Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–6

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

I smiled,

“Thank you, Imām Sāħab!”

“I did not praise you.”

“So you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your wife, Nauheed Muhammad is also included in those Musalmān Beauties.”

“Nonsense! I didn’t mean it.”

“You did not. I do.”

“You old rascal”

“I’m ever young, Imām Sāħab! But you are both, old and rascal, I mean.”

“You shameless old man, fucking your granddaughters, incestuous”

“I haven’t any granddaughter, idiot! If you”

“You fucked my teenage daughter Asmah Imām. Shame on you. You fuck her Ammī Nauheed Muhammad, yet”

Nauheed Muhammad is glad that I’m fucking her daughter too.”

“She is mad.”

“Yes. She married you.”

“Nonsense!”

“In legal parlance, Imām Sāħab! you’re avoiding my question. The question was what gave you impression that I’m representing Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain.”

“She herself told me that you would be representing her.”

“When?”

“Shortly before noon.”

“You were talking with her?”

“She talked with my daughter and your beloved Asmah Imām. Now, pleased?”

“I was in my bedroom when Mrs. Deepak Khandelwal called to see me. She didn’t wait. At the moment I don’t have any legal authority to represent her.”

“Well,” Åbdullāh Imām softened somewhat, “She’ll be in to see you again. There isn’t any question at all that you are her choice for an attorney. You don’t welcome Musalmān Beauties on your visiting chairs. You welcome them in your bedroom on your bed. They get two services from you for payment of one, one of a barrister and the second, of a husband.”

“Well, if you were not impotent, you could have also done it.”

“If I’m impotent, do you claim that Asmah Imām is your daughter?”

“Asmah is my unwedded wife. And if you are not impotent, why do you act like one?”

“I do nothing of the sort. And you must bear in mind, in the Khandelwal case, that as far as a settlement is concerned; your client does not have any leg to stand on.”

“I don’t expect you to say anything else.” I smiled.

Åbdullāh Imām also smiled,

“All the Khandelwal’s property is separate property. As far as the divorce is concerned, my client has been most cooperative as far as one can go in such matters without collusion. I think you’ll understand what I mean.”

I did not say anything.

I was listening to.

If I had to protect Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain’s interests in court, in property settlements, I had to listen to him carefully.

Åbdullāh Imām went on to say,

“Of course, Deepak Khandelwal doesn’t want to see her left without money. It’ll naturally defame my client for further matrimony.”

“Is it already in the air?”

“What?”

“Further matrimony.”

“Your client says there’s a Sidrah Aħmad.”

“Is there?”

“Ask your client.”

“Noted.”

“I think your client has some exalted some high, ideas to a property settlement. It might be a good thing if she understood right at the start that she isn’t going to feather her nest at the expense of my client Deepak Khandelwal.”

I smiled,

“Isn’t there any community property?

“Not worth mentioning. Of course, we’ll make some sort of a settlement. In fact, we’ll make a generous settlement.”

“Would you care to outline your proposition?” I asked.

Chapter 7

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

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

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

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

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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


Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–5

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Kħadeejah Muħammad put a woman’s handbag on the side table, in the meantime.

It was black in color.

“What’s this?” I asked.

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled,

“This is a mystery.”

“What?”

“I went to the reception to enquire if there’s something new important.”

I was fucking Sidrah Aħmad now.

As soon as I climaxed into Kħadeejah Muħammad, Kulsoom Ibrāhīm tried to take her place.

Sidrah swiftly came forward and defeated Kulsoom Ibrāhīm in her attempts.

“While coming back, I noticed this bag behind the big chair by the door.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said.

“Oh.” I entered Sidrah Aħmad again.

“I asked Kħālidah if it was hers. She refused and said that she hadn’t seen it before. I asked Kħālidah who had been in the reception carrying a handbag. After a few moments, Kħālidah decided it must have been Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain.”

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain?” Sidrah Aħmad frowned, “Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife?”

Kulsoom Ibrāhīm smiled ironically.

Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at Kulsoom Ibrāhīm,

“Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife. Do you know her, Sidrah?”

Sidrah Aħmad was a mastermind.

She had fooled entire courtroom already.

Yet, she knew Kħadeejah Muħammad very well.

Even Saiyadā Fātimah PhD could not defeat Kħadeejah Muħammad easily.

“Well,” Sidrah said, “She is my friend Deepak Khandelwal’s wife and so jealous of me that she has applied for divorce.”

“You are very much proud of yourself now, I think.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at her.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve defeated an Årab Musalmān woman now.”

“I’m neither communal nor racial.” Sidrah said acidly.

Kħadeejah Muħammad and Kulsoom Ibrāhīm laughed incredulously.

Kħadeejah went on to say,

“Kħālidah says that within five minutes after I had left to see Fātimah on a matter of some importance to both of us, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain came in. Kħālidah was reading ‘Durgesh Muslimahs: the inseparables. She had just come to the most interesting passage, reading with one eye and looking out for the incomers with the other. Kħālidah told her that you were with Fātimah in the bedroom and you seldom see someone without an appointment.”

“Yes,” I prompted her, taking interest in what she was telling me.

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain was terribly agitated. She said she had to see you right away. She was almost hysterical. She said, ‘Never mind. Never mind, I’ll wait. He’ll see me. I don’t want to leave here until I’ve arranged to have him protect me. I want Mr. Durgesh to look after my interests. Once he consents I won’t need even any damn private detective.”

“Then?” I smiled.

“Will you protect her?” Sidrah Aħmad interrupted.

I could not answer Sidrah.

Kħadeejah Muħammad said,

“Then Kħālidah asked her name and address. She gave her name as Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain. Told that she was Deepak Khandelwal’s wife, asking for divorce from him. So Kħālidah wrote down the name and went back to her Ashvinātam sex site reading. Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain sat down in that big chair by the window.

“After a few minutes, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife; got up and started pacing the floor. Then she said, ‘I’ll be back in a minute or two,’ opened the door and stepped out in the corridor.”

“Then?” I asked again.

“What then? That’s all. Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain never came back.”

“All right. She’ll be showing up any minute now. What did she look like?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled,

“You don’t remember her? Well, she’ll suicide. She is very proud of her extra ordinary Libyan Muslim Beauty. Allah, Durgesh! Never say that in front of  her. She’ll die of shame. The ever-sexiest Hindu of the Multiverse does not remember a Libyan Muslim Beauty, like Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain? I’ll be damned.”

“What does she look like? Sālī! Tell me.” I repeated patiently.

Kħadeejah Muħammad replied me reluctantly,

“Well, Kħālidah is a little vague, somewhat; about it. She says that she had an aristocratic bearing, a good Libyan Muslim figure, a well modulated sexy voice, and slender, tapering Libyan Muslim fingers. Kħālidah thinks Deepak Khandelwal’s Libyan Muslim wife Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain was about thirty two or thirty three years old.”

“Thirty two or thirty three years old?” I repeated significantly, “And she is divorcing Deepak Khandelwal for an old man of 60 years? Me?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled,

“Even a lot of teen agers are crazy for this ‘old man’(?) of 60 years. He has a unique Hindu Penis with unique sexual prowess. Why are you forgetting Åāýéshah Ħasan, Aneesah Zubair and their movement to make teen agers your beloveds?”

I am Åāýéshah Ħasan.

I enjoy sex.

I am also tempted to write my sex experiences and now am trying to write my very first sex with my grand father.

Really surprising.

Isn’t it ?…

But it is true …

I can never forget that first fuck with his huge monster Uncut Hindu Cock, it was that memorable.

But how did  it all happen ……….. ?

In my college days, once I happened to see the practical sex of my Hindu Phoophaji with their Musalmān maiden, I could see their naked body but not the real genitals as they laid down in direct sex pose.

Since then my mind started thinking towards sex.

My one close friend, Aneesah Zubair, used to talk sex with me.

Although in the beginning I avoided, but after seeing that practical sex I showed some interest in talking sex with her.

She felt very happy with that change in me.

We used to share whatever we see, listen related to sex.

Also, we used to stare at sexy bodies of both Hindu men and Musalmān women and have fun with the sizes of their sensitive parts like Musalmān Boobs, Hindu Penis, Musalmān buttocks etc, which get reflected in tightly worn dress.

Slowly, we started enjoying our sexual parts by pressing and licking each other’s.

we moved our sex fantasy ahead further in different ways :

Enjoying sex pics, watching blue films, exposing our naked Muslim female bodies to each other in different poses, licking our Musalmān pussies in 69, and inserting banana and brinjal, carrot in our Musalmān pussies.

Aneesah Zubair said her elder brother’s Hindu friend and his Musalmān wife, sister-in-law; watch sex pics and blue films at night, and she manages to show me also all that stuff when we were alone.

This way my Muslim female body started responding to my sexual desires, and badly wanting for practical sex with a Hindu male.

During long vacation we all family members went to our hometown in India.

Our ancestors lived there when they came to India from Arab world.

It was a village.

My Hindu grandfather and his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife had also come to visit their friends.

My grandfather loves me very much.

He is not my real Grandfather.

my real Grandfather is Muħammad Ħasan.

But my entire Grand mothers were sleeping with Durgesh even before I was born.

They asked me to call him my Grandfather too.

The grand parents love kids generally.

It was that sort.

This present context is when I became a grown up…

In villages Hindu men usually take bath at wells, kuvan, baavđīi, even the Muslim women too, openly, with some distance therefrom.

After having exposed to sex, as I said above, I used to watch their sexual parts, which get exposed upon wet.

My sexual desire might be the reason for it.

The elders always take that kind of bath easily and never bother if anyone is watching them.

They think that we all are kids.

Some of the kids, like me, are however not kids actually.

I even enjoy watching Musalmān ladies’ sexual parts, as I stay very close to them.

First time I really got very much excited when I saw my Hindu grand father’s manly body, a good physique; while he was taking bath at well.

His Hindu waist, wide chest with full of hair… Even at that time I never feel guilty at all, watching directly standing in front of him.

Why should I?

It was routine there.

So I stood behind the nearby door, not noticeable to anyone.

After his bath he started drying his wet Hindu body with a towel and I could see all his sexual parts.

Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! so thick and long Uncut Hindu Cock with very big and tightly rounded balls… as he dressed up I just pushed off from there, but I could not forget his thick and long hanging manly rod.

At that time I felt like taking it in my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, as I saw in blue films; and rub over my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cunt and insert in it.

And actually I did it when my Grandfather was sleeping alone and his wife had to attend  some females came to meet her.

I thought it a golden opportunity and just sneaked into my Hindu Grandfather’s bedroom there.

He was sleeping.

I just undressed him fully.

Undressed myself too.

Then started to play with his great Uncut Hindu Penis.

He was in deep slumber.

I kissed his Hindu Penis, licked it as much as I wanted, and then swallowed it into my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I started to suck my Grandfather’s Hindu Penis hungrily.

It was my dream Penis since I saw it.

I sucked him for hours.

I knew he could not wake because he was too tired to wake.

He had fucked the Musalmān Beauties of various age groups who had come there from nearby cities and villages to enjoy sleeping with him.

After sucking his extra ordinary

Hindu Penis as much as I wanted, I mounted on his nude Hindu male body, positioned his Hindu Penis between my quivering labial Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips, and pressed..

It started to enter me.

Gradually, with utmost difficulty however, it vanished there to the hilt.

I could not believe that my dream Hindu Penis has really vanished now, fully, into my virgin Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I could not be so lucky.

Yet, I was.

The great huge Hindu Penis of my Hindu Grandfather was now really throbbing into my hungry Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I started to fuck my Grandfather.

He was still sleeping in deep slumber.

I fucked him as much as I wanted.

I climaxed on him countless times.

Then his Hindu Penis started to swell into me.

I immediately came down, pulled him on my nude Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body and received his great Hindu cum into the utmost depths of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

It filled my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt to the extent that it even flowed out of my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I fucked my Grandfather, thus, daily, as much as I wanted, till we remained there.

At the end of vacation we came back to our working place.

My Hindu grandfather, Durgesh; and his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD; came to our house to attend a function.

After the function day, they stayed for few more days and his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife left to meet her female friends.

Whenever I look at my Hindu grandfather, not only his bathing scene and his extra ordinary genital Hindu organ come to my mind, but every moment when I fucked him was also alive for me.

I did never feel embarrassed.

I enjoyed it instead, very much.

If some persons call it incest, let them go to hell.

He is NOT my REAL grandfather, I already said.

Then how is it incest?

One day, after my parents left for something in the morning, I locked my room and started watching sex pics.

Grand father was still sleeping.

He fucked his Muslim women till he was tired, and then he slept.

It was his routine.

After some time, I listened a knock on the door, and I opened it throwing the sex book in hurry.

My grandfather came to my room and started chit chat…

He asked me to prepare coffee for him.

When I came back with coffee, I saw the sex book in his hands.

I felt like fainted.

I was trembling…

I did not look at him.

I put the cup on the table and said I have to go to vegetable market and came out of the room as if I did not notice the book in his hand.

When I came out of my room my grandfather sauntered authoritatively  to me and asked me to come inside the room.

He showed me the sex book and asked me if it was mine, with some seriousness and authority.

As I felt helpless to my guilt, I pleaded him not to tell this matter to my parents, and said that I will throw it away and I will not see such books again.

Then he exploded his bombshell,

“And what about what you did with me every day when I was sleeping?” He asked curtly.

I was stunned.

So he was not sleeping?

He was awake?

“Dadaji, I’m sorry. I– I lost my head. I lost my mind.”

“I kept it secret, because I thought you were a good girl otherwise. But if you go through these materials—”

I rushed to him and hugged his feet,

“My parents will kill me, Dadaji! They are not as ultra modern as you are. They are not as liberal as you are. They are not as considerate, as you are.”

“Åāýéshah Ħasan ! Should have you done it with me? I loved you like my own granddaughter, and you—-”

“Dadaji, I want to marry you.”

“Nonsense!”

“Dadaji! You are not my real grandfather. Why can’t we both be husband and wife if I’m dying to have you as my husband?”

“Even if I agree, it’s not possible.” he said gravely.

“Dadaji! I want to be my Daadi too.”

“It’s not possible, I say.” Dadaji said gravely again.

I said bitterly,

“They are mad as the other teens are. That age group is blind for love and sex, and unable to develop mature ideas about life, being legally authorized for sex recently.”

“I don’t think so.” Kulsoom Ibrāhīm interrupted.

“What?”

“I think the teens are more sincere for love and sex. As women age, they think of other things more than pure love and pure sex. The teens are mad for you. It means you can give them more pure love and more pure sex than even the boys of their own age group. “

“Bosh and nonsense!”

“I don’t agree with you.” Kħadeejah Muħammad announced, “I agree with Kulsoom Ibrāhīm.”

“Me too.” Sidrah Aħmad said sincerely.

Durgesh!” Maħmood said, “I think the teens are crazy to have sex with you for one more reason. They have ‘experienced and more secure’ sex with you, than with the immature foolish boys of their own age group. They fuck them and forget, but you fuck them and remember.”

“Your 60 years old athletic Hindu body has more lust for them than the foolish boys of their own age group.”

“Well, I feel more comfortable with the Musalmān Beauties of my own age group.” I commented.

“But the teens, twenties and even thirties are more comfortable with you.” Kulsoom Ibrāhīm winked at me lewdly, shamelessly.

“Why?”

“Because,” Kħadeejah Muħammad said thoughtfully, “I think, you give them everything they want, yet take nothing from them in return.”

“Why not?” I argued, “I use their younger female bodies to satisfy my own extra ordinary unquenchable lust. Isn’t that taking everything from them.”

“I think, NO.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said.

“What?”

“You fuck them like a bear gone mad. But, that’s what they want from you.”

“Nonsense!”

Kħadeejah Muħammad giggled, and returned to the subject,

“Thank you, Durgesh! For what you say about us, women of your own age group I mean. We are honored. But you can’t neglect them.They love you fiercely.”

“They are old enough to be my granddaughters.”

“Well, they are NOT your granddaughters. Why imagine irrationally then? The foolish boys of their own age give them less and want more from them. They even want to dominate the girls’ own individuality. Something you never want from anyone. And, your body is so athletic, still now; that if you dye your hair, none can tell you are more than 30 years.”Kulsoom Ibrāhīm said.

Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me,

“The teens are providing you self confidence and energy for remaining ever young, irrespective of your age.”

“Old scoundrel.” Maħmood laughed.

They all laughed with him.

Then Kħadeejah Muħammad said,

“Kħālidah says that Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain was wearing huge dark glasses so she can’t tell very much about her features.

“Kħālidah told me that Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain was wearing the dark glasses because she had been crying.”

“Nonsense! This Zubédah Sheikħ is so incurably romantic that even Kħālidah is being influenced by her incurable romanticism. How did Kħālidah know that Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain was crying?”

“Kħālidah says that the tone of Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain’s voice indicated that she’d been crying. It had a sort of rasp to it.” Kħadeejah Muħammad added.

Sidrah Aħmad tightened her Musalmān vaginal muscles around my deeply buried Uncut Hindu Penis into her ravenous Sunni Muslimah Cunt.

Her Sunni Muslimah vaginal lips were throbbing hungrily on the base of my Uncut Hindu Penis.

She had wrapped her beautiful nude Sunni Muslimah legs around my nude Hindu waist.

“Sālī!” I gritted through my teeth, “Let me stroke in out and in.”

“No, darling, it’s not needed at present.” Sidrah Aħmad winked at me, “Let me enjoy your entire ten inch throbbing into me and extending there beyond even ten inches . Just mount  on me and rest.”

I squeezed her gorgeous nude Musalmān buttocks playing with them.

The tightness of her Sunni Muslimah Cunt was reminding me the tightness of Musalmān teens crazy for my 60 years old, yet still immensely lusty stronget Hindu Penis.

Everyone of them was surprised that it was lustiest in teen Musalmān Cunts.

Even they surrendered ultimately.

“Leave your Hindu semen now into my teen Sunni Muslimah vaginal depths, grandpa!” Åāýéshah Ħasan had pleaded, “My Sunni Muslimah Cunt is dying to have your mature Hindu semen filling it completely and even flowing out. You are fucking me for ten hours non stop. It’s all right now. I surrender, Mere Hindu Piyā!”

I controlled myself and returned to the present to comment on what Kħadeejah Muħammad had said,

“Leave it to Kħālidah, Kħadeejah! ‘Aristocratic bearing, slender, tapering Libyan Muslim fingers, well modulated voice Do you suppose, Kħadeejah! That by any chance Kħālidah has transposed the description of some heroine in Durgesh Muslimahs: the inseparables she was reading, to our visitor?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled,

“I shouldn’t put it past Zubédah Sheikħ and Kħālidah Ůsmān. “

Zubédah Sheikħ laughed disapprovingly.

None paid any attention to her.

Kħadeejah Muħammad continued,

“They both are usually pretty observing, but when they are reading your Ashvinātam sex sites, they’ve got their beautiful Muslimahs heads way up in pink clouds.”

Everyone when she reads those sites.” Zubédah Sheikħ commented.

All of us laughed.

Sidrah Aħmad tightened her Sunni Muslimah vaginal muscles around my buried to the hilt Uncut Hindu Penis.

She tightened her nude legs around my nude Hindu waist too.

Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Muslimah Cunt was sucking my Hindu Penis greedily and ravenously.

What a Sunni Muslimah Beauty!

She was a mastermind nymphomaniac.

Yet, she wanted Hindu men only.

None else.

I smiled at Kħadeejah Muħammad,

“Open the handbag, Kħadeejah!”

Kħadeejah Muħammad opened it,

“Of course, we don’t know its hers.”

“Her behavior is rather odd.” I said, enjoying Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Muslimah vaginal depths and her throbbing ravenous impatient vaginal tightness around the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Penis, “She said she was going out for a few minutes only, that she felt she was in some danger. Then she does not come back, instead, she left her handbag here.”

Sidrah Aħmad chuckled,

Libyan Muslim Beauty she is.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad thundered at her,

“You are jealous of us Årab Muslimah women?”

“I damn care you Waħābī bitches.” Sidrah Aħmad said acidly.

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

Then she returned to the subject,

“The handbag is quite heavy, Durgesh! It may be full of gold coins.”

I regarded the exterior of the bag thoughtfully,

“Open it.” I ordered.

Kħadeejah Muħammad opened the bag, started to reach in, and then jerked her hand back.

“What happened?” I asked.

Before Kħadeejah Muħammad could answer, my mobile rang.

Kħadeejah Muħammad answered it,

“Yes. Durgesh is busy. It’s Kħadeejah Muħammad. The number is new to the mobile.”

She listened a moment.

Then placed her palm on the transmitter, turned to me, and said,

“An Åbdullāh Imām, an attorney, says he wants to talk with you about the Khandelwal case.”

I extended my hand to her for my mobile.

Then on mobile, I said,

“Yes, Imām Sāħab! It’s Durgesh. What can I do for you?”

The man’s voice said,

“I’m representing Deepak Khandelwal. And I understand you are representing his wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, in connexion with the property settlement.”

I smiled.

So, it was the reason she was here.

“Who gave you that impression, Imām Sāħab?”

“Aren’t you?”

I laughed,

“I’m a free lance writer more, Imām Sāħab! than a barrister now.”

“Nevertheless you fight savagely in courts to protect the interests of Musalmān Beauties.” Åbdullāh Imām said bitterly, “Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu Husband of Musalmān Beauties! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! We all know you very well how dangerous you are.”

Chapter 6

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

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

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

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

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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


Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–2

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Nādirā Kaif had to sign the register in the office-building elevator.

It was Saturday morning.

‘Personal life

Katrina Kaif, was born in Hong Kong[2] on July 16, 1984 to an Indian Kashmiri father and a whiteBritish mother.

One of eight children, all daughters, she was raised in Hawaii.

At age fourteen, she was approached by an agent and began modeling; her first job was a jewelry campaign. She continued modeling in London.

―Wikipedia: Katrina Kaif

No one knew here that she was one of the seven sisters of Katrina Kaif.

It was known that she was a Pakistan occupied Kashmiri Muslim girl.

Her Ammī was a white British Muslim.

She looked around.

All other offices were closed.

Nādirā Kaif was looking for ward to a restful weekend but a wire announcing that Kħadeejah Muħammad was due to arrive from Saůūdī Arab on day after tomorrow morning.

It necessitated a lot of last minute statements and reports.

Nādirā Kaif had been unable to get them together by quitting time Friday night.

So, she had promised Deepak Khandelwal that she would come in Saturday morning, finish computer feeding of the reports and have everything on a DVD, so that it can be transferred to his laptop the first thing Monday morning.

The situation was further complicated by the fact that the Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company, Nādirā Kaif was working for, was not actually singularly owned by Kħadeejah Muħammad only.

It was a part of HVS GROUP OF COMPANIES.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was its Managing Director only, not the Owner.

HVS GROUP OF COMPANIES was owned by Hindu Vishv Sansthān.

And, the Life Time Chairman of Hindu Vishv Sansthān was Durgesh himself.

Nādirā Kaif was proud of sleeping with Durgesh, yet she knew, she was deceiving Durgesh.

She was so exactly identical to her twin sister, Katrina Kaif, that she deceived Durgesh, claiming she is Katrina Kaif, herself.

By ten thirty, when Nādirā Kaif was well immersed in her work, she heard the patter of running feet, then the sound of knuckles on the door and a childish treble saying,

“Nādirā auntie― Nādirā auntie!”

For a moment, Nādirā Kaif’s face softened.

Then she frowned with annoyance.

“Kush Khandelwal, Deepak Khandelwal’s seven year old son from his extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, worshipped the ground, Nādirā Kaif walked on.

It was Deepak Khandelwal’s plan to take her onto his bed, she knew.

Socialist People’s Libyan Arab Great Jamahiriya

الجماهيرية العربية الليبية الشعبية الاشتراكية العظمى
Al-Jamāhīriyyah al-
ʿArabiyyah al-Lībiyyah aš-Šaʿbiyyah al-Ištirākiyyah al-ʿUmā

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain had her approach to the Secretary General of the General People’s Congress, Miftah Muħammad Ke’ba.

Deepak Khandelwal was afraid of his wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, already therefore.

Nādirā Kaif, in turn, was strangely drawn to the youngster, Kush Khandelwal.

So, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, was always kind to Nādirā Kaif.

She was, herself, not more interested in her husband, Deepak Khandelwal.

She was interested now in winning my heart itself.

“I was a fool to marry a Manager of a Company.” Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, had said once to her, “Nādirā dear, I could have won Durgesh’s heart myself.”

“Ħabībah!” Nādirā Kaif had stiffened.

“My playboy Hindu husband has a new girl friend, Sidrah Aħmad.”

“Allah!” Nādirā Kaif said under her breath, “Not once again.”

“She lives in Mumbai.”

“How do you know?”

“I have my own information sources.”

“Allah! Allah!” Nādirā Kaif said.

“Let your boss, Deepak Khandelwal fuck Sidrah Aħmad. I’ll fuck the great Freelance Writer and Barrister, Durgesh himself.”

Nādirā Kaif had looked at Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain with startled eyes.

The girl, playing with my Hindu Penis, in the courtroom, had spread her beautiful Muslim eyes wide now.

Durgesh, your Hindu penis is increasing in length and thickness, both.”

I smiled.

“So?”

“And―and in strength too.”

“Enjoying?”

“It’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?”

“I’ve not seen any penis increasing in such a way. It’s―it’s miraculous. It’s wonderful. It’s surprising.”

Suddenly a man, sitting beside her, addressed her,

“Sidrah―Sidrah darling!”

I smiled at him.

“Do you know her?”

“More than herself.”

Sidrah laughed,

“Please, meet my husband, Durgesh darling! Barrister Åbbās Aħmad. Public Prosecutor, Mumbai.”

I whistled almost.

“I’m glad to meet you, Aħmad Sāħab!”

Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Aħmad; smiled.

“You are not glad to meet me. You are glad to meet my wife, Sidrah Aħmad.”

I smiled back at him and bent down on Sidrah.

She lifted her wonderful Muslim mouth expectantly.

I looked around us.

We were in the last line of chairs, in the courtroom.

Sidrah was between her husband, Åbbās Aħmad, and me.

Every one was looking at Hudā and the witness, Imāmzādī Almās Kaif.

There were only two men in the last line of chairs.

Public Prosecutor Åbbās Aħmad, Sidrah’s husband; and me.

Only― Sidrah’s husband and me.

All the rest were beautiful young Muslim women, bearing burqās.

Astonishing!

Every one of them was bearing burqā.

And it was not Pakistan.

It was India.

I knew I was quite safe in kissing Sidrah Aħmad, openly, in the courtroom itself.

I kissed her passionately.

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!

How beautiful Sidrah Aħmad was.

Her lips were juicy.

Passionate.

Scarlet red.

Quivering.

And, wonderful.

She clung to me.

I hugged her.

Both her pointed, erect, Muslim boobs were penetrating my wide Hindu masculine chest.

My right Hindu palm automatically went to her gorgeous Muslim buttocks.

It was habitual to do so.

As soon as, my brain felt, there’s a young woman, surrendering to me for sex and clinging to me, my right palm automatically went to her buttocks.

“Kiss me.” Sidrah Aħmad whispered to me, passionately, “Kiss me passionately, Durgesh! Otherwise I’d die.”

“Don’t worry, my darling, I’ll never let you die.”

“She needs your Hindu Penis right into her Sunni Muslimah Cunt.” Her husband, Public Prosecutor, Åbbās Aħmad, said.

I could not believe my ears.

“What?” I looked at him incredulously.

“He is right, Durgesh!” Sidrah Aħmad whispered under her hot, burning, scorching, breaths.

Her Sunni Muslimah breath was fragrant and intoxicating.

Both her hands were around my neck.

My Hindu Penis was between her soft Sunni Muslimah thighs.

It was knocking on the Sunni Muslimah door of Jannaté Firdaus.

Sunni Muslimah Jannaté Firdaus.

She pressed my throbbing Hindu Penis between her Sunni Muslimah thighs.

My Hindu Penis again demanded entry quite angrily.

I felt that if I don’t enter Sidrah Aħmad, my Hindu Penis would break down out of intense passion.

Suddenly, I pulled her on my lap.

“What happened?”

“What happened?”

The people were suddenly asking.

There was a sudden disorder in the courtroom.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad had turned to us.

Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý banged his gavel,

“Order. Order. What’s happening there? There must be no disturbance any more. Otherwise, I’ll clear the courtroom.”

Nādirā Kaif shut off her computer, crossed her secretarial office, entered the reception room and opened the door.

Kush Khandelwal, his eyes shining with eagerness, held up a laptop for her inspection.

“Hello, Nādirā auntie! Hello, Nādirā auntie!!” he said.

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, moved steadily and deliberately on her high heeled light walking shoes.

She came almost marching down the corridor.

Nādirā Kaif put her arm around the boy, Kush Khandelwal, and lifted him up.

“He is the best gift to me from my ex Hindu husband, Deepak Khandelwal.” Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at Nādirā sweetly.

Nādirā Kaif digested the information.

The information was altogether new to her, that Deepak Khandelwal was an ex Hindu husband, now, to Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife.

Or, more correctly, ex Libyan Muslim wife.

Nādirā Kaif kissed Kush.

She knew, sooner or later, it was bound to happen.

Deepak Khandelwal was completely in a sexual magic spell of this Sidrah Aħmad.

It was to the extent that he was neglecting Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, his extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, too.

“I see, you are not surprised.” Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at her.

“I am already surprised, Al Ħabībah! Deepak is neglecting you for an Indian Muslim girl.”

“Not an Indian Muslim girl―a Sunni Muslim girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you not Sunni?”

“I am Sunni. But Deepak Khandelwal needs as many Sunni Muslim girls to fuck, as he can afford to.”

“Why?”

“You should have asked him.”

“What?”

“You should have asked him, when he tried to black mail you to make you sleep with him.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled,

“I don’t blame him, Al Ħabībah!”

“Why?”

“We all―all of us―are human beings. When our stomach is filled, our life between our thighs starts to demand from us more and more.”

Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, sat down on a sofa.

“I’m listening.” She smiled, “I like your philosophy of life.”

Nādirā Kaif also sat down on sofa chair, opposite Al Ħabībah.

“Well, it’s not exactly original.”

“Influenced from Durgesh?”

“Heavily. The only thing, I can’t digest from Durgesh, is that he proposes―”

“―advocates―”

“Yes! Sorry. He advocates POLYGAMY for Hindu males, but Monogamy for even us Muslimahs.”

“I think, his genes make him to behave in such an absurd manner.”

Deepak Khandelwal stood leaning against the rail as an inky ribbon of black water widened between the ship and the dock.

The hoarse whistle bellowed into noise as spectators on the pier waved hands and handkerchiefs in farewell.

Propellers churned the water into yeasty foam, and then subsided.

The strains of Aloha Oe, snug by the soft voices of beautiful Muslim women, reached the ears of suddenly silent passengers.

Minutes later, as the shore noises drifted astern, Deepak Khandelwal, watching the Aloha tower shrinking in the background of city lights, could see the black outlines of the mountains rising in silent silhouette against the stars.

The hiss of water streaming past the ship’s side became increasingly audible.

Kħadeejah Muħammad clasped strong fingers over the back of my hand where it rested on the rail.

“I’ll never forget this, Durgesh!” She kissed me on my lips, “It’s big and quiet and solemn.”

I nodded, fingering the flowered leis that circled my neck with hands of red, white and purple.

“Want to stay, darling?” I asked.

“No―but it’s something I’ll never forget.”

My voice showed power and self-confidence,

“It’s been a wonderful interlude. A whole month of absolute nudity everywhere. All the beautiful Muslimahs from almost every Islamic country, and other countries too. All the handsome Hindu men from India. All the impotent Musalmeen husbands to serve us all. Your idea was really fantastic.”

“Thank you.” Kħadeejah Muħammad bent down and kissed my steel hard, eight inches long, inviting Hindu Penis.

“Your Hindu Penis once again proved its uniqueness. Of all Hindus, there on the island; it was only your Hindu Penis that was unique.

Six inches long, when untouched by any beautiful nymph, eight inches long when serviced properly by her in her palm, ten inches long when sucked, and twelve inches long when inside.”

Deepak Khandelwal heard it, and grimaced.

His penis was eight inches long, but it never extended beyond nine inches, however it’s served by beautiful soft Muslim palms, mouths, cunts and asses.

Nine inches was his limit.

All his passionate sex kicks, inside even; could not extend it beyond nine inches, ever.

He had talked with Durgesh.

“Your Hindu Penis is a great gift to you from Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad was sleeping.

So, Durgesh was surrounded by almost every Muslimah there.

All in nude.

Durgesh was also in nude.

Deepak Khandelwal was also in nude.

“I’d advised you, Deepak, to watch your Stavans.”

“My friends and family laugh at me when I offer Stavans to your Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā.”

“My Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā?” I laughed, “Hey, He is not only mine.”

“Yes.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“I sent my Secretary, Gul Jamāl to you. She let you fuck her on my request.”

“Oh,” I smiled at Gul Jamāl, “You are excellent on the bed, Gul!”

“Thank you. I told the boss that your Hindu Penis is only six inches long, but it extends to eight inches when some beauty play with it properly, taking it in her palms.”

“I did not believe her.” Deepak Khandelwal groaned, “Yet, she proved to be right. I’m the only one here whose penis extends to nine inches only. All the rest extend between nine and ten inches.”

“And―” Gul Jamāl kissed my Hindu Penis, bending over it, “it’s the only penis here that extends beyond ten inches, when inside, with each stroke, as much as to twelve inches even.”

Gul Jamāl was from Afghanistan.

She was a Pathan Muslim girl.

Immensely beautiful of course.

She conspired with me against her boss, Deepak Khandelwal.

My Hindu Penis into her Pathan Muslim Cunt and her Pathan Muslim ass had won her forever.

Now, Deepak Khandelwal could not satisfy her absolutely, as he could satisfy her till now.

“I’ll kiss your feet always, Durgesh!” Gul Jamāl was riding on my mount Everest Hindu Penis, and was fucking me, herself, savagely, “Please, promise me that you’ll fuck me always from now on.”

“But you are Deepak’s secretary, Gul! Will he let you?”

“I’m his secretary―not his wife.” Gul Jamāl flared.

“Gul darling!”

“Even his wife, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, is planning to fuck you, and you are trying to stop me! His secretary?”

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad came to us marching angrily.

“What are you doing, Durgesh? What are you doing?” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad shouted.

Public Prosecutor, Åbbās Aħmad, also shouted angrily,

“What do you think?”

Nādir shouted,

“Behave. Who are you?”

“I’m Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Aħmad.”

“What?”

“Yes! And this is my card. Take it. Here it is.”

Nādir Muħammad looked at him madly.

“What are you looking at? That’s my face―not my card.”

“Oh―oh―yes!-―yes.”

“Take it.”

Nādir Muħammad took the card.

Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

Nādirā Kaif tried to change the subject,

“I’ve some work to do, Al Ħabībah!”

“Oh!”

“A very important job. We are working against a deadline.”

“I know. Kħadeejah Muħammad is coming Monday morning.” Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain’s voice showed her utter indifference to the urgency of the matter.

Why should she be afraid of Kħadeejah Muħammad any more?

It was Deepak Khandelwal, who was the manager of Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company―not she.

She has decided to divorce Deepak Khandelwal now.

She has decided to go to Durgesh’s bed where even Kħadeejah Muħammad is a woman only.

“Nādirā!” she addressed Nādirā Kaif sweetly, “Would you be a dear and watch Kush for thirty minutes? I’ve a very important personal appointment and I just can’t take him with me. You know, you are the only one, he’ll stay with.”

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, glanced at her wristwatch.

Nādirā Kaif knew that the thirty minutes could be at least forty-five and might well be an hour.

And if Al Ħabībah is going to Durgesh

“Are you going to Durgesh?” Nādirā Kaif asked Al Ħabībah suddenly, smiling.

“Why not?” Al Ħabībah also smiled back at Nādirā Kaif, “Why should I not? Your boss, Deepak Khandelwal, is interested in Sidrah Aħmad more, than in me. Why should I not go to Deepak Khandelwal’s boss, Durgesh, and offer myself to him?”

“Well―” Nādirā Kaif hesitated.

She looked at her wristwatch.

“I ask you it for my sake, Nādirā!” Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain said to her gravely, “We are friends, both against a man, Deepak Khandelwal.”

“Well, I’m not exactly against him, Al Ħabībah!” Nādirā Kaif tried to smile.

Al Ħabībah looked at her, astonished.

“Nādirā! You are not against a man who is trying to blackmail you constantly?”

“I know how beautiful I am, Al Ħabībah!”

“So what?”

“Your husband, Deepak Khandelwal, is not the only man who desires me. I can’t be against all the men who dream of me. I too dreamt of Durgesh.”

“Dreamt of Durgesh? Not only you, my dear, NOT only you. In fact, who of us beauties does not?”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

Durgesh fucks my sister Katrina Kaif, in his understanding, not me.”

“And, imagine, the real Katrina Kaif, meets Durgesh and falls in love with him.” Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

“No chance at all. Katrina is interested in her career, not in sex.”

“And, imagine, Durgesh meets the real Katrina Kaif, and falls in love with her.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed loudly.

“No chance at all again. Durgesh is already fucking the real Katrina Kaif, in his understanding. In his understanding, the real Katrina Kaif, is mad for him.”

“Nādirā! You are playing with dynamite.”

“Nonsense! The real Katrina Kaif, is my real sister. She can’t go against me. Want to bet that she can even admit to Durgesh that she is mad for him? She fucks him?”

“And if Durgesh wants to fuck her then and there?”

Katrina Kaif is the number one heroine of the Bollywood now. She can manage all the situations. She is habitual of such managements now.”

Al Ħabībah smiled,

“Actually, Nādirā! Kush has some things he wants to talk over with you. He’s been rather upset this morning. Gul Jamāl is also not here.”

“Oh, Nādirā auntie!” Kush pleaded, “Let me stay here with you, please! I want to talk with you.”

“All right.” Nādirā Kaif said, “But you are going to have to be a good boy, Kush! You’re going to sit on a chair and watch your Nādirā auntie work. I have some very important statements to get out.”

“I’ll be good.” Kush promised.

He climbed into a chair, and seated himself with his hands in a possessive way on the laptop.

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain headed for the door.

“I’m coming after fucking that HVS Supremo.”

“Best of luck.” Nādirā Kaif laughed at her.

“Thank you.” Al Ħabībah called after and waved her.

Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kush,

“What’s in the laptop?”

“Videos.”

Nādirā Kaif regarded the laptop with sudden apprehension,

“Now look here, Kush! You don’t have those dirty videos stored in your laptop. Not again that dirty 6yrs old girl, Samīnā; sucking your Hindu manhood, giving you a fine blowjob, as you say.”

Kush smiled and shook his head,

“This isn’t my laptop. It’s Daddy’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“Daddy keeps his laptop in his bedroom, upstairs. Last night he let me put my laptop too in his bedroom. He said we‘d interchange our laptops one day. Therefore, this morning, I took his laptop.

The words poured out with Kush’s childish accent.

They were spoken so rapidly that one word seemed literally to tread on the heels of another as they left the child’s lips.

Nādirā Kaif regarded the laptop thoughtfully.

It may contain anything.

Even the secret information regarding the Company, Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining Smelting & Investment Company.

Yes, it can’t be reached without proper password, but Deepak Khandelwal had a bad habit about passwords.

He usually used his current girl friend’s name as password.

If she is right, it must be SIDRAH now.

Once it was Ħabībah.

Once it was Nādirā too, though she never was his girl friend.

Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Ahmad―yes, he was right.

Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad extended his right hand.

“Nice to meet you here at Jabalpur. Myself Nādir Muħammad, Public Prosecutor here.”

Åbbās gripped Nādir Muħammad’s hand in his strong palm.

“Nice to meet you too. Nice to meet you too. She is my wife, Sidrah Aħmad.”

“On Durgesh’s lap?” Nādir Muħammad asked in the flow, but he regretted it as soon as he asked it.

Sidrah Aħmad closed her softest Sunni Muslimah buttocks around my revolting steel hard Hindu Penis between them.

She clung to me again with entire her feminine force.

“She is ill.” Åbbās Aħmad said.

“Oh―” Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad said, “You should haven’t brought her here.”

I squeezed Sidrah Aħmad’s beautiful Muslim tits on the pretext that I was taking care of her.

Sidrah Aħmad shuddered on my hot Hindu lap.

Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý had taken a fifteen-minute recess to clear the matter.

He was in his chamber now.

My Hindu Penis was Mount Everest now, between her Sunni Muslim glorious buttocks.

My entire existence was shouting at me, to tear off her dress, make her naked, and fuck her then and there in the very courtroom.

My angry Hindu Penis was demanding it, savagely; right there between her Sunni Muslim wonderful buttocks.

It was throbbing there trying to penetrate her Sunni Muslim asshole.

Sidrah Aħmad was madly clinging to me, kissing on my forehead, on my face, on my lips, on my neck and where not.

Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad was looking at us incredulously.

“What is your wife doing, Sir? What is your wife doing, Sir?” he asked feverishly.

“Tell him, Doctor!” Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Aħmad addressed a young girl in he burqā.

“Doctor?” We all were surprised.

“Yes. She is a psychiatrist from Mumbai, Dr. Ameenah Sultān Åālam.”

All the people surrounding us were suddenly all praise for the world known, renowned psychiatrist from Mumbai, Dr. Ameenah Sultān Åālam.

She had with her several assistant women psychiatrists as well.

All the beautiful Muslim young girls, wearing burqās, there; were actually the expert psychiatrists, assisting the young yet great psychiatrist from Mumbai, Dr. Ameenah Sultān Åālam.

They all produced their papers to the effect.

Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad; himself examined them carefully.

Then, suddenly, he took all those papers and marched to the Judge’s chamber, gravely.

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

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

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

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

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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