The Audacity: 20

The Audacity

Durgesh

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Chapter 20

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

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, fucked me wildly, as if we were not even human beings, we were wild animals only.
That was what Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, needed immensely.
I obliged her enormously.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad could never provide her such a wild animal sex Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar needed very much.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad compensated it with his tremendous money, but losing the money even, he was enormously helpless.*

The ambulance turned to left from the square.
An exactly same in appearance ambulance appeared there almost simultaneously that went ahead to the destination of the first ambulance.

The first ambulance stopped in a big ultramodern huge mansion.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad came down.
“Why don’t you report it, Bhāījan?” Al Ħannah Al Muħammad asked him furiously, “She is not your wife any more. She was never your wife, moreover. She is a bloody murderess that had cleverly plotted your murder. If Durgesh himself hadn’t surmised her such a cunning, yet doubtlessly criminal scheme, if he hadn’t warned us already, she would have murdered you, legally protecting herself absolutely.”
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled at his younger sister.
“Durgesh inside?”
“Sure,” Al Ħannah Al Muħammad smiled, “Where else? His ever sexiest Uncut Hindu Cock needs your extremely beautiful younger sister’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. He is waiting for me to return to him.”
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad sighed.
“Durgesh saved my life, Al Ħannah Al Muħammad. I don’t know how can I ask for his forgiveness. I always charged him that he is interested only in fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He is the ever worst enemy of entire Musalmīn and Islam even. I’m so ashamed of myself now…”
“Oh, come on, Bhāījan. Durgesh is too dedicated to humanity to remember ever these immaterial trivia. He is waiting for me.”
Al Ħannah Al Muħammad grabbed her elder brother’s hand and entered the mansion.*

Still unbelieving of what had been said and happened, I was still a little abnormal by the suddenness of it all.

In a pensive tone I whispered.
“Ålī Abī Tālib, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is gorgeous and as much as I would love to have her as you suggest, but I need to think about it a little more.”

He smiled at me,
“That’s the sort of answer I expected from you, not taking advantage of the situation. Just thinking about what’s right. Of course, you need to think it through.”

Passing me the envelope Ålī Abī Tālib added,
“These are for you to look through to help you decide.”
I opened the package.
There were about a dozen photos of Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, naked and in some very naughty poses.
I looked Ålī Abī Tālib in the eye and he smiled at me.
I returned his smile,

“Thanks, Ålī Abī Tālib, she is beautiful.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned.
“Yes, Dad, she is.” He Mumbled. “Tell you what, let’s test the water tonight. See how she reacts to seeing you near naked.”
Ålī Abī Tālib was quite enthusiastic.

“Dad, why don’t you take your trousers off and pretend to be asleep on the sofa? Leave the table light on.” Ålī Abī Tālib added, “I will ask your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to fetch me a glass of water, but will warn her that you were nude and fell asleep and I hope that looking at those pictures may make you stiff.”

“There is a good chance that she will see your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, Dad. And if it’s stiff, so much the better. I will let you know in the morning how she reacted. That may help you in your decision making.”

With a sudden jolt in my tummy I agreed.
my pulse quickened as I removed my shoes, trousers and lied down on the sofa.
Ålī Abī Tālib wished me goodnight and thanked me for listening and for being so understanding.
He was right.
The photos did give me a hard on.

I heard the bedroom door open.
I twisted my boxers to the side as if I had shifted in my sleep, I pulled my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund from the side so as to make it look like it had come out as I turned, I half closed my eyes so as to look asleep, she would never tell in this light that they were not fully closed.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, appeared in a short nightdress.
When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks and put her hand to her mouth in shock.
My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund twitched as I realised that she was looking at it.
She stood very still and was unable, it seemed, to take her eyes from my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was a very erotic moment for me, for the first time ever I just wanted to grab her and fuck her.
She rubbed her breast with her right hand and took half a step towards me as if for a better view, then she turned and hurried to the kitchen.
On the way back to bed and before going back upstairs she stopped and looked at me again and looking back once more as she climbed the stairs.

I had the feeling that judging by the way she looked at me that maybe she liked her Hindu father in law’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let her get settled and then walked up to my room.
I collapsed onto my double bed and spread myself, my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing and for the first time I fantasized about my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, as I wanked.

“Here’s your glass of water,” said Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad as she returned to the bedroom.
She felt flushed and a little flustered.
She had just seen her Hindu father in law’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and it looked lovely nice and hard, and quite big.
She was a little disgusted at herself thinking like that about her Hindu father in law, but tried to justify her thoughts by adding that since Ålī Abī Tālib’s illness she had not seen one stiff, and that she really missed it.

Sure, Ålī Abī Tālib was loving and very considerate in other ways, but she did miss being penetrated by hot hard flesh.
‘Allah, oh, God, she thought, ‘I am thinking such nasty and slutty things recently.’
She climbed into bed next to her husband.

“Is everything ok, love?” he asked watching her face and looking for a reaction.

He noted that she was a little flushed.
“Oh. Yes, yes, fine,” she stammered.
‘Pull yourself together, woman,’ she told herself.

“Was Dad still there, did you check him to make sure he was ok,” he asked pointedly.

“Yes I looked at him. He is fine,” she answered her voice a tad shaky.

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled to himself, time to probe a little more he thought.
“What’s the matter Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, you do look a little red and flustered?”

She turned towards Ålī Abī Tālib and kissed him on the cheek, took his hand and placed it between her legs,
“Please, bring me off, darling,” she whispered as she spread her thighs.

Ålī Abī Tālib started to caress her love lips and to push into her, she was absolutely soaking.
Ålī Abī Tālib found her clit and started to gently caress it.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad moaned quietly.

“My, you are very wet and turned on. What bought this about?” he asked, smiling, yet, surprised too, ostensibly.

Hd a good idea already of what had made her so horny.
She could not get the vision of Dad’s big stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out of her mind.
It was only a fleeting glimpse in the half-light, but she had not seen a hard stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund for ages.
She hated the idea that it was her Hindu father in law’s, but she was unable to control her thought process.
As Ålī Abī Tālib thrust two fingers into her, she pushed against them.
Ålī Abī Tālib whispered into her ear.

“Tell me, lover, tell me what has made you so hot.”

She was now getting close to her orgasm, yet she tried to retain her moral stance.
She could not tell her husband what had made her so horny.

“Come on, baby, let me in on your secret, why are you suddenly so excited,” Ålī Abī Tālib whispered.

She sighed deeply as his fingers worked their magic,
“Dad” she gasped, “it’s Dad.”

“What about him?” asked Ålī Abī Tālib pushing home his advantage.

“Allah, God, this sounds awful, but it was his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. It was hanging out the side of his pants.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled broadly, this may be easier than he had thought, and if it all worked out she would soon be truly happy he thought.

“You have seen it before” Ålī Abī Tālib teased his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever religious, yet ever sexiest ardent Musalmān tremendously stunning wife.

She looked at him through glazed eyes, they had never kept any secrets from each other, but this just seemed so bad.

“Yes, but never hard before and it was not as big then.” She whispered shyly.

Ålī Abī Tālib cheered to himself,
“Did you like it? was it nice to look at?” Ålī Abī Tālib whispered into her ear as seductively as possible.

He was now rubbing his thumb over her clit as he pushed into her,
“Ooh, yes, Allah, it was lovely,” she drawled.

“Did you want to touch it, to feel it in your hands?” he continued to tease her,

“Allah, Allah, God forgive me, but yes I did, I wanted to feel it throbbing in my hands.”

Now to really test her he thought just to see just how turned on she really was, he pushed his fingers as deep into her as he could and stirred them around, pushing and pulling his fingers into her.

“Just imagine that these fingers are Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and he is pushing into you, go on, baby, visualise it.”

He felt her muscles clamp on his digits.
“Allah, Oh god, so good, ” she wailed, “but he’s your ‘father’, I can’t,” she protested weakly.

He spurred her on,
“Would you like him to fuck you, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to feel his… to feel his utmost experienced Hindu manhood sliding into your hot and wet ever religious, ever sophisticated, immensely educated, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī, twenty eight years old,young Musalmān Choot?”

“Oh yes, Ålī Abī Tālib, if it’s possible, if Durgesh Pāpājī won’t mind fucking me,” she breathed out passionately, “it would be so good.”

Ålī Abī Tālib was excited for her,
“Then go with the fantasy, baby, just imagine that this is his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, feel how hard it is for you, his balls are slapping your ever smart ever perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, as he fucks you, your juices are flowing over his nice, hard stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, as it thrusts into you.”

She let out a long moan,
“Yes, Ålī Abī Tālib, oh yes. That’s it. Fuck me Dad, fuck me hard it’s been so long, make me cum for you Dad, make Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, cum on your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad panted.

She knew she was being really nasty, but she was so turned on she didn’t care it spurred her on and she started her orgasm, her inner muscles clamped onto his fingers and spasms racked her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body,

“I’m cumming, Dad, Durgesh, don’t stop, please. Fuck me.” She pleaded.

It had been a long time since she had cum this hard, thought Ålī Abī Tālib, he now knew that he had been right about the possibly of her accepting Dad as her lover, although only in fantasy at the moment.
However, it also proved to him that his plan was sound and that it had a fifty-fifty chance of succeeding, he hoped so.

“So you would really like Durgesh Pāpājī to fuck you then,” he asked her, to plant the seed in her mind.

“Oh yes,” Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad answered in her immense female Musalmān lust, “Allah, oh God, yes it would be so good, that hard ever young stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund fucking me,” she gasped between spasms.

Now Ålī Abī Tālib got a little nastier,
“And would you suck it clean afterwards if he told you too?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded at Ålī Abī Tālib unable to talk as she came down from her climax,
“Yessssssssss, oh fuck yes, I would willingly.” She admitted.

Ålī Abī Tālib was highly delighted.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad had only just glimpsed Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund once and she was as turned on and excited by it as he had seen her for ages.
He was surprised at just how frustrated she must be.
He was so happy that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was thinking about her Hindu father in law in that way, it meant there was a chance of success.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was desperate to see her truly happy again and judging by her thoughts and actions just now, she soon would be, providing that Dad was happy to go with the plan.
That really might be troublesome.
Durgesh was an immensely moral human being.
Every out of way sexual relationship was never initiated by him.
The extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always instigated them, seduced Durgesh constantly into it determinedly.
Could Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad do that?
Was she really that crazy to get Durgesh inside her, as those horniest beautiful Musalmān houseladies were?
Durgesh never helped them.
They always had to impose themselves to Durgesh, invariably.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was now down from her climax and the reality of what she had said and thought was coming home to her.
How could she fantasise about her Hindu father in law in that way, it is awful and depraved, it is also incest how could she have sunk so low.
She turned her back on her husband too embarrassed to face him and started to sob, her shame and embarrassment flowing as tears down her face.

“What’s the matter, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked with genuine concern.

She buried her face in her hands,
“You must hate me thinking about Durgesh Pāpājī in such an awful way, what Bahū Bégam would do such a dreadful thing,” she sobbed.

Ålī Abī Tālib cuddled her close feeling her pain and spoke soothingly into her ear,
“Remember, you are a loving Bahū Bégam, who has suffered a great deal recently, of course, I don’t hate you for that, and I love you for it, instead. I can’t please you that way now any more. Dad is the head of our family. He has a moral duty to fulfill your needs if I can’t do that. You are asking for your natural rights only. What the hell wrong in it?”

He opened up a little to her about some of his concerns and thoughts,

“I love you for admitting to me that you have desires and if I am honest I would rather you think about Dad that way than some stranger who we don’t know or trust.”

Her sobs slowed.
“I know how difficult it is for you with me being unable to make love to you, and I know you must be a little frustrated. If it helps you like this then you can keep peeping at his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and fantasise about him just as much as you like.”

She turned and cuddled Ålī Abī Tālib close,
“You are such a loving man, Ålī Abī Tālib, and so understanding, but it just doesn’t seem right, me getting so excited by my own father in law.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at her confession,
“Well, I truly do not see a problem with it at all. We are in our own home. Nobody knows but you and me. What happens in this house is nobody’s business but ours, so just go ahead and enjoy it.”

She had a feeling of genuine love and concern from her husband,

“I love you so much, but it feels now as if I have cheated on you, I feel sort of dirty.” She mumbled.

Ålī Abī Tālib hugged her tighter, now time to plant another seed he thought.
“Well, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, if you was ever going to cheat I would like it to be with Durgesh Pāpājī, with nobody else, please.”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad looked curiously at Ålī Abī Tālib.
Her eyes were open wide with surprise.

“He loves you and you love him and there is nothing dirty about family love; however it’s shown or demonstrated.” He told her.

“Allah,” she said, “So you really are not angry with me?”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled as she relaxed,
“No! Of course not, not at all. Now that you are not as excited or turned on and are thinking clearly, be honest with me, did you really like Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, tell me truthfully,” Ålī Abī Tālib pleaded.

She hugged him closer,
“I feel embarrassed saying this to you, Ålī Abī Tālib, but yes, I did like it, very much, immensely, it’s really miraculous, really wonderful.”

“What was nice about it then, maybe we can use the fantasy again?” he asked as lovingly as he could, as he did not want to spook her.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad blushed as she spoke,
“It was sticking up so proud and so hard and it looked very large. It jerked a couple of times as I stood there; it was as if it was calling me over. It was lucky he was asleep and not watching me admiring it. Allah, God, the thought of Durgesh Pāpājī being awake and seeing me looking at his Uncut Hindu Lund gave me a perverse thrill,” she mumbled.

Ålī Abī Tālib felt as if half of his plan was there already, she liked what she saw, it’s now only convincing her that Dad is the right person to please her.

“Would you like to see it again then?” He gently asked her, she was silent for a while, but he did not push her.

“It wouldn’t be right, Ålī Abī Tālib, would it? I mean he is Durgesh Pāpājī, my father in law.”

“Well, he is probably passed out now. So, he would never know. Let me go and check on him.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded; her tummy was knotted with nervous energy.*

Ålī Abī Tālib came into my room and shook me gently.
I opened my eyes.

“Hi, what’s up,” I asked

“I will tell you in the morning more fully,” Ålī Abī Tālib said urgently, “but I think your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, wants another look at your Hindu manhood, pretend to be out cold from the booze and do and say nothing.”

I nodded the excitement, returning.
Ålī Abī Tālib was back in his own room,
“He is in his own bed and out for the count nothing will wake him, do you want to go and have a closer look at him?”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was feeling really nervous.
Yet the temptation was infinite.
She nodded,
“Yesssssssss.”

“Come on, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, tell me what you want to tell me. What it is you want to do.”

She was taken aback by Ålī Abī Tālib’s words, but she also loved a man telling her what to do and his manner excited her, if only he had been more like this over the years she thought.
She took a deep breath and quietly admitted to her husband,

“Ålī Abī Tālib, I know it’s so wrong, but I want to go and get a good look at Dad’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. I want to see it properly,”

Ålī Abī Tālib took her hand and led her to my room,
“Then you shall see it, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,” Ålī Abī Tālib whispered.

I tried to give the impression of being asleep when they entered.
Ålī Abī Tālib turned on the table light and directed the beam at the bed,
“Ready?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked,

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded and Ålī Abī Tālib pulled back the quilt.
My stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was bathed in light.
It was really stiff and jutting out from me, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad gasped and stared at it.

“Allah! It’s hard. Is he really sixty four?” she said as she felt the juices start to seep from her fanny.

“He is probably dreaming of a nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman,” Ålī Abī Tālib answered, “Get closer he won’t wake up,” he assured her.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad took a nervous step towards her Hindu father in law; she had an overwhelming urge to touch it to feel its Hindu hardness.
She looked wide-eyed at her husband, who sensed her desire,

“Get onto your knees, and get closer to it.” He instructed her.

She knelt right next to the bed, her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body felt alive as she studied this gorgeous stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Do you like the look of it then, is it as good as you thought?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded her head.

“Tell me then, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was staring at the stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as she answered,

“Allah, God, it’s so stunning, really gorgeous, so hard and strong, he will please every woman some day with that,” she whispered.

“You are right and you will be surprised at who that woman now first will be,” Ålī Abī Tālib replied, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad looked curiously at him but let it pass.

“Touch it, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, be gentle mind, but just feel it,” Ålī Abī Tālib encouraged her.

I was going crazy hearing the comments my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, made and now she was going to feel me and touch my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund, I was close to cumming and hoped I wouldn’t.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was in a quandary.
She wanted to feel it, to experience its Hindu hardness, but she was my Daughter in Law.
It just was not right.
Ålī Abī Tālib knew what her dilemma was.
Ålī Abī Tālib knelt beside her.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you give him a treat, push two fingers into your ever religious, ever sophisticated, immensely educated, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī, twenty eight years old,young Musalmān Choot and get them all wet with your juices,”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad did as instructed.
Ålī Abī Tālib heard her juices squishing about and knew she was once again heavily turned on.
She allowed Ålī Abī Tālib to take her hand and rub her sticky Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān fingers over my Uncut Hindu Lund until her fingers were clean.
She was amazed that he did that and at the same time, she saw my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund jerk upwards.

“Even in his sleep he loves your taste, look how his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund throbs for you, just stoke it, it will give you more realism in our future fantasies,” Ålī Abī Tālib urged her quietly.

This was as much to persuade me, as it was to persuade her Ålī Abī Tālib thought.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad tentatively stretched out her hand and let the tips of her delicate Musalmān fingers gently run up my Hindu shaft.
I could not help it.
I groaned at her touch, involuntarily.
She recoiled,

“Don’t worry. Durgesh Pāpājī is still asleep,” Ålī Abī Tālib reassured her.

Without any prompting, she stretched her hand again and this time held it, wrapping her delicate Musalmān fingers around my throbbing Hindu shaft.
“Oh may Allah forgive me,” she muttered, “but this feels so nice,”

“You like the feel of it then, darling?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked excitedly.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad nodded,
“I know I may go to hell for this, but Allah help me it’s gorgeous, it feels so alive as it twitches and jerks in my hand.”

She smiled up at her husband,
” Durgesh Pāpājī won’t know? will he? I would be mortified and could never face him again if he knew I was fondling his stunning stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked on as she tightened her grip, her eyes wide with immense female Musalmān lust.

“No, he will not know. Durgesh Pāpājī will think he had an erotic dream, that’s all.”

“Allah, Oh God, I would really hate him to find out,”

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad sighed as she cupped my Hindu balls with her other delicate ardent Musalmān hand and squeezed them gently.
It was all I could do to remain still.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad started to rub my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund up and down.
She loved the feel of it so soft and yet so hard.
She had never seen a stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as good and as big.
It was even bigger than her husband’s was, when he was fit,

“If only he wasn’t my father in law, and a Hindu,” she murmured.
Ålī Abī Tālib heard her and let a smile of satisfaction cross his face.

She saw a drop of pre-cum leaking from the eye.
Looking at Ålī Abī Tālib she bent her head and swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān tongue around my Hindu glans sweeping up the fluid.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad gently kissed the top and then lifted her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān mouth.
She looked at her husband,

“Sorry, I should not have done that,” Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad apologised.

Ålī Abī Tālib was in heaven.
This was going much better than he could ever have dreamed possible.

“No problems, darling. It will all add to the realism for us,” he said telling a little white lie.

As Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad sat there holding her Hindu father in law’s stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, she said,
“We should better go before I get too attached to this Hindu monster.”

She pulled it one last time and much to her surprise my Hindu spunk jetted from it.
It went high into the air and landed into her immensely surprised Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth that was fully open due to the immense incredulity of the events .
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was mesmerised and shocked but by force of habit she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund a couple of more times, rope after rope of my sticky man juice spurted from my spewing stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It caused Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad to have a mini orgasm and she clamped her legs together, then bringing her hand to her mouth she swallowed and licked my Hindu spunk from her fingers.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad suddenly jumped up and ran from the room,

“Allah, Oh God, what have I done!” she sobbed.

Chapter 21
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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