earth would he think we were in bed together?”

“I…” I shrugged, “I’m just careful about what we did and…”

“Don’t be. Durgesh, that’s the best thing about this, who would ever think anything as going on, even Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I wasn’t convinced, but didn’t reply.

Instead I swung my legs off the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans off my end table, stood and slipped them on.

“Why don’t you stay in bed, my ultimate Hindu husband?” You’ll see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq in the morning.”

“I want to see him.” I said as I made my way over to her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked nervous for the first time and asked,

“You going to be okay? You can’t say anything about Åbbās or…”

“I know.” I told her not wanting to admit I wanted to see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq because I was doubtful she might mention Åbbās.

I heard the door in the living room and went to go out there, when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped me.

“Let me go out there first. Give me a minute before you come out so it doesn’t look weird.”

I nodded, but as she walked down the hall, quietly followed her staying a few feet behind her.

When Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entered the living room, I stopped and hovered just past the doorway so Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq couldn’t see me from that side of the room.

“Hey sweetie, sorry about your trip.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“Hey sexy!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq exclaimed, “Tell you what, you’re damn sight finer looking than the jerks I was meeting up with!”

I heard a thump as Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq dropped his suit cases then the unmistakable sound of them kissing.

I gave it a few seconds then entered the room.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was hugging his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tightly as they kissed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of where my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s mouth had been not more than an hour ago.

“Hey Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

“Hey Dad!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, pulling away from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Sorry I woke you up.”

“No worries.” I told him as I made my way over

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq clapped me hard on the shoulder, but frowned as he looked at my face.

“You okay, Durgesh? You look kind of pale, feeling alright?”

“Well…”

“My poor ultimate Hindu husband got one of those migraines.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cut in, “So he went to bed early,” touching my cheek, she asked, “You feel any better?”

“Yeah, a little.” I went along with her.

“Shit, I feel bad you got up.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq frowned.

“I heard a car door, and it was late, so I…uh….just wanted to make sure it was you.”

“That’s my Hindu stepfather!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, “You really look after your Bahū Bégum, don’t you?”

I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach, but managed to come up with a smile,

“Yup, have to be the man of the house when you’re gone right?”

“Damn straight.” He laughed and put his arm around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “You have to make sure your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, here isn’t letting those good looking young guys slip in here when I’m away.”

“Oh, please.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed.

Then, giving me wink, said,

“Don’t worry, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, my ultimate husband takes damn good care of his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd when you’re not here.”

Her remark caused me to begin to alert and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq shook his head,

“Wow, now you’re flushed and you’re sweating. Why don’t you head back to bed, Dad. I’m beat and I’m heading to bed myself.”

He grinned at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Maybe not right to sleep, but right to bed.”

“Um, yeah.” I said, trying not to think about the fact my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to have sex with him after what we had just done. “Good night, guys.”

“Night, my ultimate Hindu husband,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, then laughed, “No kiss goodnight for your Bahū Bégum?”

With a resigned sigh, I turned around and kissed her on the cheek, as I did she whispered, “Please don’t worry, he won’t know.”

I nodded and without realizing I was going to do it, gave her a quick hug.

“I love how close you guys are.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, making me feel even worse than I had before.

As I walked away, he reached out and giving me a playful shove said, “Get some rest, we have to do the yard tomorrow.”

“Okay, night Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I slunk into my room and knowing I couldn’t sleep, sat on my bed.

I was thinking of trying to read when I heard Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq walk past.

Wow, they weren’t kidding about going right to bed.

Of course that meant Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq  was looking to get laid and I cringed at the thought Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to let him.

I heard their door close and found I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing, she wouldn’t really would she?

I frowned as it dawned on me I had to know. Getting up, I quietly opened my door and padded down the hallway.

The bathroom light was always left on and I closed the door partway so they wouldn’t be able to see my shadow beneath their door and moving as quietly as I could made my way over next to their door.

“Can you believe it?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I allowed a small smile to cross my face at the thought of how thin their door was and how they had never known how many times I had eavesdropped when I thought they had a surprise for me or I was in trouble.

“Believe what, that he wanted it? You were the one who started this whole thing.”

My smile disappeared at her words.

“No, I knew he wanted to, that’s why I had you start playing Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what I can’t believe is you were right and it had to be plan B.”

“He’s a good man and it was never going to happen, even if I point blank offered.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “Besides even though I know it was mean, it was hot as fucking hell!”

“Yeah it was.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq agreed, “And you were right about that being the only way it could be that nasty,” he laughed again, “You were fucking hot Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Damn hot!”

“So was my ultimate Hindu husband.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, replied, “He manned up just like you knew he would.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God! I slowly sank to my knees telling myself I wasn’t hearing them right or they were talking about something else.

“Hey, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began his voice softening, “Thanks for that, you don’t know how long I have had that fantasy. Hell, I wanted to lick you clean after he fucked you. I could taste it, but…”

“I know, I’ve heard about it for years.” She told him, “Besides it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it. Tell you what Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq; I’m glad I didn’t throw your ass out like I wanted to when you first started talking about this.”

“That makes two of us!” he laughed again, “And it being nice and nasty was exactly what I wanted.” There was a Moment of silence and he asked, “So, you get what you wanted?”

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he melted right into me, it was so sweet, so…” she purred, “so sexy!”

No, no, no, I kept thinking over and over again, I had to be dreaming.

“No hesitation?”

“None, and sleeping with him felt wonderful.”

“So…” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began, “Do you think maybe we’ll all be able to…you know, together? The thought of you between Durgesh and me…”

The three of us? My friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, with me and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, together?

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had wanted someone else?

What nonsense?

“Yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd answered, “But not right now; let’s wait until you go away a couple of times. Give him the chance to be really comfortable with me.”

“Okay.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq sighed, “I guess I can’t complain, tonight was fucking hot. Speaking of hot, why don’t you take that robe off and spread those sexy legs of yours?”

“Ohh, a third load, sure you got it in you, old man?”

“You’re going to have it in your mouth you keep talking like that.” He told her.

“I’ve had plenty in my mouth tonight.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “And my pussy.”

“Well when have you ever gotten enough?”

“Hey, I didn’t say no!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and I heard the bed squeak as she jumped onto it. “Come and get it my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“Spread your pussy.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq told her, “Show it to me.”

“Fine, but it sounded better with that stupid gizmo you were using in that mask.”

“Yeah, halfway through me started wondering if the batteries were going to last, Durgesh used that two years ago.”

I slumped against the wall and put my hand to my throbbing temple.

This was some kind of sick joke it had to be.

“You want to lick my pussy, honey?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from within the room.

“Damn straight I do.” I heard the bed again and a Moment later, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned softly, then laughed,

“Hmm, you don’t mind getting my ultimate husband’s sloppy seconds?”

My eyes widened and as it dawned on me that there was no mistake what had happened, I heard the sound of a slap and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq cry out,

“Ow! What was that for?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “That was for trying to have sex with me after you gave me to your sex wonder Hindu stepfather, Durgesh! It was already decided that once Durgesh fucks me, you’d only lick clean my Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass. No sex anymore between us, Åbbās! I’m your Ammī now.” 

I was dumbfounded.

I couldn’t believe they tricked me to fuck Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I never consented.

Nevertheless, they never accepted their defeat.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was one more Suraiyā Jamāl.

Chapter 29

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 26

a qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 26

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Ignoring him, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her hands up my chest one more time and then taking my face in her hands, leaned forward and pressed those soft full lips to mine.

I whispered as she kissed me, and then gasped when she leaned further and I felt her nipples pressing into my chest.

Although my lips hadn’t responded, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned in her throat and working her arms around my shoulders pulled me closer to her.

She kissed me harder, and then whispered against my face,

“Kiss me back, my ultimate Hindu husband, and put your arms around my waist, remember, just like the movies.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, returned to kissing me and this time I tentatively returned it, my lips pushing against hers.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred again and worked her lips back and forth across mine.

As I started kissing her harder, I put my arms around her waist and placing my hand on her warm back slid it up through her long hair.

“Hmmm-mmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, encouraged as her lips pressed hard against mine.

She rocked side to side causing her hard nipples to slide across my chest and whispered,

“Close your legs.”

I did as she asked, and she swung her legs onto the chair on either side of mine so she was straddling me on the chair.

“Nice touch, hey Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you guys sure you haven’t done this before!”

I tensed up at the sound of his voice and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly, “Just me, my ultimate Hindu husband, just focus on me. You’re doing just fine.” She returned to kissing me and I gasped when her tongue darted out and pushed against my lips.

I parted them and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed as her tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine.

She was now rocking front to back, grinding her hips in my lap and even through her thong and my shorts I could feel the heat between her legs.

Her hard nipples were poking into my chest and she was now moaning softly as her tongue played against mine.

“Yeah, work him up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Bet it isn’t the first time he’s been hard for you!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hands had slipped between us and were rubbing my chest again and I felt a sense of the surreal come over me as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me the equivalent of a lap dance while some guy with a gun watched.

“Grab her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass!”

His tone was firmer than before and recalling his words that he was done playing, I dropped my hand down Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back until I was cupping the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gasped when I gave them a hard squeeze and so did I at how firm her Musalmān ass really was.

She ground harder into my Hindu male lap and I had no doubt she could feel how hard I was.

We were both sweating and it added to the sensation of our now slick chests rubbing together.

“Okay, enough making out, Durgesh, tell your Bahū Bégum you want to fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat back on my nude male Hindu lap, and once again I cupped her breasts.

I stared longingly at them, but couldn’t move.

“Let’s go Durgesh!” I was aware of movement and saw him get up.

Coming over, he pushed the lamp off the end table and sat on it, so he was only a couple of feet to our left. “Say it!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,….can I…”

“I said tell her, don’t ask her!” he said forcefully. “You’re taking your Bahū Bégum, not asking permission!”

Just like the movies, I told myself, but remained silent.

I jumped as leaning over, Åbbās swung his hand and slapped Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass, hard.

She cried out and I immediately blurted,

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in to your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“Oh, perfect!” he laughed.

“Yes, my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly and leaning forward pushed her right tit into my face.

Feeling like a drowning man going down for the last time, I kissed it.

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred and started rocking again.

“You like your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately kissing your Musalmān tits, you little Musalmān slut?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her hard nub, “I love my ultimate Hindu husband, kissing my Musalmān tits! I want him to have anything he wants!”

I switched and as I kissed on her other nipple, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wrapped her arms around me and played with my hair.

“Kiss it; I want to see your lips on that nipple.”

I made a show of tracing a slow wet circle around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s swollen Musalmān flesh.

“Yeah, that looks good.” Åbbās said softly, “The two of you look hot together, shit I jerked off watching at the pool today and this is even better!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her other breast.

I rolled her nipple between my fingertips and her moan sent a shiver through me.

Either she was one hell of an actress or…

“Pinch it! Make her squeal!”

I shook my head around her nipple, but when Åbbās raised his hand to slap her ass again, I gave her a hard pinch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped, and with a laugh he said,

“Do it again.”

I did as he said and she yelped louder this time.

I took that nipple gently into my mouth and started playing with the other.

Without him asking I gave it a light pinch, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped as if I had done it much harder.

“You getting nice and wet Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” he asked, “You all worked up grinding on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Yes,” she moaned as I continued to work her nipples.

“Is he hard for his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Oh, very hard.” She purred causing me to excite.

“Hey Durgesh, she right? You nice and hard for your slut Musalmān Bahū Bégum?”

“Yeah,” I moaned around her nipple as she started moving her hips in circles around my trapped ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“So you got your hot Bahū Bégum almost naked and willing to do anything you want. What do you want her to do, Durgesh?”

I knew what he wanted me to say because the image of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, on her knees at the pool surged into my mind.

I envisioned the Bahū Bégum father in law fantasy movies I had watched and thought of those fathers in law getting blow jobs from their horny Bahū Bégums.

But they were actors, not real blood and…

“Answer me, what do you want Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to do for you?”

I had leaned away from her nipples and looking up into her face, saw she was as flushed as I was and her red hair was beginning to stick to her sweat slicked cheeks.

Again she gave me a wink,

“Go ahead, my ultimate Hindu husband, tell Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd what you want.”

“You want her to suck your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you? Want her to get on her knees and use that nasty beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth on you.”

“Yes.” I said simply.

“Not good enough, tell her!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I want you to…”

“Better!” he snarled.

“Get on your knees and suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” I snapped, my nerves lending force to my words.

“I’d love to.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with a convincing smile.

She slid off of my lap and stood in front of me, before making a show of slowly dropping to her knees.

“I’ve been dying to suck my ultimate Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Bet you have, you pig!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her hands on my chest and tongued my nipple. Another shiver went through me and I moaned when her right hand dropped into my lap and squeezed my aching ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts.

“Hard?”

“Oh, yes.” She purred, “Nice and hard for your Bahū Bégum, aren’t you my ultimate Hindu husband?”

I looked into her green eyes as she tongued my nipple.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits against my stomach and moaned,

“Oh, yes. I’m your ultimate Hindu husband, my Musalmān Bahū Bégum!”

“Then let’s see it! Get his pants off and suck that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head, her tongue trailing down my stomach. As she licked and sucked the skin just above my waist band, she deftly unsnapped my shorts and pulled my zipper down.

My body was trembling as she reached around to my sides and pushed my shorts and underwear down.

“Lift up.”

I lifted my hips and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly tugged my pants down past my knees.

My swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  sprang free and Åbbās exclaimed,

“Fuck, he is hard! A perfect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund for a perfect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

Even though he should have been my main concern, I was more caught up in Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s reaction to my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her green eyes not only widened, but she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips and whispered,

“Oh, goddamn. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!”

I looked down and felt a sick thrill go through me at the sight of my fairly sizable Uncut Hindu Lund, hard and dripping inches from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face.

“You like that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he mocked, “You want to taste your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?”

“I…” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, started to reach for my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then stopped. “If he tells me to.”

“Wow, have you played this game before?” He clapped his hands again, “You heard her, Durgesh.”

I avoided looking at him and staring down at my Uncut Hindu Lund positioned in front of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I lost all form of control, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my Uncut Hindu Lund in your immensely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”

“Stroke it first.” He told her, “I want to see you play with it.” He looked over at me, “That okay, Durgesh? Wouldn’t it be better if Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd teases you a little?”

My answer turned into a groan when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund at the base and gave it a squeeze.

I moaned again as a thick stream of pre cum squirted out and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stroked me.

My hips jerked when she reached the sensitive head and rubbed her palm across it, getting a handful of my sticky Hindu fluid.

She worked her now slick hand up and down and at this point I was barely aware of our perverted captor sitting next to me, all I could focus on was the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s slender fingers wrapped around my thick, glistening Hindu shaft.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought her other hand up and I whispered as she massaged my balls while stroking me.

Her eyes were fixed on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and were wide and bright.

There was a look on her face just like the Musalmān women in those movies, a look of desire.

“How’s your ultimate Hindu husband’s hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund feel?”

“Amazing,” she said quietly.

“It’s a nice big one isn’t it? Bet it’s harder than your ever incompetent Musalmān husband’s.” He laughed, “How’s that feel Durgesh? You like getting a hand job from Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“I…Oh!” I moaned loudly as sitting up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund go, but grabbing her Musalmān tits, wrapped them around it.

“Your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum is into this!” Åbbās shook his head, “I didn’t even think of that! Go ahead and tit fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had already started to bounce causing my hard Uncut Hindu Lund to slide between her soft young Musalmān tits.

I moaned and thrust my hips watching her Musalmān tits get wet from my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head and the next time my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid through flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue across the head.

“Oh!” I moaned, causing a laugh from beside me.

I thrust my hips hard and parting her lips, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slide between them.

I gasped at the sensation of her soft Musalmān lips and strained to push harder, to get it further into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Tell her, Durgesh.”

“Oh, please suck my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I whined, “Please don’t tease me, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Man, the two of you can’t even pretend anymore can you?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, released her Musalmān tits and once again grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund, slowly teased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue around the head before opening her mouth and taking me deep into it.

I cried out at the incredible feeling of her warm wet Musalmān mouth as she engulfed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I gasped at the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips wrapped around the base of my Hindu shaft, then again at the feeling of her Musalmān tongue sliding out across my Hindu balls.

“Look at that! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Bahū Bégum’s a hell of a Uncut Hindu Lund sucker!”

I could only moan as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly withdrew my Uncut Hindu Lund  from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue was working back and forth across my Hindu shaft and her soft Musalmān lips were pressed hard to my aching Hindu flesh.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the tip then bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God.” I moaned which caused another laugh from our audience.

“Tell her you like it!” he said, “Tell her to keep doing it!”

I groaned,

“Keep sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, just keep sucking it!”

“Hmm” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned around me.

Her green eyes were fixed on mine and I noticed she was rocking back and forth as she blew me.

Åbbās noticed as well.

“Check that out Durgesh, your Musalmān whore of a Bahū Bégum is getting off on this! I bet she’s soaking fucking wet! Am I right, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, popped my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mouth and purred, “So, wet! I love sucking my ultimate Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her Musalmān tongue alongside my Hindu shaft and slowly licked the length of it down to my balls.

Ducking her head she took them in her mouth and I cried out in pleasure as she sucked on them.

“Little pig! Your Bahū Bégum’s a pig, Durgesh, and you love it, right?”

“Yes!” I said, “Oh, damn, oh, that feels good!”

I didn’t care. Nor, if I were being honest, did I really care this was my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Even the fear of what Åbbās would do next was fading from my mind.

All that mattered now was my smoking hot Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue was working its way up my Hindu shaft and I was yearning for her to take it back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the top and sticking her tongue into the slit of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulled it back, taking a trail of my Hindu pre-cum with it.

“I’m supposed to think you’re acting? Damn straight you wanted to blow your ultimate Hindu husband!”

As she had since we started touching, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t even look over at him.

Instead, she slurped the thin line of my sticky Hindu juice back to its source and opening her Musalmān mouth wide, engulfed just the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She sucked hard and I cried out at the feeling of a spurt of my pre cum squirting from my cock.

She moaned and bobbed her head along my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was breathing hard and at this point our intruder was completely forgotten as I watched my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blow me.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning each time she took me deep into her mouth.

My hips were rocking and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble as I could feel myself starting to get close.

“Put your hand on her head, just like you’ve thought about.”

No longer feeling the slightest urge to consider what he said, I placed both hands on the back of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s head.

She focused her eyes on me and gave me another wink as I wrapped my hands in her long red hair and pushed and pulled, guiding those amazing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

“Tell her to suck it faster.”

“I…” I closed my eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure I was receiving from the one female Musalmān mouth in the world I shouldn’t be in. “G…go faster.”

“Better than that!” Åbbās raised his voice for the first time in a while, “Tell her, and treat her like the fucking pig she is!”

Those last words had finished with what sounded like a moan and looking over I was shocked to see him rubbing his cock through his black sweat pants.

I could see from the bulge he was as hard as I was.

My attention was brought back to my cock as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slowed her sucking down to a tease.

I pumped my hips, but she pulled her head back as I did, not allowing me to push it deeper into her mouth.

I moaned and now desperate to cum, snapped,

“Don’t stop! Suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

“Yes!” Åbbās cried out next to me, “More, like she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut, because she is!”

“Suck  my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I moaned and shoved her head down harder, “Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, you dirty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut!”

Even as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them, but between my legs, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, not only obediently bobbed her head faster, but was moaning even louder as she did.

She was stroking me as well, her hand following her lips and jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund as she blew me.

“Just like that!” I groaned, “Keep sucking me, I want to cum!”

“I love it!” The words came from next to me, “Now fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped moving her head and wrapping my hands tighter in her hair, I thrust my hips off the chair, ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund down my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s seemingly very willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“You like that slut?” he asked, “Like your ultimate Hindu husband fucking your mouth with that big Hindu dick? You dream about this?”

“Hmm-mm.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned.

She was easily taking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and as I pumped it into her mouth began to move her head, driving me even deeper down her throat.

I gasped for breath as I could feel cum building within my balls and getting ready to race through my cock.

I sensed movement next to me, and turning my head, saw Åbbās had shoved his sweat pants down and now had his large hard cock in his hand.

He was pumping it slowly, his eyes fixed on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking me off.

As caught up in the desire to cum as I was, my eyes sought out the gun and saw the handle sticking out near his hip, where he had moved it.

There was no way, even with him jerking off, I would be able to move that fast.

His cock being out caused his presence to disturb me for the first time since Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had gotten to her knees.

I was struck by the image of him telling Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to suck him next and..,

I gasped as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rubbed my balls, and sucked even faster.

I had slowed my hips, but when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my balls harder and squeezed I pumped them wildly.

I released a long moan at the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Lund getting ready to go off.

“That’s it.” Åbbās cried out, “Durgesh, Cum in that little red headed whore’s, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth! Give her what she wants! Give your twenty eight years old, young, extremely beautiful Bahū Bégum what her impotent Musalmān husband can never give her. Only you can, Hindu Scoundrel. Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, only you can. Oral Sex is strictly prohibited in Islam. Haha! The entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies who love to suck a male organ and enjoy it in their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, haven’t another option except to greet your ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and into their even more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass. Almost the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies die to have oral and anal sex. Since their ever moral Musalmān husband can never provide them these forbidden fruits, they are crazy to enjoy your Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Enjoy all of these young, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitches. Hahaha!”

Chapter 27

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 25

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 25

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, must have heard me walking past her, as she turned around, her eyes wide, and stammered,

“Uh, hey Busherah. Hold on okay?” pulling the phone from her ear, she asked, “I thought you were going out back.”

“I want the flashlight.” I walked into the dining room and pulling open the drawer in the hutch pulled out the flashlight, as I turned it on to make sure it worked, I asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Busherah from next door,” she placed her hand over the phone, “We were talking about how she’s planning a party for Lalit.”

“Oh.”

I walked past her and heading for the door, heard her call out,

“Hey Durgesh, they’re not coming home tonight and the reason she called was she couldn’t remember if she locked the back door, can you check for her?”

“Yeah, sure,” I answered while going back outside.

I walked across the lawn staying close to the house and feeling like a fool, but wanting to be careful, I ducked my head when I reached the fence so if anyone was on the other side they wouldn’t see me.

I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door.

I turned the corner in a crouch and flashed the light up the long driveway, but all I saw was the third floor’s Toyota parked in front of the garage.

Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours.

I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing.

Even with the shade down, I could just make out Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was in my lap.

I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me.

I swept the light across the length of the yard, but didn’t see anything.

Maybe I hadn’t seen anyone, after all I couldn’t make out any details, just a shape, could have just been a trick of the shadows from a lit room.

Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had asked me to do, checked the back door.

It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house.

“You were right,” I said as I walked into the living room, “There was no one…”

I stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sitting on the couch.

She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me.

Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.

“Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” I took another step towards her, “You okay?”

“Your Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s just fine,” a deep voice said behind me, “In fact, she’s real fine!”

I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!” I exclaimed, “Who the hell are you?”

“If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn’t be wearing a mask, now would I?” he shrugged, “But seeing we’re going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don’t know, Åbbās will do.”

Even through my shock, I noticed the guy’s voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical.

Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had dressed as a ghoul.

Durgesh, sit down.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, softly from behind me.

“Yeah, Durgesh,” Åbbās pointed at the recliner, “Go sit down.”

“Damn you.” I snapped, taking a step towards him, “You better get the hell out…”

Durgesh!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, called out, “Listen to him! He…”

She stopped, but I didn’t need her to finish the sentence as Åbbās lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt.

I stopped in my tracks and he nodded.

“Good boy, trying to stick up for your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, but why don’t you listen to what she says and take a seat?”

I looked over at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch.

“In the chair.”

I hesitated and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pointed, “Go over there, Durgesh.” She gave me a forced smile, “It’ll be okay, just do what he says.”

“O…okay.”

I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Åbbās laughed,

“You do listen to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, don’t you?” he pointed over at her, “Then again, I would have done anything your  friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wanted if she looked like that.”

Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, “You like how your Bahū Bégum looks, Durgesh?”

“I…” I couldn’t answer.

Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I had no doubt he had been staring at us and…

“I asked you a question.” Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, “See here’s the deal, we’re going to have some fun tonight, Durgesh. In fact I bet you’re going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, “Look, you have my wallet and I told you there’s no more…”

“You speak when spoken to.” Åbbās told her harshly. “Right now I’m talking to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped.

“That’s better and don’t worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough.”

I felt a stab of anger through my stomach, “Don’t hurt her.” I told him.

“You are a good boy.” He nodded approvingly, “A real Hindu boy, aren’t you?”

“No, I…”

“Bet you wanna be your Bahū Bégum’s husband.” He laughed nastily, “Take good care of her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked.

“Oh, please,” Åbbās waved his hand at her, “I’ve been watching the two of you. You’re real close aren’t you?”

“My husband’s going to be home any minute now.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said quickly, “You…”

“Oh, no, your lame old man is gone for the next few days. Like I said I’ve been watching and you’re a real cock tease aren’t you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“No I’m not.”

“No? What’s with that little bikini and all those little dresses you’ve been wearing lately? And funny how much you like to show off for your old Hindu man! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool!”

He had been watching us!

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, shook her head, and said,

“I don’t like what you’re trying to say.”

“No? You don’t like hearing the truth? That you want to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, you little Musalmān whore?”

“Hey watch…” I began, but stopped when he swung around on me.

“And you’d love it if she did, wouldn’t you? Probably jerk off to her don’t you?”

“You’re sick.” I told him, but could feel myself excited.

“Me? I’m not the one who wants to fuck my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” He laughed loudly, “But I’m going to like watching you fuck yours.”

“What?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I both exclaimed at the same time.

“You heard me; I told you we were going to play a game. I’ve been watching and I want to see you both get what you want, each other.”

“I…I don’t want to…”

“Oh, you do.” Åbbās told me, “And hey, I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot! Pretty, nice Musalmān body.” He pointed at me, “You want to fuck that oung Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, don’t you?”

Before I could answer he turned to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Take your robe off.”

“I won’t!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, declared, “You…” she stopped when he tapped the gun.

“Listen to me both of you; you will do what I say.” He pointed at her, “You, you little Musalmān slut are going to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately,.”

“I won’t do it!” I yelled, “You…”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug, “Then I’ll tie you up and you can watch me fuck her. But I figure the other way we all get what we want.” He turned back to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Now, take off your robe.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t,” I said, shaking my head.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared at me for a Moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe.

I looked over to see Åbbās watching her.

He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting.

He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me.

The best I could do was hope that he wasn’t really going to hurt us and the only thing he wanted was…My heart skipped a beat when my stunned mind finally acknowledged the thought he wanted to watch my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, have sex with me!

Across from me Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

I saw what she had on beneath it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material.

The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs.

“You always wear lingerie when you are home with your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?” Åbbās asked, “You still going to deny it?”

“I like feeling sexy.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with her head down.

“Oh, you’re sexy alright, isn’t she Durgesh?

He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, “Answer me!”

At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box.

That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew.

He had said he’d been watching us.

My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“Yes, she’s sexy.” I blurted out.

“Good boy.” Åbbās lowered his voice, “See, that’s all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you.”

He pointed at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Turn around, show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, that fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass of yours.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head.

As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her extremely beautiful young Musalmān ass.

The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her Musalmān ass and I couldn’t help but notice how round and firm looking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass was.

Sensing Åbbās staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back.

Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s long well shaped Musalmān legs.

“Yeah, your friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, dressed like that when you are alone at night.” He grunted, glancing my way he asked, “Hey Durgesh, you think your Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits?”

As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us.

“She…she’s my friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I…”

“I know who she is, now answer the question.”

“You’re sick, you know that right?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked him as she turned back around to face us.

“You’re wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s lap and I’m sick?” he laughed, “Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Durgesh can answer.”

Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this.

“Uh, yeah she has a nice chest.” I answered.

“Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, has nice Musalmān tits.”

“My…Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits.” I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke.

“Ever see them?”

“No.”

“Look over here when you speak.” Åbbās demanded.

When I did as he said he asked,

“Want to see them?”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Liar, you stare at them all the time.” He wagged his finger at me, “Remember I’ve been watching and whenever she isn’t looking at you, you’re fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your Bahū Bégum’s Musalmān tits.”

“Just say it, even if it’s not true.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Just give him what he wants.”

“Just what I want?” The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. “But, whatever, that’s some good advice from your slutty Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, over there, you just play along.” He paused, “So, Durgesh, want to see Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits?”

“I…okay I guess.” I muttered as my heart started pounding at the thought I really wouldn’t mind seeing them, but could think of a thousand better scenarios to do so.

“Better than that!” he shouted, “You two aren’t stupid and you know what I want so fucking give it to me! You both want it, so act like you do!” he put his hand on the gun and looking at me said, “Now answer my question like one of the kids in those stupid porns you watch when their Bahū Bégum wants to fuck them.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red.

How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top?

I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow?

Worse was the stunned look on Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face when he said it.

“I’m waiting.”

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I said, “I really want to see my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits.”

“Ask her, I bet she’ll show them to you.”

“Enough. “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“A minute ago you said play along.” He told her. “Listen to your own advice. Now go ahead Durgesh, ask Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to show you her pretty Musalmān titties.”

I looked helplessly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod.

“Go ahead, Durgesh, it’s okay.”

Durgesh, what happened to Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” he laughed.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared hard at him and again I wondered how close this guy had gotten to us to know this.

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, while still looking at him, “Your Bahū Bégum will do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh, I like that!” he clapped his hands.

Gesturing to me, he added,

“Now that should make you stop being such a wuss, follow Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s example and let’s go.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I began my voice trembling, “C…can I see your Musalmān tits?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s answer was to reach behind her and unhook her bra.

I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.

“Oh.” I whispered unable to help it at the sight of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Musalmān breasts.

They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them.

They were large.

They were high and proud.

Her Musalmān breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples.

I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Åbbās whistle,

“Damn, your Bahū Bégum’s got some nice Musalmān tits, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” I said without thinking as my eyes stayed focused on her nipples.

“Now is that anyway to show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, your Musalmān tits? Come on, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, show those babies off!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and cupping her Musalmān tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.

“That’s it! But I think you’re too far away, go over to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, and let him get a nice close look at them.”

Still holding her Musalmān tits up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly walked over to me.

I sat there gravely as she stood between my legs.

Her tits were little more than a foot from my face and to my amazement I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening between my legs.

Again I lowered my eyes, but only to be confronted with the smooth skin of her stomach and worse, the patch of lace between her thighs.

“You like those tits, Durgesh?”

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“Tell her you want to squeeze and play with them!”

“I…I can’t!”

My words came out in an angry whisper as even with an armed intruder sitting ten feet away from me, I couldn’t imagine my lips on those nipples.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you better talk to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, because I’m getting ready to take over for him and fuck you myself.”

Releasing her Musalmān tits, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her hands on my shoulders and leaning over, placed her lips at my ear.

Durgesh, listen to me. This guy is mentally sick, but I think if we do what he wants, we’ll be okay.”

“But…” I trailed off at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s tits now inches from my face.

Durgesh, he’s armed and I don’t want to give him a reason. I…if I have to do something dirty tonight I would rather it be with you, not him.”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I whispered and honestly at that point I felt I was trying to convince myself of that fact.

“I know and that’s why he’s sick, this is what he wants and…” she paused when that deep voice called out,

“As much as I like looking at that fine Musalmān ass, you better get Hindu Scoundrel to play along, before I show him how it’s done.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tensed up, but her voice in my ear was calm.

Durgesh, do you really watch those videos?”

“I…yes, I…I’m sorry Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but that doesn’t mean I want…”

“Then what we’re going to do is pretend we’re in one, okay?” she caused me to gasp when I felt her tongue graze my ear. “You and I are going to play our own game; we’re going to act like strangers playing a dirty game and do what he wants.”

“I don’t think I can.” I said even as I felt my now hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund straining against my shorts.

“Just think of me as a sexy young Musalmān woman and not your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” She said, “You can do it, Durgesh, you have to. I’m ready to have your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but never that bastard’s. Never!”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …” I whispered.

“Will never know, no one will, just our little secret.” This time it was her lips that touched me, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. “Just relax, let me take care of you and we’ll worry about everything else later, okay?”

Let me take care of you.

Those words were spoken in that purr she had been using lately and a soft moan escaped me when her lips again found my flesh, but this time lower on my neck.

“Times up! Either he fucks you or…”

“How about he gives his Bahū Bégum a nice kiss first?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, looking back at him, “Cut the kid some slack and let me get him relaxed, okay?”

“Kiss?” he paused, “Fine, but take his shirt off first.” He laughed, “That way you can be nipple to nipple.

Reaching down, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Come on, Durgesh, arms up!”

Trying to do as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had said and pretend, I did the best I could to forget about the stranger in our house and lifted my arms up for her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slipped my shirt over my head and after giving me a wink, started rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

“Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband has been working out hasn’t he? Hmmm” she purred, “Is the rest of you as hard as these muscles?”

Behind her, Åbbās clapped his hands and called out,

“That’s much better! You’re a real sport Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Course we all know this is what you wanted anyway!”

Chapter 26

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 24

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 24

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

She laughed,

“I love when you are harsh at me, shows you’re still sweet.” The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, “Take your shirt off and come swimming with me.”

This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again.

I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stop!” I snapped at her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, immediately removed her hand from my arm and staring up at me asked, “What’s the matter, my dear ultimate husband? Why are you mad?”

“I…” deciding to be honest, or as much as I dared to be I blurted out, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t you think that suit is a bit much?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, narrowed her eyes and looking down at her chest, shrugged, causing her ample tits to bounce fetchingly, “What do you mean?”

“It’s…Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you’re showing an awful lot.”

“Do I look bad?” she asked and to my dismay, stood up in front of me.

I was now confronted with her perfect Musalmān tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.

I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,

“Not at all, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, in fact, ummm…maybe you look too good. Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and his friends were all but drooling over you.”

“I know.” She smiled, “I love it.”

“You…”

“Yes, Durgesh, it’s a turn on to have guys staring at me and getting worked up. Just because I’m twenty eight doesn’t mean I’m dead. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it.”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq ….”

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq likes it too.” That sly smile returned, “He loves knowing these kids look at me, he likes me showing off.”

“Did…did you guys just talk about that?” I asked her.

“Why would you ask that?” for the first time, since I had come out there she looked serious.

“Well because, you weren’t dressing like this last month.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was silent for a Moment, then smiled, but this one seemed normal, “You’re a smart man Durgesh. “Yes my husband and I had a talk when he started traveling because I know a lot of guys his age who do start fooling around and picking up women and hookers and…”

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq would never do that.” I told her. “He loves you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“I’m glad you see that.” She told me, placing her warm hand on my cheek. “My husband and I are very much in love and we love you too. We would never do anything that would hurt each other, only things we would…” she paused as if trying to think of what she would say next, “Enjoy.”

“Enjoy?”

“We’re a family and we should do things as a family. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd.”

“What are you talking about?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, frowned and it hit me she seemed as if she had said something she shouldn’t have.

“Well I mean me dressing like this. When we spoke, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. He said he likes it when guys check me out so I’ve been flaunting it a bit.” She looked down at me and shrugged, “So since it makes me happy you should just go along with it.”

“Umm, okay.” I said, trying to get off the awkward subject.

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, my ultimate husband, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” I said.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I told her, “I don’t see you like that.”

“No? Right now you don’t think I look good?”

“You….” I tried to speak around the growing tightness in my throat. “You’re beautiful Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Thank you!” she smiled, “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I want to know if you think I’m, you know, a young woman?”

The thought hit me like a slap in the face.

That was all this was about.

I felt a wave of relief flood through me.

That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me.

I was no longer her father in law’s friend which to her was another sign of her intentions.

This didn’t address my own issues of seeing her exactly how it appeared she wanted to be seen, but if this was a crises then it was just a phase and soon she would go back to normal and I would too.

Taking a chance it wouldn’t be the wrong thing to do, I managed a low whistle and smiling shook my head,

“You’re the hottest, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I know, you could be on those web sites!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and after kissing me affectionately on the cheek said, “Hey what web sites? What are you looking at on that lap top of yours?”

“I…” again I smiled, but she waved her hand.

‘I don’t care, Durgesh. You’re a man actually in this household to keep my four young mothers in law satisfied sexually,” she touched my chest again “And an impressive one at that. You want to watch porn go for it,” she winked, “I watch it all the time!”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Uh, okay.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned forward until her tits were inches from my face and putting her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath said,

“I like to watch those sites you’re talking about where the young Musalmān women my age have sex with Hindu guys your age. In fact I was thinking of it when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me.”

“T…tmi again,” I laughed.

“And again, I guess I’m supposed to be dead,” she sighed softly in my ear and beneath my hands my aching Uncut Hindu Lund twitched.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her young Musalmān tits pressing against my wide Hindu male chest.

“I love you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.” She whispered.

“I love you to.” I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest.

She leaned back and I asked,

“What’s with calling me Hindu Piyā, ultimate husband?”

“Aren’t you? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  claim you are.”

“No,” I said with a smile, “I’m not responsible for what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  claim about me.”

“Ohh,” she purred again, “I like that though,” she looked down and with a small smile said, “Hey Durgesh?”

“What Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Why won’t you move your hands?”

“I…” I had no idea what to say. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly made it worse with her next remark.

“You hiding something under there?”

“No!” I exclaimed, “Just uh…comfortable.”

Durgesh, you look anything but comfortable right now,” she pointed out. “You look cautious.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, made me even more cautious by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.

“I’m fine,” I said sounding anything but, “Just tired I…hey!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap.

I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Durgesh, move your hands, now.”

I fought against her another Moment, then let her move my hands.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.

I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn’t say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s voice behind me.

“Hey, what are you two doing out here?”

“Nothing!” I declared.

“We were just fooling around.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, smiling up at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq who had come around the chair to face us.

“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” he laughed, “Tell you what Al Fātimah Al Waħīd; you don’t want to know what that looked like from upstairs.”

I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been cautious of.

Sitting back on her knees, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rolled her eyes,

“You’re such a pervert, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he’s my father in law’s friend for Allah’s sakes.”

“I know,” he waved his hand at us, “I’m only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching.”

“I hope they were watching earlier.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, smiled up at him, “Because then it was exactly what this looks like.”

“Guys please!” I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. “Keep it to yourselves!”

“But it’s more fun to share.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch.

Suddenly Al Fātimah Al Waħīd opened her beautiful young Musalmān mouth and took my again hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it.

I was shocked pleasantly.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was sucking me madly, wildly.

I tried to step backwards.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd didn’t let me.

She kept me sucking wildly.

“What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Fātimah Al Waħīd kept repeating.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had gone already.

When?

I didn’t know.
“That’s called TMI.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said as she finally got to her feet after swallowing my entire Hindu sperm that blasted into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth nonstop.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd began to walk towards the house.

I stared at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s almost bare Musalmān ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to.

Her firm Musalmān ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn’t know her I would think she was a girl my age in intellect at least.

“Nice Musalmān ass, huh, Hindu Stepfather?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I wasn’t aware of when he again joined us.

Did he see his wife sucking me?

I didn’t know.

Neither had I cared now.

“What?” I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.

He was smiling.

“Your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s got one hell of a Musalmān ass, doesn’t she?”

“I…I guess.” I shrugged, “She’s my…”

“Oh, please,” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq slapped me on the shoulder, “She’s your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but she’s a Musalmān woman and a damn fine one, don’t you think?”

“Um, sure.” I nodded, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looks good for her age.”

“For any age.” He said as he continued to watch her.

I didn’t answer, instead I watched him watch his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and thought my Bahū Bégums did make a good looking couple with me.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was a couple of years older than Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger.

I definitely got me a lot of compliments from the beautiful girls.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq finally looked over at me and asked,

“So what was up with you and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked like you were giving her a hard time?”

“No, I….she wanted me to go swimming and I didn’t feel like it.”

“Why not?” he smirked, “Hot Musalmān woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?”

“If she wasn’t your wife,”

When he shrugged I paused and thought about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s odd behavior.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and I had a great relationship and I’d always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked,

“Hey, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, Durgesh, what’s up?”

“Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s acting kind of weird lately.”

“What do you mean?”

When I’d first started talking he’d looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.

“Come on, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, look at that bikini, she didn’t dress like before, never mind lately.”

“She didn’t because we were a kid and she didn’t want to be that Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, that the old frumpy looking Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s called a slut, she toned it down because she was a Bahū Bégum.”

“She’s still a Bahū Bégum.” I pointed out.

“Yeah but you’re the ultimate husband of the entire womankind now, Durgesh.” Putting his arm around me he continued, “Look I get it, it’s embarrassing, your best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s a mature man lover  and…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said you like them looking.”

He frowned,

“You guys talked about it?”

“Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me…uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out.”

“Well I’m glad you know you can talk to us Durgesh,” he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, “I’ve always been glad that we’re a close family and I want us to be even closer, that’s why I feel like an ass with this job right now.”

“That’s okay Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, you’re doing it for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd and I appreciate it.”

“I’ll do anything for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, Durgesh,” he said, giving me another painful squeeze, “And I hope someday you’ll do anything for me and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Anything.” I told him, “Just name it.”

“There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he sighed, “Look Durgesh, she’s a sexy woman and she’s at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she…”

“She said that?” I was appalled.

“Please, Durgesh, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don’t worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it.”

“Yeah, well she’s being really affectionate lately too, and…” I sighed, “She’s making me a little uncomfortable.”

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, “How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! What an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my friend, my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was getting me horny?

Durgesh?” He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.

“Oh, well, uh…she’s kind of like hanging on me and the ways she’s dressing.”

“I still don’t see what you’re getting at.” He shook his head.

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like.” I said gravely.

“I was just kidding about that!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq laughed, “I knew nothing was happening.”

“But…it just wasn’t proper I guess.” I looked back up at him. “She crawled over to me, like…”

“Like?”

“I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie.” I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset.

Looking away as I spoke, I added,

“I felt like she was messing with me.”

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq stared at me for a Moment then nodded as if in resignation,

“Okay, well seeing you’re thinking like that I’ll fess up; I was watching out the window and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn’t trying to make you feel weird.”

“Oh.” I said, instantly feeling better.

“And as far as being affectionate goes, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, is lonely when I’m gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good.” He smiled, “Can you do that for me? Be good to your Bahū Bégum when I’m not around?”

“Sure.” I told him with a smile. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“Good,” he said with a wink, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”*

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling.

I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV.

I’d dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian’s hit a two run bomb over the green monster.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.

“Six to nothing?” I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I’d stayed asleep.

I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from behind me,

“Hey I wanted to watch some of that?”

“Why bother?” I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, “They’re losing.”

“Don’t be a fair weather fan.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, chided, “And how come you’re not on the couch?”

She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a short green robe that barely went down past her beautiful young Musalmān ass, leaving her long legs bare.

The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her beautiful Musalmān tits as the bikini did this morning.

When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair.

I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.

“I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too.” I told her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over.

My eyes widened as I thought for a second her beautiful Musalmān tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace.

I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.

“Aww, but Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wanted to sit in the chair tonight.”

She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe.

My eyes focused on those perfect Musalmān lips and I had to say, Bahū Bégum or not, she really was beautiful.

“I’ll move.” I said, “You can have the chair.”

I made to get up, hoping she would stand up and get her tits out of my line of sight, but instead she gave me a huge smile, “Hey, how about we both sit here!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund entered between her young Musalmān buttocks immediately.

Its head was knocking now constantly at her ever enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole.

Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed,

“How’s this!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

“Sitting on your lap, silly,” looking up into my face, she smiled, “It’s only fair, how many beautiful Musalmān houseladies did you let sit in your ever experienced Hindu male lap?”

“Yeah, but they aren’t my Bahū Bégum.” I told her, trying to ignore the way her robe had ridden up to show her lush Musalmān thighs.

“So, for tonight I can be your little girl.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put on the pout, but more disconcerting was the way she started wiggling in my already warm Hindu male lap.

I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her beautiful young Musalmān ass was grinding directly on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo.

I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth.

Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered Musalmān tits.

Even as to my dismay my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night.

That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match.

The thought my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could be pressing into my lap caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to grow more rapidly and I wondered if it were smooth or if she would have a nice red fiery bush.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her Musalmān ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to bite back a moan at the contact and hoped to hell she couldn’t feel it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over.

I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened.

The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up.

There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room.

My Bahū Bégums were friendly with all the three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half-dressed Bahū Bégum sitting on my Hindu male lap like a playful Musalmān girlfriend.

Even though my friend didn’t seem bothered by Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s weird behavior, I didn’t need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq wasn’t around.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, people can see in the window!” I told her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, peered over and shrugged,

“Yeah, so what?”

“You’re half-dressed and…” I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over me.

“I’m wearing a lot more than when I’m swimming.”

Well that was true, I thought dryly.

“Besides, the Chaturvedī Sheikħ’s go out every Friday night, Vikram and Raziyah on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can’t see in here.” She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. “The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street.”

“Yeah, but still…” I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door.

Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn’t make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy.

They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let me up!” I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor.

She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled,

Durgesh, what’s the matter with you?”

“There’s…” I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. “There was someone next door, staring at us!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did.

Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. “I don’t see anyone Durgesh.”

“They were there, staring over the fence.” Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, “I’m going to go out back and look around.”

“Don’t bother, it was probably Prem from the third floor, he’s a nosebag. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer.” She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on.

“I don’t think so Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guy’s chest, Prem’s five seven if he’s lucky.” I grabbed the doorknob, “I’ll be right back.”

Durgesh, don’t worry about it.” She said, and then patted the chair, “Come back and sit down,” she sighed, “If you don’t want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don’t make up an excuse to get up.”

“No, it’s…” I paused, confused, I really hadn’t wanted her there, but now I didn’t want to make her feel bad. “I saw someone Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I swear and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s not home and who knows? Maybe it’s someone who’s been watching us.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something.

After a minute, she nodded and said,

“Okay, go ahead, but I know there’s no one there.”

“I’ll be right back.”

I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard.

I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight.

When I opened the door, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was on the phone with her back to me and I heard her say,

“Not going to happen this way.” She paused, “So do it the other way we talked about.”
Chapter 25

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 23

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 23

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I looked at her gravely,

“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”

“So?”

“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”

“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.

“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”

“You don’t believe in monogamy?”

“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”

“Sure,”

“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’

“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”

“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*

Leaving the composing room of HVSI Times’ newsroom, Bābarah Åālamgīr gave Al Jihad Al Vaqār a long look.

“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”

“You drink?”

“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”

Durgesh never opposed it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me meaningfully.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr had actually lied to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Not about having a business date.

She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.

She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.

They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.

The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.

At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.

There was a trace of cool air.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.

“Just checking to see if the things were okay.”  Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.

“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”

“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī is dead for them.” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī tried to make Sergeant Ajay Natarajan sure of his safety.

Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.

Allah, how Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī insisted that his flagship paper must be given to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

How could he manage to make it conditional!

Chapter 24

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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