Sixty One Eighteen in love-5

Sixty One Eighteen in love


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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Our home was a plain little farming house atop a hill that overlooked all of our fields. Sure, it might sound majestic, but then I would say to you that you know nothing about farming.

This was the winter of my eighteenth year, and it was just my Hindu father, Durgesh,  and I left to tend the farm.

my mother had gone to see her father as he was suffering from cancer.

Durgesh Dad and I continued as the best we could.

We did, with him working the fields, and me taking care of the house and chores.

But there still just weren’t enough hours in the day to do everything that needed to be done, and that included repairing those annoying little cracks in the walls that were now letting this biting wind to blow right through the house.

“Fātimah,” my Hindu father, Durgesh, called out, “I’m going to grab the last of the firewood.”

“Okay, Durgesh Dad. Be careful,” I replied as I took a roast out of the oven.

I called him Durgesh Dad knowingly, deliberately.

I wanted him to differentiate from my own real Abbu ever.

I refused to forget my real Abbu ever.

Allah, how much he loves me even now!

My parents had had me late in life.

Even my Durgesh Dad was now 61-years-old, and though he was as strong as an ox, I still worried about him.

He needed sex 24×7.

Moreover, he needed it with extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān women only.

The other women could not meet his extreme sexual prowess.

They bled even while Durgesh Papa Jī fucked them.

We were running low on firewood, and it was going to be a cold night without anything in the wood burner.

I had pulled out all of the blankets and flannels I could find, but it still wasn’t going to take off that ‘bone chill’ we were feeling.

“Fātimah, we’ve only got 3 logs left. I just haven’t had a chance to chop any wood lately with all of the fieldwork I’ve had to be doing. I can do some tomorrow, but that isn’t going to do us a whole lot of good tonight.”

I was getting cold just thinking about how frigid it was going to be tonight in my bed, but I kept a brave face on so my Hindu father, Durgesh, wouldn’t feel bad about the lack of wood.

“Well, dinner is ready and hot, that will help us warm up some, and I’ve gotten out all the blankets, so we should be okay.”

Durgesh Dad smiled at me, but I was grown enough to tell it was forced.

He felt like he had disappointed me.

I stepped out of the shower, fairly certain I had used all of the hot water that ever existed on Earth.

Luckily, I was a late night shower person, and Durgesh Daddy was an evening shower person, so I could be greedy with the hot water.

As I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and stepped over to the mirror to wipe off the steam.

While I was blow-drying my hair, I swayed back and forth to the music in my head, studying myself in the mirror as I continued in my tedious task.

I allowed my eyes to track down my developing Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves, my growing bosom, my protruding hips… I reached up and undid the towel that was covering me, letting it drop to the floor.

I gave a small smile as I looked at my naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body in the mirror.

I hated to come off as conceited, but I was definitely starting to look like a mature Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman with all the parts in the right places.

I knew that a lot of the Hindu boys at school wanted to have sex with me, and I had sex with Mohan Shankar Pratāp, but somehow I just knew he wasn’t that good.

I needed more than Mohan Shankar Pratāp could give me.

Like my Ammījān, Al Jalees Al Wāħid, I was too one of the horniest Sunni Musalmān Beauties.

Sometimes I wonder why we Sunni Musalmān Beauties are so everhorniest.

We Sunni Musalmān Beauties are, generally, so everhorniest that only the eversexiest Hindu males could quench our everlasting Sunni Musalmān female lust, none else.

It’s our everancient history too.

Our own men used to kidnap us and sell us to Hindus, bringing us to India.

The old Arab Economy depended on it so heavily, that when even Islam tried to stop it, it had to face an utmost successful  Counter Revolution in the leadership of Yazīd Malåūn.

I thought sometimes to join Durgesh Papa Jī’s bed myself too, as my Ammījān did.

It was the teachers at school that intrigued me.

They always looked so, I don’t know, wise; like they might know what they were doing as opposed to someone like Mohan Shankar Pratāp.

After admiring my own shapely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān form for a few moments more, the cold finally started to creep through the steam, and I knew it was time to get some clothes on pronto.

I was awake, and it didn’t seem there were enough covers in the world to keep me warm.

Even under my down comforter, I was shivering, and I couldn’t stop.

As this went on, I decided there was only one option.

Hoping out of bed, I immediately felt the cold of the wooden floor making its way through my wool socks, and I quickly hoped from throw rug to throw rug for just an added extra layer of protection from the cold floor.

I made my way down the hallway to my Hindu father’s room and cracked the door open barely an inch before I heard,


“Hey,  Durgesh Dad. I’m freezing, and I was thinking…”

“Sleeping together? Crawl on in, I had the same thought.”

I smiled and quickly made my way over to his bed, and hoped in.

The difference of two bodies under the same cover was almost immediately perceptible.

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks, and we quickly settled in to try to get some sleep.

I had no clue how long we had been asleep when I awoke again.

This time it wasn’t the cold that woke me up, but the feeling of a body pressed against my back.

Apparently in his sleep my Hindu father, Durgesh, had rolled over and started spooning me.

I could feel his body’s Hindu heat against my back, down to the curve of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

It wasn’t unpleasant in the least as I enjoyed the Hindu heat very much.

After all, I was my Ammījān’s daughter, Yār!

Wasn’t I?

I wasn’t less sexy than my Ammījān.

Actually I was dreaming of fucking Durgesh Papa Jī myself too, like my Ammījān.

Wiggling backwards, I pressed harder into him, trying to see just how much of his Hindu body heat in to myself when I suddenly felt it.

There was no mistaking the shape, and I could definitely tell that my Hindu father’s Uncut Hindu Lund was erect and pressing into the cheeks of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

While a part of me wanted to quickly scoot away, another part of me, the curious part, was enjoying it.

It was large, maybe 10″ in length, and girthy.

I had seen it before, by accident, when he was getting out of the shower and I had walked in on him.

At that time, he was flaccid, and it just hung between his legs, so it was difficult to tell just how big he would be when he was hard, but that hadn’t stopped me from masturbating furiously that evening thinking of Durgesh Papa Jī.

I wiggled my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass ever so slightly, wanting to get just some clearer idea of just how big it was.

Even though I had only ever felt one other, his seemed pretty large from the ones I had seen in various books, magazines and videos.

It made me smile feeling it pressed against me, even if it was through his sweat pants and my own.

Moving just a bit closer, I pressed as hard against as I could, enjoying feeling such an impressive 61 year old Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against my tight, teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

I smiled just a little, and bit my lower lip, thinking this was it would feel like to lay in bed with some of the teachers in school I had thought about.

Very slowly and carefully, I slipped my right hand inside the waist of my pants, and crept down to my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

After seeing the girls in Mohan Shankar Pratāp’s hidden porn magazines, I had shaved off all my pubic hair, leaving just a bald slit that made it easy for me to slip a finger in to.

The second my finger made contact with my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, I nearly orgasmed, making me bite down on my lower lip even harder to keep myself from moaning.

After calming down from the initial rush, I made slow circles around my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit with my index finger, using my thumb and middle finger to spread the lips of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina enough to give me access.

Since I was laying on my right side, I slowly lifted my left leg ever so slightly to give myself even more access to my pleasure spot.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this; I was masturbating in my father’s bed with his Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against me.

It was wrong in so many ways, but I couldn’t help myself.

What older man could really be more perfect for me than my own father?

As if he was reading my thoughts, he woke up.

“Fātimah? Fātimah, what are you doing?”

I went to answer him, but the second I opened my mouth, I let out a squeak instead of words.

I wanted to stop masturbating, but I was so close to cumming, I couldn’t tear my own hand away.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā. Fātimah, are you masturbating?”

I let out a shaky, “Ye… yes.”

To my utter surprise, my Durgesh Dad let out a chuckle. “Well, I guess that’s one way to keep yourself warm.”

I couldn’t help but join him with a laugh,

“Sorry  Durgesh Dad, I, just… I…”

“Felt my Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass?”

I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him in the darkness.

“Yes. You were awake?”

He let out a sigh.

“Yeah… I didn’t mean for it to happen. Apparently I rolled over and grabbed on to you in my sleep, and as I got hard, I woke up, and… well, then you started wiggling against it, and… I was tempted to do the same thing you were just doing.”

I rolled over to my left side so I could face him. “Well… I wouldn’t mind if you did since I was just doing it in front of you.”

“Fātimah, stop it, I’m not going to jerk off in front of my teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān daughter.”

“Why not?… I don’t plan on stopping.” I had slipped my left hand out of my pants when I rolled over, but I was quickly slipping my right hand in there so it could continue what the left had been doing.

Just as my eyes closed, and I was getting into it, I saw in the little light the moon was casting in to the room that my Hindu father, Durgesh, seemed to be slipping in to his own pants.

With the thrill of the thought that I might be causing my Durgesh Dad to jerk off himself, I started going after my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit even harder, and eventually slipping a finger inside of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

As I let out a gasp, I heard my Hindu father, Durgesh, mutter “Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , I can’t take this.” and I saw the blankets around his Hindu crotch starting to go up and down.

I smiled at the satisfaction that I was hot enough to make my own Hindu father touch himself.

I looked at his face and saw he was looking directly at me as he stoked his Uncut Hindu Lund.

We locked eyes in the dark, and while we didn’t say anything, I moved closer to him, taking my right hand out my pants as I did.

I continued to stare at him as I slowly moved my hand over to his pants… slipped under the elastic… and crept ever so much closer to his Uncut Hindu Lund.

When I could see he was making no move to stop me, or voice any objection, I let my finger tips brush his Uncut Hindu Lund. His eyes closed and he let out an “Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā … Fātimah… I…”

I let out a “shhh”, and let my hand move far enough down that I could wrap my hand around his warm and throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was even bigger than I thought as my finger tips barely met as my hand wrapped around it.

Very slowly, I started to stroke the length of his Hindu shaft, feeling it twitch and jump under my touch.

In the low light of the room, I looked at my Hindu father’s face to see any sign of how he was handling his teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān daughter stroking his massive Uncut Hindu Lund.

From what little I could see of his face, his eyes had closed, and he was gritting his teeth, which was a sign I took as he was enjoying it.

I started to speed up the pace of my stroking, enjoying the warmth of his Hindu shaft in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hand.

He started to grunt which told me I needed to slow down if I was going to make this as long as I wanted to because who knew if I would ever get this chance again.

Just as quickly as I had sped up, I slowed down.

“Are you enjoying this, Durgesh Daddy?”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , Fātimah… I really should be stopping you, but I can’t, it feels too good.”

I grinned,

“Well, if you thought that felt good…” I lifted the covers and slid my entire body to where I was completely covered by the comforter.

I shifted my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body to bring my head closer to his Uncut Hindu Lund, and since my hand was still around it, it was easy for me to find the tip of it with my mouth in the complete darkness.

As I touched my lips to the head of his Uncut Hindu Lund, I immediately tasted his salty precum escaping from the slit, and he let out a loud grunt of surprise mixed with shock. “Eīshān, Fātimah… Eīshān…”

My smile broadened even more as I was having the effect I had hoped for.

I opened my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth wide and sucked in the head of his Uncut Hindu Lund in one gulp.

I could feel it jumping in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, throbbing with every beat of his heart as I swirled my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue around the tip of it.

I could feel the spot where the two ridges met on the underside, and I ran my tongue up and down that seam, making Durgesh Dad squirm.

I began to take more of the Hindu shaft into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, although I couldn’t believe how quickly my mouth was filling with his swollen Hindu member.

Even though my jaw was stretching to a point of discomfort, I didn’t care.

I wanted ever last centimeter of his Hindu length in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth that I could stuff in.

My mouth was getting warmer with each time I slid my head up and down the length of his Uncut Hindu Lund, when I suddenly felt him grab my left ankle. “Let me have your legs, baby.”

I had no clue what he had planned, but I let him manipulate me any way he wanted, and he was slowly pulling my pants down, revealing my lack of panties, and maneuvered to make me lay on top of him.

As I continued ravenously to swallow as much of his Hindu shaft as I could, I felt him running a rough, calloused, finger up and down my increasingly wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān slit.

Every time he brushed across my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, I let out a muffled moan from my Uncut Hindu Lund stuffed throat.

Without warning, he quickly, and with great intent, plunged a finger into my hungry Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

I could feel the walls of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina quickly clamp down around it, trying to milk it like it was someone’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

I shoved backwards, wanting more of his probing digit deep inside of me, but was rewarded with a second finger entering me for my efforts.

As I continued to gobble his Uncut Hindu Lund as deeply as I could, I felt him remove his fingers, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

That was quickly replaced by exhilaration as he used both hands to spread my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal lips, and I felt him lift slightly in the bed.

Where his normal fingers had been, I now felt his index finger probing deeply inside my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My whole body shuddered in reaction, and I had my first orgasm of the evening.

Mohan Shankar Pratāp had never done this to me, though I had begged him to do so.

He always said it didn’t look like much fun to him, and no matter how much I sucked his Uncut Hindu Lund, which was quite a bit, he never would return the favor.

I shoved myself back some more, keeping just close enough to my  Durgesh Daddy’s Uncut Hindu Lund so I could continue to suck it while his index finger plunged in out of my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina, and down to my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit to make circles around it.

My body was rocked by mini orgasm after mini orgasm, something I wasn’t even aware I was capable of.

I was 69’ing with my own Hindu father, and I couldn’t believe just how damned good it felt.

After several minutes of us orally pleasing one another, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled away from my father’s index finger and swiveled around on his Hindu body so we were now laying face- to-face.

As we stared into each other’s eyes, both seemingly searching for any indication if the other wanted to stop, I used my feet to finish removing my sweat pants.

Once that was accomplished, I lifted slightly and removed my sweatshirt so that I was now completely naked on top of my Hindu father.

Though large portions of my skin were now exposed to the cold air around us, I didn’t care, it was most exhilarating.

I gave my Hindu father, Durgesh, a lingering stare as I slid my right hand between our bodies, reaching down to search out his still erect Uncut Hindu Lund.

Once I found it, I pressed it backwards towards his body so that it lined up with my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I slowly, and methodically, rubbed the head up and down my moist Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān slit.

“Fātimah, baby, if this is your first time…”

“It’s not.” I replied sheepishly.

My Hindu father, Durgesh, chuckled deeply.

I scrunched up my face and looked down at him quizzically. “Why is that funny?”

“Because I am oddly relieved that you aren’t losing your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān virginity to your own Hindu father. I was afraid it was going to hurt you.”

I smiled back seeing as I had just unofficially gotten permission to fuck my own father.

“Well, it still might see how big you are.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a grunt of shock as I plunged his Uncut Hindu Lund inside my waiting Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān love hole.

I’m not going to lie I winced a bit.

He was huge, and it felt like I might be torn in two at first, but I took a deep breath and let myself adjust.

I slowly started to move backwards, allowing more and more his Uncut Hindu Lund into me as I did.

I took as much of him in me as I could, unsure if I had actually gotten all of it in.

As soon as I reached my limit, I started to slide forward, and took great pleasure in watching my Hindu father, Durgesh, gasp and throw his head back.

The smile across my face was so broad, I was sure it literally touched both ears.

While it was exciting to be fucking my father, it was exciting thinking that I was also finally living my fantasy of a much older man.

I grew more comfortable with his size, and I started to pump his Uncut Hindu Lund in earnest.

Moans escaped both our mouths as I kept riding Durgesh Dad harder and faster.

I couldn’t get enough of his Uncut Hindu Lund, no matter how much of him was in me, I wanted more!

After a few minutes of pumping, he seemed to regain his sensibilities, and he reached up to grab and squeeze my breasts as I continued to ride him for all he was worth.

His rough farm hands pinched my nipples, and that sent enough of a shiver up my spine to give me another mini-orgasm.

That time he felt it as my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal walls clamped down even harder on his massive Uncut Hindu Lund, and he smiled at the knowledge he was giving his daughter-turned-lover pleasure.

The next few minutes were a blur as I rode him furiously, being rocked by one tiny orgasm after another, until he finally said,

“Okay, you better stop, Fātimah, I’m about to cum and we aren’t using any protection.”

“It’s okay, it’s not the right time of the month, we should be fine.” I said between pants.

Honestly, I had no idea if I was right or not, but after this much work, there was no way I wasn’t going to feel him cum in me.

“Come on, Durgesh Daddy, come on… give it to me, I want to feel you cum in me.”

I think he was going to protest, but I rode him that much harder and he seemed to lose all sense of what he was going to say.

Within seconds, I felt the first shot of his hot Hindu cum go off inside of me, and that sent me over the edge into my biggest orgasm of the night.

It was so powerful, I literally screamed, and had never been more thankful we had no close by neighbors.

My Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot convulsing all around his Uncut Hindu Lund made his second shot as powerful as the first, and it just felt like he wouldn’t stop cumming.

I collapsed on his Hindu chest with his Uncut Hindu Lund still inside of me, twitching and convulsing as it expelled shot after shot of his Hindu Vīrý.

As it died down, I contracted my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles, attempting to milk every last drop out of him to the point I could feel some of it squeezing out of me around his Uncut Hindu Lund, dripping down on to his balls.

Saddened by the idea that those drops would go to waste, I dislodged his Uncut Hindu Lund from inside of me, and again slithered my way down his body so that I could like him clean.

I sucked each ball separately into my mouth, making sure to run my tongue all over it so it would be clean as possible.

Next, I licked his Hindu shaft that was very slowly deflating, tasting the mixture of his salty Hindu Vīrý with my sweeter Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān juices.

The taste and smell was possibly the most intoxicating mixture ever.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , Fātimah… I… I can’t believe what we just did.”

I slowly crawled up his Hindu body again, and pressed in to lay next to him, pulling the covers as far up over me as I could to protect myself from the cold air.

He wrapped his right arm around me, and pulled me in tighter.

“It’s fine,  Durgesh Daddy. It’s obviously something we both wanted.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“Oh shush, so what? We fucked, big deal. It’s not like you forced yourself on me, and we both certainly had fun.”

“I know, but you’re my daughter, and…”

“And Ammījān has been gone a long time, and to the best of my knowledge you haven’t fucked anyone since, so you were definitely due.”

We laid there quietly for awhile in the dark.

I have no idea what my Hindu father, Durgesh, was thinking, but all I knew was I couldn’t imagine a more perfect night than this.

I hiked my right leg up on to him and cuddled in closer for warmth.

As I did, my shin brushed his Uncut Hindu Lund, and I discovered he was already aroused again.

He looked down at me with an expression of Hindu victory, and I just smiled back, leaned up to give him a kiss… and then guided his Uncut Hindu Lund once again into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

This time pulling Durgesh Papa Jī on my nude young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Durgesh Papa Jī smiled, winked at me and started to fuck me now, as if a bear gone mad.

He bumped me the entire rest of the night.

I winked at him,

“Let’s celebrate our live in relationship honeymoon, Papa Jī! No one here except you and I. Just don’t stop. Keep thrusting your 61 year old Uncut Hindu Lund into my 18 year old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, nonstop, till you can.”

“Till I can?” Durgesh Papa Jī smiled wickedly looking directly into my eyes, fucking me more vigorously.

“That’s what I requested. Didn’t I?”

“Sālī, I can fuck you nonstop till you exist.”

“Then fuck this Sālī nonstop till I exist.”

“Are you challenging me?”

“I’m inviting you. And now, I’m your woman, not your daughter anymore, remember.”

“It isn’t easy to have nonstop continuous sex.”

“Let me myself see how much I can endure it.”***

I was a medium muscular 61 years old.

I was invited by Abbū; I mean Imām Ůsmān Sheikħ, to solve some grave problems the family was facing.

His only one son, my friend, Fārūq Ůsmān Sheikħ had left them forever already.

They had adopted me now as their legal son.

“Why is it necessary, Abbū Imām?” I protested, “Fārūq may return. You—”

“He is right, Ůsmān!” my father, my Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav said.

“You don’t talk to me.” Abbū Imām flared, “You are not my friend anymore.”

My Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav smiled,

“Sālé, I’m your Bahnoī also. I accepted your proposal to marry your divorced sister. You were never angry at her.”

“Vishvās, you don’t talk to me, I say.”

“Bhāījān!” Nusrat Ammījān interrupted him.

She was the divorced sister, my Pitr’shrī married on his one of the closest Musalmān friend’s persistent request.

No Musalmān was ready to marry her.

“She is a Kāfir.” Maulavī Saåādat Ħasan barked, “She had sex with a Hindu.”

“Maulavī Sāħab!” Abbū Imām was furious, “Her husband forced her to do so.”

“He is a Kāfir, too.”

“I never said her to do such a shameful act.” Nusrat’s husband Aħmad Kamāl flared, “she is lying.”

Pitr’shrī married her.

Abbū Imām had forced him,

“Vishvās, I’ve only one option left. Marry Nusrat, please!” Abbū Imām wept, “I can’t bear what Nusrat is suffering from. She is my utmost adored youngest sister. May Allah destroy these all Musalmeen.”

“Ůsmān, control yourself. And don’t weep. I’m alive still now, you idiot. Keep these tears for me when I die.”

Nusrat Salmān Sheikħ became my Ammījān.

Now their formally adopted son, Durgesh, reached Istanbul.

My new legal Ammījān, the new wife of Abbū Imām, Ůsmān Sheikħ, greeted me.

His previous wife had left him with her son, Fārūq Ůsmān Sheikħ.

Åābidah Imrān Shakūr was a maternal Turk Musalmān beauty.

She was about six feet, 130 pounds, with long, milky-white legs and big banana-shaped boobs.

She often wondered what it would be like to fuck me.

I knew it.

But what could I do except to avoid her?

She was my legal Ammījān.

I was her adopted son.

Could you imagine?

The legal adopted son was 61 years old now.

The legal Ammījān, Åābidah Imrān Shakūr, was only 30 years old.

Abbū Imām, Ůsmān Sheikħ, was 90 years old.

I was his legally adopted son for 31 years now, being adopted by him at my 30.

Åābidah Imrān Shakūr always dreamt of propping her feet back on my shoulders and feel my large Uncut Hindu Cock saw in and out of her sweet Turk Musalmān Cunt.

She wanted me so badly to dump my Hindu load deepest into her Turk Musalmān womb, where her Turk Musalmān eggs would surely be waiting.

Åābidah Imrān Shakūr knew it was not easy that her adopted Hindu son want her.

It was obvious by the looks I’d been giving her.

A part of her wanted to seduce me to the extent that I have none other option except to fuck her.

She was sure; a part of me was flattered by her persistent admiration of me.

Any woman would admit, I was still utmost handsome.



I couldn’t be ever!

The most I could be was 30 to 32 only.

Not more than that.

Never more than that.

Chapter 6


More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

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

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9


More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6


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


Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

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

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

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

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

40.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

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

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