Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 24

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

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Chapter 24

Durgesh Asshams Al Islam

Durgesh Assalāt Al Fajir

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Islam

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam

Assalāt Al Fajir wasn’t very good at it.

She was a ‘good’ girl, even at her twenty eight.

Asshams Al Islam was thirty, and wasn’t that ‘good.

“Uh huh…well, I hope you had fun last night…being so hot.” Asshams Al Islam said and was almost about to leave, when she got even more curious. “Hey…what got you so hot last night?”

Asshams Al Islam asked it smiling, but very much wondering what had gotten her younger sister wet.

“Nothing…I ..nothing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.

Asshams Al Islam didn’t feel like letting it go and for some reason really wanted to know what had gotten her sister so wet.

She then came up with a good enough threat that should make her sister tell her the truth.

“If you don’t tell me, the truth….Ill go tell Ammī that you slept without panties and that they were soaking wet when I woke you up. What do you think she will do?”

Asshams Al Islam said it, even knowing she was being mean, but too damn curious to stop.

Assalāt Al Fajir had some good ideas what their now very strict, prudish Ammī would do.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew if she didn’t tell her sister…her Ammī would work it out of her.

Then Assalāt Al Fajir knew her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, would not be happy about last night.

“No…no don’t. I’ll tell….just please don’t tell it to Ammī.” Assalāt Al Fajir started to cry.

Even at her twenty-eight, despite she had her PhD, she wasn’t as understanding as Asshams Al Islam, her elder sister was.

Asshams Al Islam felt bad she had caused her sister to cry, not thinking she would get like that.

Asshams Al Islam knelt down and hugged her sister.

“It’s ok, just tell me and I won’t tell Ammī…I promise. Did some boy get you hot or something yesterday?” Asshams Al Islam said trying to calm her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.

“Well, tell me then, No Ammī if you tell me…the truth.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head yes.

Asshams Al Islam waited for a minute while her sister calmed down.

“It… it was Durgesh…Durgesh got me like this.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, and before she could continue Asshams Al Islam jumped in.

“Durgesh touched you last night…he didn’t molest you, did he?”

Asshams Al Islam was growing angry.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes popped open and she shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.

“NO…I didn’t say that…I saw Durgesh last night…nude… and he…he had a, you know…a hard-on.” Assalāt Al Fajir said trying to tell Asshams Al Islam but her natural shyness made it hard.

Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped open this time and she grinned.

“How…when…how did you see Durgesh nude?” Asshams Al Islam asked excited at this bit of gossip.

She wanted more details.

“Ok…ok. I was up and went into the kitchen to get a drink last night. I…I heard noises in the study…well..I went to check on them. I opened the door…I know I didn’t knock. I then saw Durgesh, and he was having sex with my friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, naked. They were watching their own porno film on his screen and was…well…I was…you know…having sex.” Assalāt Al Fajir said that last as if it was a state secret. “But I…I watched them…I had never seen…a… a man’s thingie hard…and watched as Durgesh…you know…” Assalāt Al Fajir said and making the motion of having sex.

Asshams Al Islam almost burst out laughing, but settled for a huge grin.

“You mean you watched Durgesh having sex with Al Kāynāt Al Islam ?” Asshams Al Islam said then thought of something else before Assalāt Al Fajir could answer. “Did he cum into her…did you watch that too?”

“Yes..yes, he did…and yes I watched it. I…I…even…you know…used my… well… fingers too you know.” Assalāt Al Fajir said getting excited telling her sister and then making the motion above the covers of fingering herself.

Asshams Al Islam almost hit the floor shocked, that her sister would peak like that…THEN finger herself as she watched.

“Allah, you didn’t. You watched Durgesh fucking your twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam,  and you diddled your self while you watched?” Asshams Al Islam said, her whole opinion of her sister changing as they talked.

“Yes, then I was still excited and had to do it again in the bed. Oh, then something else happened.” Assalāt Al Fajir then remembering her getting up and listen at the bedroom door.

“What happened?” Asshams Al Islam said wishing she could have been the one to find her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, like that.

“I guess Durgesh was still excited, because I heard them going at it in their room….you know having sex. Allah, God, Asshams Al Islam…you should have heard them. Then for some reason they argued, and Durgesh slept in the other bedroom.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, making sure to leave off what she did later while her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, slept.

As it was, Asshams Al Islam couldn’t believe it.

“So that’s why Durgesh came walking for the other direction this morning, I was wondering about that. I wonder why they argued after they had sex.” Asshams Al Islam thought out loud.

“I don’t know, but…you said you wouldn’t tell Ammī. You aren’t, are you?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked worried she wouldn’t keep her promise.

“Hey I promised, I won’t tell Ammī. But I never said anything about Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.

She watched as her sister’s face turned sheet white. Asshams Al Islam began to laugh at her sister’s face. “No…no I’m not. You can’t take a joke, Assalāt Al Fajir.”

“That was mean, Asshams Al Islam.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she slapped her sister on the arm, none too gently.

Asshams Al Islam was almost about to slap her sister back when…

“What was mean?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she then appeared around the corner of the door and looked into Assalāt Al Fajir room. “Are you being mean to your little sister Assalāt Al Fajir? You know I won’t stand for that in this house.”

The two sisters looked back at their Ammī, both of their faces red, glad their Ammī hadn’t showed up a minute ago.

“No, Ammī, she wasn’t….I just didn’t wake up well is all.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, not wanting to get her sister in trouble. Asshams Al Islam turned around and mouthed a “thank you” to her younger sister.

“Ok…but you two need to come on, the food is getting cold. Allah didn’t provide us with food so that it could be wasted for idle talk, or little sleepy heads. Come on.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she turned, closed the door, and walked back down the hall.

The two of them listened as her footsteps receded down the hall.*
They sighed.
“Allah, that was close. If she had heard anything of what we had been talking about…” Asshams Al Islam said leaving her statement hanging.

Assalāt Al Fajir just shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement, as she threw back the covers and grabbed some clothes to throw on.

Asshams Al Islam didn’t mean too, but watched her sister intently as her nude form moved about the room.

Her sister was much shorter then herself and where she was well built as they say, her sister was also big breasted and heavy buttocked, making her look much younger than her 28 years.

Assalāt Al Fajir sensed her sister was watching her.

She covered up with her shirt before putting it on.

“What are you looking at?” Assalāt Al Fajir said, feeling now a bit self- conscious around her older sister.

“Nothing…I was just thinking about the difference in our bodies is all, how you’re smaller in size then me.” Asshams Al Islam said meaning no offense and not telling her sister that her looking had been more than simple observation.

“Are you saying I’ve got big breasts?” Assalāt Al Fajir said defensively, thinking hers were good sized.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir.

“No…just looking at the differences in both of us is all, but hurry or Ammī will get mad.” Asshams Al Islam said, wanting her sister to finish dressing.

“Ok…but stop looking so hard at me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she continued to get dress, throwing on her shirt over her bra.

Asshams Al Islam grinned at her.

“Ohhhh I’m ogling you…stop worrying yourself, sister. You’re not my type.” Asshams Al Islam said as she walked to the door and placed her hand on the knob.

“What is your type, Asshams Al Islam?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister before she opened the door.

“Man…preferably with big ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.” Asshams Al Islam said, trying to shake her shy sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir grinned at her sister and responded.

“Oh…you mean Durgesh then.” Assalāt Al Fajir said with a smile as she slid on her pants.

Asshams Al Islam whipped her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head around and looked at her sister.

“Durgesh has a big one? How big was it, Assalāt Al Fajir?” Asshams Al Islam said very curious…. and excited.

“Mmm about this big I’e guess.” Assalāt Al Fajir said holding her hands fingers about 10 or so inches apart. “And about this thick.” She said closing her fist to make a circle, but leaving it very open. Assalāt Al Fajir smiled as her sister swallowed hard.

“Damn that is big…I wish I had been the one to see it last night.” Asshams Al Islam said as she again turned to open the door, and she missed her sister’s sly grin.

“You know Durgesh does spend a lot of time in my study….not all of that can be work, I was figuring last night.” Assalāt Al Fajir said hoping to shake her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir had indeed given the idea more thought…wondering if she could catch her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again in that position and have another look.

Asshams Al Islam again stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“Hmm…that’s interesting. But if we don’t get to the kitchen Ammī’s going to have us for breakfast as well.” Asshams Al Islam said opening the door and took a few steps into the hall.

Assalāt Al Fajir didn’t know what had come over her but she couldn’t help what she said as her sister left.

“That too might be kinda interesting.” Assalāt Al Fajir said jokingly as she smiled.

Asshams Al Islam had heard her comment and stopped in the hallway.

She too thought that might be interesting.

A sudden image popped into Asshams Al Islam’s head of forcing her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s mouth to eat her out, and Asshams Al Islam shivered.

She wasn’t sure if it was from lust or disgust.

She then continued her walk to the kitchen, and heard her sister close her door on the way out.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Al Jihad Al Islam and I looked up at them.

Al Jihad Al Islam gave them a scornful look.

“Well. about time you two got here, I have to say grace before we eat.” Al Jihad Al Islam said placing the two sisters plates on the table, then sitting down as the two sisters did.

“Sorry Ammī…we had to wash up.” Assalāt Al Fajir said fibbing to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.

Al Jihad Al Islam looked at her. A bit more gently then she did her sister.

“You should both hurry up next time. Ok, everyone ready?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as everyone bowed her head.

“Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm.” Al Jihad Al Islam spoke aloud, then lifted her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

The others each had their own thoughts about why she had said it quite this way this morning, But they didn’t mind partaking in Al Jihad Al Islam’s blessings…as long as they could eat at the end of it.

After they all finished the meal and Al Jihad Al Islam started collecting the plates to be washed, I stretched and yawned loudly.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister who also smiled the silent thought of why I was so tired popped into both of their heads.

“Late night in the study working, Durgesh? Did you get all of your work down in there?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She still had a little food left on her plate and continued now eating it.

I smiled.

Assalāt Al Fajir lowered her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, NOT believing her sister had brought that up that way.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew Asshams Al Islam had a big mouth…but, Allah!

Al Jihad Al Islam remembering the remark last night I made about something with the study, perked her ear up and waited for my response.

“Umm…yes, Asshams Al Islam… I finished everything I had to do. Why do you ask?” I said, now convinced she was the one that had caught me in my study.

Nevertheless, I didn’t think she would embarrass me this way.

“Oh no reason, I just thought I heard you up late last night.” Asshams Al Islam said, not smiling now, realizing she had let her stuck her foot in her big mouth. “I…I just figured it was you is all, and had been working late.” Asshams Al Islam said.

Nevertheless, now not feeling good.

Partly for possible embarrassing her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

I loved her very much.

“Excuse me; I have to use the bathroom.” She said and handed her plate to her Ammī as she left.

Asshams Al Islam noticed she gave her a weird look and Asshams Al Islam felt like throwing up, wondering why she had brought the subject up.

She rushed out of the room, honestly thinking she was going to throw up.

Assalāt Al Fajir, not wanting to be in the room right now, tried to think of a good reason to rush out of the room, without helping with the dishes.

“I…I better go see if she’s ok.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she handed her plate to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and followed her sister out of the room.

I just sat there for a minute feeling my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s eyes on me.

I got up and moved next to her.

Al Jihad Al Islam couldn’t hold her question any longer.

She asked me.

“Durgesh…why did she ask you about working in the study…I remember you mentioning something happening in there last night. Is there anything you need to tell me?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked me, not really sure what was going on, but she wondered if Asshams Al Islam knew something she didn’t….and that thought disturbed her.

“Nothing happened last night…at least not in the study. Hell you know what…let’s just say nothing at all happened last night and leave it at that.” I said.

Cautious that it might be found out that I was fucking Al Kāynāt Al Islam in my study.

However, what made it worse was that one of her daughters had seen me doing it.

Al Jihad Al Islam would be pissed at me that I had ALLOWED that to happen.

I tried to change the subject any way I could.

“Don’t you swear at me Durgesh, I’m not the one that started…THAT… last night. I’ve already asked forgiveness from Allah and I hope He has forgiven it. However, don’t think for a minute that you will try that ever again. If you do…I will call the police and report that you raped me!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her anger rising.

I turned to her.

“You would tell the police I RAPED you…when we had just good old regular sex. Eīshān! You really have flipped out Al Jihad Al Islam.” I said, trying not to shout and alert the girls.

“Yes I will, Durgesh, if you take advantage of me again while I’m weak.” Al Jihad Al Islam whispered to me, also not wanting to alert the children of our argument.

“Al Jihad Al Islam…you really are lost to me, aren’t you? All right, you don’t have to be worried about me taking advantage of your “weaknesses” from now on. From now on, I’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom. Now if you’ll excuse me…I need to pack some things for my new room.” I said softly, then turned and walked out of the room, heading for our bedroom.

Al Jihad Al Islam stood there for a minute, and then started crying into her hands.

When Asshams Al Islam left the breakfast table, she quickly walked to the hall bathroom and knelt before the toilet.

She tried to fight throwing up, but couldn’t stop herself, and had to hug the toilet as her breakfast came back up.

Just as she had started throwing up, Assalāt Al Fajir walked into the door of the bathroom and watched her throw up.

When Asshams Al Islam stopped and leaned up, Assalāt Al Fajir got her a washcloth and wet it with cool water.

Asshams Al Islam leaned her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head back as Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hand with the washcloth around and cleaned her sister’s face up.

Asshams Al Islam then moved and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

Assalāt Al Fajir then brought her sister a paper cup with water and Asshams Al Islam rinsed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and spat it out into the toilet, then drank the rest.

“Thanks sis…I’m sorry you had to see that, but thank you.” Asshams Al Islam said weakly to her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir stared at her sister.

“Sorry for what, for being sick…or making an ass of yourself and embarrassing Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked, not holding the sarcasm back.

Asshams Al Islam looked up at her sister and smiled.

“If you can help me up…you can berate me in my room. I need to lie down.” Asshams Al Islam said holding out her hand for her sister to take.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and helped her stand.

Then she helped her to her room, and then helped her lie on her bed.

Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door and sat beside her sister on the bed, as Asshams Al Islam lay down.

Assalāt Al Fajir spoke first.

“Alright…what were you thinking, Asshams Al Islam. Why did you do that to Durgesh, I didn’t need that. I have Ammī to do that to me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, brushing the hair away from Asshams Al Islam’s eyes.

Assalāt Al Fajir saw that Asshams Al Islam had begun to cry.

“I don’t know…why I did it. I …I got really excited about you telling me about you watching Durgesh…it just came out of my mouth and I couldn’t bring it back. I didn’t want to embarrass Durgesh, or even myself. I’m not sure…I think maybe…maybe I was jealous that you got to see that and share something like that with Durgesh…and I didn’t.” Asshams Al Islam said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her.

“Well, whether you wanted to or not you did….and I hate to tell you, but…I think Ammī might know something’s up…the way she looked at you and Durgesh. Who knows what’s going on in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head? Nevertheless, why are you jealous of me watching Durgesh…WE didn’t do anything. I just watched him?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister wondering why her sister would be so envious.

Asshams Al Islam looked very uncomfortable… and looked at her sister.

“If I tell you….you can’t tell a soul…promise.” Asshams Al Islam told her sister.

“I promise…I won’t say anything to anyone about what you’re about to say.” Assalāt Al Fajir held her hand over her heart as she spoke.

Asshams Al Islam shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

“I…for a long time, but especially after Durgesh spent so much time from work and all, at the hospital and at home helping me get back walking and recovering. Well before that, but he really understood my feelings for him after the accident….I love Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister.

“Of course you love Durgesh, most kids love…” Assalāt Al Fajir started saying to her sister, but Asshams Al Islam interrupted her.

“No, Assalāt Al Fajir….I don’t just love Durgesh…I LOVE Durgesh! Do you understand?” Asshams Al Islam said taking Assalāt Al Fajir’s arm and squeezing it slightly.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes grew wide and her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened as she mouthed what her sister just said.

“You have the hots for Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister.

“More than the hots, Assalāt Al Fajir, I dream about Durgesh  almost every night…being with Durgesh …being inside me. Assalāt Al Fajir, I can’t get Durgesh out of my head and I don’t want to. I joke around him, because I get butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around. I have for years now. That’s partly why I hate Ammī so much, for hurting Durgesh. And me, but more for hurting me I think.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister, and then looked at the ceiling. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her sister.

“But Asshams Al Islam…you can’t do that…he’s our Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner,…we all would get into trouble if we did something like that.” Assalāt Al Fajir said and Asshams Al Islam looked over at her.

She looked thoughtful for a minute as she looked at Assalāt Al Fajir.

“You said “we” twice, instead of you two or something. Why did you include yourself when you said, “we would get into trouble”, only Durgesh and I would get busted if…we did anything.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, half expecting the answer.

“I love, love Durgesh too, maybe not as much as you. Maybe it could be called more lust as Ammī would say, but I would love for Durgesh to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir blushed as she told her sister.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister.

“How long have you…wanted to …fuck Durgesh? And he really would be your first…you never have done it before?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister curiously.

‘I’m not sure, not too long, and I really wasn’t sure till last night. However, seeing him and all, yes I do want Durgesh. I want him to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir smiled proudly at her sister.

Asshams Al Islam smiled back.

About this time, they heard a clunking sound in the hall and it grew louder.

Chapter 25

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 23

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 23

Durgesh Asshams Al Islam

Durgesh Assalāt Al Fajir

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Islam

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam

Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her clock, almost five o’clock in the morning.

Durgesh had to be asleep now’, she thought.

Without further thought, she threw back the covers and opened her door.

Her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s light was off.

Assalāt Al Fajir hoped she would stay asleep.

She crept down the hall, past her sisters’ room, and stood outside the room her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was in.

Assalāt Al Fajir built her courage up, and slowly moved her hand to the doorknob.

She winched when it made a small grinding noise.

She turned it quickly to try and get the sound over with.

Assalāt Al Fajir then peaked inside, and gasped at what she saw.

She wouldn’t have to lift the cover to see her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

I was sleeping on top of them.

In addition, Assalāt Al Fajir could clearly make out…my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir became ever more excited as she stepped into the room, and tip toed to where the bed was.

Her heart was beating wildly.

Assalāt Al Fajir looked down at her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s naked form.

Just about three feet away, she studied my still ever young, ever stout, male Hindu body, and then her eyes were drawn to my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit getting very wet again as she looked on.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew…she knew she had to touch it.

It was too close that she couldn’t leave the room if she didn’t touch it.

She slowly moved her hand, almost on its own accord until it was an inch away from her touching.

She then leaned her whole twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and lightly ran her middle finger tip over the bottom of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund which was facing up toward my chest.

She gasped when she saw it jerk at her touch.

She grew bolder.

Lightly, Assalāt Al Fajir, pressed two fingers onto it, and moved them from base to the tip of it.

She noticed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was open and she was drooling.

She was in awe of it and was almost without thinking, was about to wrap her fingers around it.

I stirred in my sleep.

Assalāt Al Fajir almost jumped into the air as she jerked her hand away.

She came to her senses and knew that if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, awoke…she would be in so much trouble that she couldn’t imagine the punishment.

Assalāt Al Fajir took one last look and decided to leave.

She started to turn.

But then she had a very naughty thought.

She wanted to give me a goodnight kiss.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew she was risking getting caught but she turned back toward me and kneeled down over her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She leaned over the bed more and ever so gently…pressed her red, crimson, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to the head of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir stayed there for a few seconds and parted her red, crimson, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips giving it a good kiss she thought.

Again her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, stirred and she rose up.

However, this time I started to move and Assalāt Al Fajir really panicked.

She turned and fled out of the door…pausing only long enough to close the door.

She then entered her room and closed the door behind her.*

Assalāt Al Fajir almost couldn’t catch her breath and thought she would pass out.

Nevertheless, she moved over to the bed and let herself collapse into the bed.

Assalāt Al Fajir then gave a hug grin, not believing she had actually had her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She had kissed her ever first, and Allah, the ever last Lund too she thought.

Who the hell needs another penis if the ever best is available to her?

Assalāt Al Fajir then noticed her panties that were wet from the front to the back of her crotch.

Assalāt Al Fajir peeled them off and placed them near her nose, smelling them.

Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hands quickly to her sopping wet slit and began to please herself until she fell asleep with her panties next to her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head on the pillow.

After I fell asleep, I had a troubled sleep.

I had a dream where Al Jihad Al Islam and I divorced and I was so lonely in the dream after.

I then began to have a dream where I opened the door to my study, to find one of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters there outside it….her fingers buried deeply inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I wasn’t sure in my dream which one…it seemed very vague that way.

However, in the dream, she knelt down and took my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and started to mouth fuck me.

It disturbed me.

Yet, it wasn’t any abnormal incident for me now.

Almost every one of my Musalmān stepdaughters did it.

Countless of them were now my permanent Live in Relationship Partners even despite their wide age difference from me.

I then lay her down on the kitchen floor and entered her.

In the dream, I fucked Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter hard, making her scream in orgasm after orgasm, ending in me cumming inside her.

I then awoke…the ending of the dream was so intense that I felt an urge to orgasm shortly.

Nevertheless, I saw it was morning and had to pee very badly.

I waited till my hard-on dropped enough for me to throw the bed sheet on me as I walked down the hall to use the rest room.

I almost bumped into Asshams Al Islam as she opened the door and walked out.

She noticed my attire.

“Hey Durgesh…umm…what’s with the sheet? You going to a toga party I should know about.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.

She did notice however cunningly the still sizable lump her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, still had poking up the sheet.

“Ha…ha…ha. Very funny, Asshams Al Islam. No, your over sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī and I had a fight last night. I decided to sleep in the other bedroom, till both of us cooled off, that’s all.” I explained to Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter as I stood in the hallway.

Asshams Al Islam gave me a look.

“Was she off on one of her religious speeches again?” Asshams Al Islam asked me, feeling bad for me.

I really put up with too much from her, over devoted to Islam, Ammī, she thought.

“Well…in a way…yes…well, its complicated.” I smiled.

“It always is with her, Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said, not feeling very much compassion now for Ammī.

Asshams Al Islam felt that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, made all of their lives much more complicated….and miserable.

If she were such a devout Musalmān, why the hell she left her Abbū for an Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?

She needed Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund then in her then twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Now what happened?

What the hell has changed in Durgesh?

Nothing!

Yet, now the same Durgesh is unwanted for her to have sex with because he is a Hindu.

Nonsense, wasn’t Durgesh Hindu ever?

Durgesh didn’t ever support Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughters putting down their Ammī this way.

Asshams Al Islam doing it, Assalāt Al Fajir rarely said a negative word about her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.

“Now, Asshams Al Islam…be nice. She still is your Ammī. You know she loves you.” I smiled.

“Maybe, Durgesh, but if she does she has a hell of a way of showing it. If it hadn’t been for you…I don’t know how I could’ve handled …you know…everything.” Asshams Al Islam said, getting quite emotional.

Her eyes even started to tear up and she hated when she cried.

“Ah Asshams Al Islam…I’m so sorry. I wish things were different too. Shhh…it’ll be ok.” I said as I hugged Al Jihad Al Islam’s eldest daughter, Asshams Al Islam, trying to calm her.

I knew what she had meant.

When Asshams Al Islam had been in the car wreak, she was in a car full of her friends…all of them had been drinking at a party.

The driver ran off the road, and the side of the car Asshams Al Islam was on had rammed a tree, crushing her legs and slamming into and breaking her left arm.

After Al Jihad Al Islam learned about her daughters drinking and that she had done so at a party, Al Jihad Al Islam was livid, and went seldom to the hospital to see her daughter.

I had brought Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughter home alone, and even then Al Jihad Al Islam didn’t want to care for her, feeling that she deserved what she had gotten for being sinful as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, their still extremely beautiful Ammī, had put it.

Even now, Asshams Al Islam sometimes walked with a limp and she had to use even a cane sometimes if she did any long walking, even if rarely.

Asshams Al Islam looked at her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

“Why Durgesh…why did she blame me so much…I never understood that…. Why was she so mad at me?” Asshams Al Islam said, letting her emotions out as well as the tears.

I knew she had to do this every so often, to release the frustration she felt inside.

I knew as well, I felt the same way, and my chest ached with hurt that Al Jihad Al Islam’s eldest daughter, Asshams Al Islam, was so hurt inside.

“I don’t know sweetie…I don’t know. Maybe she’ll come around soon and see that what she’s doing isn’t good for the family.” I said holding Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter tight.

Asshams Al Islam looked up at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again.

“I hope so Durgesh…I miss our old Ammī.” Asshams Al Islam said snuggling her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head into my bare Hindu male chest.

I began thinking of my “old” Al Jihad Al Islam, how we used to go at it sexually, and how close we used to be.

Without thinking, my still ever young, ever stout, male Hindu body responded to the nearness of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter’s head on my Hindu male chest and the nearness of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, of her smell.

I felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund      quickly come to life, and so did Asshams Al Islam.

I gently pushed her away from me.

Asshams Al Islam glanced down at my growing tent in the sheet.

“Umm I, are you glad to see me…?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling, looking at my embarrassing situation, and at the sizable Hindu bulge in the sheet.

I smiled and tried to cover my now raging Hindu hard-on.

This always happens after a long fuck session, I thought.

“Again…funny, Asshams Al Islam…listen, if you’re feeling better I need to go to the bathroom…” I said still needing to pee and now wanting to get out of view of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at me.

“Even if I’m not, Durgesh…I think you’re feeling better…have fun in there, Durgesh, just not to much ok.”

Asshams Al Islam jokingly remarked as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, enter, then close the bathroom door.

Asshams Al Islam wondered how big her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, really was…it had seemed quite large through the sheet.

Then she smiled, wondering if I was going to…well…get off in there.

Asshams Al Islam knew from experience and a few talks with her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, that we didn’t have sex very much since Ammī found “she was a Musalmān after all”.

Asshams Al Islam smirked as she wondered just how horny her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, got, as she walked off to the kitchen to eat.

I groaned to myself while I was in the bathroom.

I had to wait yet again for my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to down so that I could pee.

I was glad my embarrassing situation had made Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter forget her troubles, but…dammit, this wasn’t easy.

Going without sex then having a feast of it, and now more then likely six months more at least of Al Tahajjud Al Ůmar and her five daughters.

For some reason thinking of Al Tahajjud Al Ůmar’s daughters brought up last nights mystery.

I could be certain Al Jihad Al Islam didn’t watch me in the study, but then who.

Which one of her gorgeous daughters caught me red handed and then … evidently…used her fingers to please herself before touching the doorknob.

I thought Asshams Al Islam acted normal around me this morning, but then again she was at least somewhat experienced at sex and more then capable of hiding her thoughts to me.

I then wondered if Al Jihad Al Islam’s little shy girl, Assalāt Al Fajir, could’ve been the one to catch me in the act with her own best friend, the twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī dazzling Musalmān Beauty, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

I just couldn’t picture her doing anything sexually…much less finger herself in the kitchen.

I just couldn’t see it, but also thought Asshams Al Islam acted very normal just a bit ago.

I was at a loss to figure out which had been responsible at leaving my door handle all juicy.

I jokingly thought about asking both to strip so that I could have a smell test of each of their young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pussies to discover the culprit.

I smiled at the thought amused, but also aroused at the thought.

Dammit, Durgesh…stop it…they are Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughters for Eīshān’s sake, I thought.

I sighed…great it still won’t go down….dammit, I gotta pee…

Asshams Al Islam walked into the kitchen to find her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, already up and at the stove fixing breakfast for everyone.

Asshams Al Islam still had to admit, that after all her changes, Ammī sure could cook.

Asshams Al Islam took in the smells and became very hungry.

She had gone out last night after work and hadn’t gotten home until midnight.

Luckily Ammī hadn’t caught me, especially since I was drunk as a skunk.

Asshams Al Islam had passed into deep sleep after falling onto the bed, her clothes still on.

“Morning Ammī.” Asshams Al Islam said to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, as she came into the kitchen.

Al Jihad Al Islam looked over at her daughter and gave her a small smile.

“Hello sweetie, breakfast will be ready in just a minute.” Al Jihad Al Islam said in a subdued voice.

Then she hesitated before asking what came next.

“Is…have you seen Durgesh, this morning?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked her daughter, then glancing quickly over at her.

“Umm… yeah, I saw him going into the hall bathroom.” Asshams Al Islam said feeling very uncomfortable talking to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, at most times nowadays, but more so knowing her and Durgesh had it out last night.

She looked up at her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and saw that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, was almost in tears, and Asshams Al Islam looked back down at the table.

“Well…umm…can you go and tell Durgesh breakfast is almost ready. Ask him if he wants to eat in here or not.” Al Jihad Al Islam said to her daughter.

Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped a bit wider.

I always ate at the breakfast table, except for times that I had to run out the door.

They must have really gotten mad at each other last night, Asshams Al Islam thought.

“Yeah sure Ammī, I can do that.” Asshams Al Islam said getting up from the table.

“And can you wake that sleepy headed sister of yours?

she is always sleeping late. It’s a sin being slothful you know.” Al Jihad Al Islam said looking at her daughter, then feeling regretful she had to throw in that last bit. “Can you just wake her….nicely…and tell her breakfast should be ready when she gets up.” Al Jihad Al Islam finished saying, then turned back to watch the food.

Nevertheless, Asshams Al Islam quickly saw her Ammī’s face as emotions played out over it, and knew her Ammī was upset about something.

Asshams Al Islam usually didn’t feel much sympathy these days for her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, but she felt bad that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, was obviously sad.

She just couldn’t bring herself to show it in anyway to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, there was still too much anger for her still. Asshams Al Islam walked back through the living room, into the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Durgesh….hey Durgesh…Ammī said that breakfast is almost ready.” Asshams Al Islam said through the door.

She heard a muffled ok and then moved to her sister’s door.

She started to knock, but then remembered Al Jihad Al Islam had said wake her nicely, so Asshams Al Islam opened her sister’s door to wake her by gently shaking her, instead of knocking.

Asshams Al Islam hated being jarred awake by someone knocking on her door.

As she approached the bed, Asshams Al Islam noticed the panties next to her sisters head.

She almost laughed aloud, then wondered why they were on her pillow.

She then noticed that the blue panties had a darker spot in the crotch, and being curious, she touched them.

The panties still were very damp and Asshams Al Islam not being new to having wet panties, knew her sister must have gotten very excited about something last night.

Asshams Al Islam picked up her sister’s panties, in a fit of strange curiosity.

Asshams Al Islam ran her fingers over her sister’s panties, over the wet spot.

She then hesitantly brought the panties to her nose to smell them, wondering if her sister smelled the same as herself. Asshams Al Islam had a few times, when no one was home or looking, smelled everyone’s underwear in the house at one time or another when she would bring her dirty clothes to the laundry.

She remembered getting very excited once over a worn pair of her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s boxer, right after she started thinking of boys when younger.

She inhaled deeply the scent over the wet spot, and thinking it very strong, but not so different from her own. Asshams Al Islam brought the panties closer and touched the wetness to her cheek and nose, becoming excited and wet herself.

She then lowered the panties back in their original position and calmed down for a second.

Then Asshams Al Islam gently shook her younger sister.

Asshams Al Islam often thought Assalāt Al Fajir was a bit wimpy, but she liked her younger sibling.

They just didn’t have much in common, Asshams Al Islam thought.

As Assalāt Al Fajir came too and stretched.

Asshams Al Islam talked softly to her.

“Hey sleepy head, time to wake up. Ammī said breakfast is almost ready, and for me to wake you up.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister open her eyes and look at her.

Asshams Al Islam then got a wicked thought.

“Hey Assalāt Al Fajir …what’s with the wet panties on your pillow?” Asshams Al Islam said.

She watched the reaction on her sister’s face go from shock to embarrassment as Assalāt Al Fajir looked at them.

She quickly grabbed them and shoved them below the covers.

“No…nothing, Asshams Al Islam…I was just…just sweaty is all and took them off…I was hot.” Assalāt Al Fajir stuttered as she lied to her older sister.

Asshams Al Islam could tell she was lying.

Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 22

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 22

Durgesh Assalāt Al Fajir

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Islam

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam

Nevertheless, Al Jihad Al Islam couldn’t swallow fast enough and my Hindu juice began to spurt from the side of her lips.

It even flowed down her cheeks and chin.

However, the flow did start to slow, and then stopped all but a small trickle.

Al Jihad Al Islam continued to suck at me, then feeling her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth cum feel, lifted off me and began to lick down the sides of my Hindu  shaft.

I felt totally drained, feeling as if she had sucked my balls through my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund like a straw.

But I looked up at her as she licked me, and saw such an incredibly nasty sight, as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s face was totally coated in my Hindu cum and her spit.

I watched as she rubbed and licked all over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, smearing the combined juices over her entire face.

I was so turned on by the sight that my quickly shrinking ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund did a reversal and began to fill out yet again.

When I was fully hard again, Al Jihad Al Islam looked up at me and began moving over my body and looked me in my eyes with hers and gave a huge grin.

“Have I been naughty, have I been a total Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut for you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?” Al Jihad Al Islam almost growled at me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, yes….you’ve been my naughty Musalmān slut and I love it.” I told her honestly looking her over and feeling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund becoming even more engorged then before.

“Am I beautiful like this Durgesh…swallowed in your cum ….do you think I’m still crazy for you, dear?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked further feeling totally lost in her sluttiness.

“Yes …you are right now…I want to fuck you so bad, Al Jihad Al Islam. I need to be inside you.” I said panting as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, rubbed her breasts over my chest and I could feel her stone hard nipples.

“You want to be inside where Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Islam said teasingly as she moved her hips and rubbed her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot over the length of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, up and down as her body slide back and forth.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā …your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot Al Jihad Al Islam…you Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot…I want to be buried in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot so bad!” I said feeling the heat and wetness over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You mean this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot!” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she slid her body down and bucked her hips causing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head to slip between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, and then sunk to the bottom of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to the root.

“Oh YESSS!” I grunted aloud.

“Uhhh…oohh yes that does feel sooo good…so you…umm…like being inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot…well do you …ahh…like this?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she started fucking up and down on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Even though Al Jihad Al Islam was sloppy wet, she was still very tight from not being fucked much.

Her Musalmān husband was almost a celibate as if.

With every downward thrust, I bottomed out inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. “Allah, Dugesh…oh you feel so good…uuhh….Ohh… Allah, god…yes…yes…YES!” Al Jihad Al Islam screamed aloud as another strong orgasm tore through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and reverberated through her body.

She slammed down on me and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body jerked as waves of pleasure tore through her.

I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot squeezing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund like a gloved hand and my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund pulsed with each spasm of her vaginal Musalmān muscles.

Slowly I felt her orgasm subside and she leaned forward on my body.

However, I now needed to cum again having gotten this far.

I started pumping my hard ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her now, needed another release.

Al Jihad Al Islam was tired now but her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body still responded to my immensely powerful Hindu thrusts and she felt the heat rise in her again.

“Ohh Durgesh…feels so ….mmm …good…hurry though…tired…” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned out to me, feeling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slice a path again into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I was feeling quite close to cumming again and started to fuck her even faster.

“Allah…Durgesh…Umm…god….Ahhh….Ahh…oohhh…my…Allah… god….ah… ah…AHHHHHHGHHH!” She screamed again, taken into the blessed realm of another orgasm.

She bucked against me as I slammed into her and felt my cum rise into my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, Al Jihad Al Islam…. Eīshān  oh…god…here it comes….Uhhhhhh!” I moaned into her ear as I pushed her down onto my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust deep inside her and let loose with another flood of my Hindu cum.

She continued to moan and pant through her orgasm as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot become even wetter with my Hindu juices.

But soon she lay limp on top of me as I pushed into her for the last time and released her and she felt my nice ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund start to go limp.

Soon Al Jihad Al Islam felt it slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, followed by the mix of their combined juices.

Al Jihad Al Islam felt totally sated, her female Musalmān  lust gone. she lay there and pondered what had happened.

I lay there for a few more minutes, resting and trying to slow my breathing when Al Jihad Al Islam fell off me and rolled over and off the bed, standing up.

I looked over at her back as she slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep and was feeling quite content when I suddenly felt myself being shaken.

“What have you done? How…how could you do that too me? I thought you loved me!” Al Jihad Al Islam said to the now awakened me.

I looked up at her stunned, with how she was acting and then remembered she usually regretted having sex after her blood had cooled somewhat.

“I do love you, Al Jihad Al Islam, you know that.” I said trying to calm her.

“Love me? If you loved me you would never have raped me like that!” Al Jihad Al Islam cried out, almost hysterical.

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Rape you? I did no such thing! You wanted it as bad as I did. How did I rape you?” I said also getting quite loud as I sat up on the edge of the bed looking at my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.

Tear started to flow freely from her eyes.

“Yes you did…I never asked you to…ravage me…how can I ask for forgiveness after being so…base. How could you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu take advantage of her while a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady was weak? It’s forbidden in Islam.” Al Jihad Al Islam said trying to wipe the tears from her face as she stood before me. I felt bad she was crying but didn’t understand how she felt this way.

“Al Jihad Al Islam…it was just sex…good sex…but just sex. You used to love when we had sex.” I said hoping to get through to her.

I did, but not in the way, I had hoped.

I saw the fire now behind her eyes as she grew angry.

“Yes…we used to rut like animals…I used to, but I am trying to look beyond my bestial side and exercise Islam now loyally. I can’t do it if I’m blinded by LUST!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, screaming the last word as if it was worse than murder.

I looked up at her as she clenched her fists and tried to stop her tears.

Something again tore inside me and I just resigned myself again to my own creative strategy in our Live in Relationship.

Nevertheless, I had one last thing to say.

“Fine then, but…but I just thought that what you saw in the study…well…maybe you were feeling different. Maybe you wanted sex again.” I said and watched the anger being replaced with confusion.

“What are you talking about? What about the study, what has that got to do with what YOU did?” Al Jihad Al Islam said feeling a bit lost and wanting to know what I was talking about.

As Al Jihad Al Islam spoke, the warning bells were going off in my head… and I knew I shouldn’t say anymore.

“You know…just forget it. I guess…. I guess that it’s just the ignored Musalmān wife I fell in love with is gone… and I just miss her very much.” I said gravely.

I saw that my words had an effect on Al Jihad Al Islam as well as the anger flooded from her face and she bit her lip as she again began to cry anew.

“You think that…that I’m not the same woman inside…that I don’t love you anymore? I do Durgesh…but I have to follow Islam …or…or I am lost and can never be with you again. I’m trying to find me for us Durgesh…US!” Al Jihad Al Islam said pleading with me.

Nevertheless, even though her tears still flowed, I was a bit emotionally numb and couldn’t comfort her now.

“Fine…you follow Islam …for us or whatever. Nevertheless, I’m going to sleep in the extra bedroom for a few hours before morning. Goodnight, Al Jihad Al Islam.” I said as I turned and walked out of the door still naked and closed it quietly too.

I stood at the door, wondering if I should have said that and almost went back to apologize, when I heard my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s voice.

I listened for a minute, and shook my head…she was praying…praying for forgiveness for her giving into her lust. And praying for me to see the light and error of my ways.

I just turned, walked down the hall and onto the extra bedroom.

I opened the door, entered, and closed it behind me.

I then climbed into bed and set the clock on the table near by.

I just lay my head down and gave up for the night.

I soon went to sleep on top of the covers, stoutly determined to solve this dilemma.

Assalāt Al Fajir was finishing off yet another orgasm in bed, thinking of her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, and how the juices shot from my thing into her best friend’s extremely beautiful twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. She lay there resting and starting to drift off to sleep, when she thought she heard some noises.

At first, she thought it was just her imagination, but she heard a fairly loud noise and it woke her fully.

She sat up in bed and nothing.

Assalāt Al Fajir then decided to open her door to check in the hall for anything.

Her room was the closest to her ‘parents’, separated by only the hall bathroom.

When Assalāt Al Fajir opened her door and peered out, she heard clearly but faintly noises coming from her parent’s room.

Curious yet again tonight she crept up to our door and listened.

What she got was an earful.

Assalāt Al Fajir heard a lot of moans, and then heard very clearly her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, shouting.

Assalāt Al Fajir almost opened the door to make sure I was ok, but stopped remembering she had almost been caught the last time.

It was natural therefore that she just continued to listen.

She heard so more moans and the bed creaking. She then heard her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, asking her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, if she was naughty and if she was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

Assalāt Al Fajir perked her ears up after that, and heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, say she was.

Then she heard Al Jihad Al Islam ask if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, liked her that way… and Assalāt Al Fajir wrinkled her nose, but was shocked by her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, loud response saying I did, and how I always wanted to fuck her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, so bad.

Assalāt Al Fajir then heard only a few words, like Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and then a loud yes from her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Assalāt Al Fajir then heard the bed get rather loud and figured they were having full Ashvinātam sex.

She then heard her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, get very loud, and Assalāt Al Fajir figured her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, had just orgasmed.

Assalāt Al Fajir smiled thinking her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, sure could fuck everbest.

Her friends were never wrong.

Durgesh really fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies everbest.

Assalāt Al Fajir gasped, having never really used that word before, and she giggled softly.

She then heard her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, have yet another orgasm, and almost the same time heard what sounded like an orgasm from her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Assalāt Al Fajir smiled thinking that her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was the everbest at sex for her too having orgasm twice with her ever sexy Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam too as well as her own twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

Al Kāynāt Al Islam blackmailed Durgesh to fuck her.

A twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān extremely beautiful Musalmān yong lady blackmailed a sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu to fuck her.

What a man!

Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!

What a man!

She had heard from other girls that their boyfriends would have an orgasm then just fall asleep.

She smiled.

She knew her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was above average, noooooooooo, the everbest, and here was theproof.

Assalāt Al Fajir then started to hear raised voices, even shouting and knew they were fighting.

She heard most of what was said and it didn’t sound as if Durgesh had raped her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.

She sounded quite willing to Assalāt Al Fajir.

Assalāt Al Fajir then heard what sounded like her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, coming to the door, and heard me say I was sleeping in the extra bedroom.

Assalāt Al Fajir panicked.

She ran into her room and closed the door too but not closed.

She watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, in the nude as I hesitated at the door and then after a minute turned her way.

She got behind the door and didn’t peak out…until she heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, pass her door.

Assalāt Al Fajir then opened the door and peaked out down the hall…just in time to see her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s naked ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund as I walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Assalāt Al Fajir leaned into the wall and caught her breath, which seemed to her to be out of.

She told herself to go back to bed and sleep, and she climbed into bed.

However, sleep would not come to her.

She was too excited by the night events.

Then she had a wicked thought…she wondered if her Ammī’s Hindu  Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was still nude.

As far as she knew, I had no clothes in the room. Maybe she could peak inside and look, under the covers….Allah, Assalāt Al Fajir, you would get caught for sure then, she thought.

Nevertheless, the harder she tried to forget she had thought it, the more she wanted to try it.

Chapter 23

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 21

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 21

Durgesh Assalāt Al Fajir

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Islam

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam

Assalāt Al Fajir got up in the middle of the night.

She had to use the bathroom, her bladder feeling quite full.

After relieving herself on the toilet, she felt thirsty and walked to the kitchen to get herself a soda.

As she passed my study, she thought she heard a noise inside.

She looked at the clock in the kitchen, two o’clock in the morning.

No way is Durgesh still up, maybe he fell asleep while watching TV in there, or something, she thought to herself.

She walked to the door intending to knock, then stopped….she didn’t want to wake her Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner that harshly she thought.

She wrapped her hand gently around the door handle and softly opened it, to check to see if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was still inside.

Assalāt Al Fajir couldn’t understand why her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, revolted against her Abbū.

Only because her Abbū, Salmān Waħīd, criticized Narendr Modi and BJP?

Allah!

What she saw made her drop her hand from the door and gasp loudly as she took in the entire scene.

Assalāt Al Fajir stared ahead of her, and looked at her Ammī’s nude Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, as he pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s, twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Allah!

Assalāt Al Fajir could not believe her own eyes.

Her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, was lying on her back totally, entirely nude.

Her legs were on Durgesh’s nude Hindu shoulders.

Her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was enthusiastically swallowing Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir was laughing proudly teasing her Ammī’s sixty-five years old Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She also noticed the computer screen and could make out that they were watching their own previous video of having sex.

Then her gazed went again to me as I fucked her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

Assalāt Al Fajir noticed that she thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, had …well… was rather large down there.

She had seen some sex Ed movies and pictures, and my seemed far bigger than those.

I was turned to the side, facing away from her and the door.

Assalāt Al Fajir thought I hadn’t seen her.

She knew it was wrong…but she had never had sex of any kind.

Well, at least with others…Assalāt Al Fajir knew what her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was doing.

Fucking her extremely beautiful twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

She knew it because of the sex class… but more so because she too used her fingers to get herself off almost every night.

She discovered just after puberty that her fingers down there could make her feel very nice.

However, Assalāt Al Fajir knew that her standing here was wrong…and she hadn’t knocked.

Her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, would be mad at her she knew.

However, she had never watched a man play with any woman before.

Assalāt Al Fajir really wanted to see what it was like.

Her eyes could hardly make out the video that was playing on the computer.

And even if she could, she was more into watching her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, and how his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund moved into her twenty eight years old friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Assalāt Al Fajir started to get very hot down there and all over her body.

She started to feel her panties getting wet, as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, pushing his hard member into her best friend. Assalāt Al Fajir knew that if she got caught watching she would be in huge trouble…..and even bigger trouble with what she was thinking, but she had to do it.

Assalāt Al Fajir opened her pajama pants and held her panties open as she slid her other hand down to her privates… and slowly she started to rub herself…feeling her fingers start to get wet and sticky as her juices flooded out.

Assalāt Al Fajir heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, grunt and watched as he started moving his Uncut Hindu Lund faster into her…twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

That’s what the other girls at school called it. Assalāt Al Fajir then got really turned on and rubbed her wet slit even faster, now pushing her fingers inside herself and she could hear squishy noises coming from her rubbing…oohh she was getting close …she could feel it.

Assalāt Al Fajir thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was too.

By the way, his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund  was flying up and down into her twenty eight years old young friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She heard me breathing heavy and grunting a lot. Assalāt Al Fajir then watched as her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slammed back into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and held it there.

She watched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund start to squirt and squirt….and squirt, all into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Assalāt Al Fajir buried her fingers deep inside her now sopping slit and she felt herself reach the edge.

She was panting hard and moaned a few times.

“Huh….huhh…uumm…yesss.” Assalāt Al Fajir moaned out softly as she pushed herself over the edge and she started to see stars as she felt light headed.

She leaned against the doorway and waited for her head to clear.

When she refocused on her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, she saw that Al Kāynāt Al Islam was closing down the video window and reaching up to take the earphones off my head.

Assalāt Al Fajir panicked and quickly took her hand from her panties as she tried not to fall with her other hand.

She grabbed the door handle, quickly closed the door, hurried from the room and headed back to her bedroom.

Assalāt Al Fajir stopped and listened.

She didn’t hear any loud voices or movement. Assalāt Al Fajir sighed deeply, figuring she had gotten away unnoticed.

She entered her room and got back into bed…but found she could not sleep.

She lay there and absentmindedly started to rub her still sopping wet slit again as she pictured what had happened.

After I had succeeded in getting myself off twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend of Assalāt Al Fajir, and had turned off the music on the computer, I thought I had heard something and turned around after getting the earphones off of my head.

I saw the door was closed and no one was in the room behind.

“Must be my guilty conscience with me being “sinful”…Al Kāynāt Al Islam blackmailed me.” I smiled, glad my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, hadn’t opened the door without knocking.

I really needed to install a lock on that door I thought.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s young beautiful Musalmān lady friends were constantly fucking me this way or that.

My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in their young Musalmān Choot was as if a trophy for them.

“If you won’t fuck me, I’d make even Assalāt Al Fajir herself fuck you and make its video.” Al Kāynāt Al Islam had warned me aggressively.

“It’s not good, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.” I had said, “Your Ammī herself is my Live in Relationship Partner. You must understand I’m as if a father to you.”

“Nonsense, there’s a vast difference between a father and ‘as if a father’.”

I continued to fuck her more for a few minutes, but it was being past two in the morning.

Good thing tomorrow is Saturday…I can sleep late, I thought.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, doesn’t hold with anymore, I thought.

I walked toward the door opened it and turned off the light in the study.

When I went to close the door using the knob on the other side I quickly pulled my hand back….it was wet.

I touched the handle, and it was wet.

I pulled my hand close to my nose, thinking maybe it was somehow old oil from the doorknob and smelled my hand.

Damn…I thought…it’s been awhile but I’ll be damned if that isn’t pussy cream I smell, I thought.

I leaned down and smelled of the handle.

I definitely smelled a woman’s juices on the handle.

“Now how in the hell…?” I started to say aloud to myself.

It had to have happened just a short time ago to still be wet.

I then gasped, I had heard someone at the door.

I had been caught, but if my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, had caught me then why hadn’t she railed at me…even at this time of night.

Then a thought hit me, maybe she was turned on by me, I grinned at the thought and had another.

Maybe she’s in bed right now….horny. I wondered if I should try and do anything about it. A short train of thought, even after getting off, the possible chance to getting some another beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot after this, made me instantly hard.

I quickly moved to our bedroom and went inside.

I climbed into the bed I still shared with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.

I wasn’t sure if she was asleep…maybe she had time to doze off since then I thought.

I moved close to my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, and snuggled her.

She was on her side away from me.

I started moving my hand over her butt, which were covered in panties.

Even after ‘finding’ her religion, Islam, she still only slept in panties and a nightshirt, hating getting tangled in the covers.

I only had to contend with her thin panty material.

As I moved my hand over her perfectly round, firm, young, plump, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt, I started to rub my way toward the top of her legs and rubbed with pressure over where her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot would be.

I felt her stir, and start to move.

I even heard her moan once.

I, thinking I was about to get lucky after at least nearly a year, pulled aside the panties, and rubbed my finger directly over Al Jihad Al Islam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound.

Al Jihad Al Islam was having a strange dream.

Even after finding her calling, she still had the occasional sex dream.

When she had them she would often awake and pray for forgiveness, but there had been a few times they had been too strong and these were the times she had become weak.

She would awake Durgesh and have sex with me.

She would be mad at me after we finished, but even now, she loved sex when we had it, which made her even madder at herself and me.

Twice she had even awoken and finding me not in bed, once when I had a business trip, she had felt so needy that she had to use her fingers to satisfy her bestial urges. On the time, I had taken the trip she had even been so needful that night that she had needed more than her fingers, but having LONG ago rid herself of sinful sexual devices, she had wondered the house in longing.

In the kitchen, she had found a cucumber in the refrigerator, and rushed to the bedroom to satisfy those urges.

For many days, she prayed over that incident, as well as tossing the cucumber in the trash.

Therefore, it was now that she felt her body respond to her urges now.

I was starting to feel her body responding, as she was starting to get wet now.

Even though I was amazed she was still asleep having just gotten there, she was now moving her body slightly against my fingers.

I figured she must have wiped herself clean after leaving the study door, as she had not been wet when I got into bed.

Nevertheless, I knew she was wet now and felt as she opened up and two of my fingers started to slide into her Musalmān warmth.

I felt her start to move more, and knew she was waking.

Al Jihad Al Islam was having a wonderfully sinful dream of a handsome Hindu, Durgesh, who happened to find her with her dress bent up when she was bent over, looking for something.

She felt me bury my face into her, and pushed back as I started to penis her Islamically forbidden hole.

She felt quite wicked in the dream and started to feel my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund      go deep, very deep into her…..then she awoke…too find someone’s fingers probing her now wet sin hole.

Gasping aloud, thinking it was myself from the dream; she twisted her head around and found her new Hindu husband’s face.

Al Jihad Al Islam smiled glad it was her husband, but feeling a pang of regret, it was not right according to Islam. Al Jihad Al Islam then realized the situation and started to get angry.

“Durgesh…what are you doing!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her body still moving, pushing against her Hindu husband’s fingers.

I sunk my two fingers even deeper now with her body turned more toward me, sinking them to the hilt.

Al Jihad Al Islam moaned deeply feeling full for the first time in many months.

“Just finishing what we sort of started earlier.” I said as I used my other hand to lift her shirt… and quickly shot my head in and kissed one of her nipples with my mouth.

Again Al Jihad Al Islam moaned, even louder this time.

She felt every confused, having just awoken and her Hindu husband talking of starting earlier.

“Wha…what…are you…ummm…saying?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked between gasps of breath, her body now responding totally to my actions.

But part of her still wanted me to stop….it was wrong.

“Durgesh….uumm…Allah…oh god…you got to…sttooppp….this…ohh Allah…god…wrong!” she moaned out to me.

I knew she felt guilty whenever we still had sex but I, and I knew she was as well, too far gone to stop it from happening now.

“Mmm baby, you’re too wet to stop now…. but you should have asked me to do this before getting back in bed.” I said as I moved my other hand around and used it to start to rub her clit as I still finger fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot with the other.

Al Jihad Al Islam’s body shot up and then she flopped back to the bed, a small orgasm running through, but feeling strong due to being unused.

But she still felt confused the way I was talking, but figured she find out later.

For now her body had taken over the talking.

“Allah! Oh god, Durgesh…yes…fuck me darling…fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.” Al Jihad Al Islam chanted out, knowing she would have to do penance later, but now….Allah, god, it felt so good.

I again kissed my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s nipple, and I bit it slightly, she used to like her nipples being bitten…it would drive her crazy.

I felt her hands encircle my head and almost suffocate me they held me down so hard.

I felt my finger being squeezed by her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was cumming….hard.

“Uhhh….Uhhhhh…UHHHH Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, MMMYY GGOOOODDD!” Al Jihad Al Islam screamed out to the heavens feeling lost in ecstasy, floating in heaven, for the first time in a long time.

When she came too, I had removed my fingers.

She weakly looked up and saw I had moved.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now even with her bush Musalmān hair and even as she looked, I buried my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

She felt my sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund slide into her.

“Ohhh yes Durgesh…yes….fuck me baby…Allah…yes….fuck me…fuck me with your ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as she thrust her hips up to my Uncut Hindu Lund. After a minute, I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Here return the favor…” I said as I thrust my hips near her head, causing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to touch her cheek.

She shook her head no.

“No Durgesh…that’s too sinfulllll…….Allah! Oh god …yes!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund back and again began to penis her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I moved my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund forward and Al Jihad Al Islam still having her mouth open, felt it slid into her lips slightly.

Her body responded and she wrapped her lips around the head of it and started sucking.

Part of her was saying this was wrong, but her body screamed for it all.

She sucked harder and soon bobbed her head down, taking most of me into and out of her mouth. I gave a wet grin as I felt my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth now working my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

I then pulled back and put my Uncut Hindu Lund  to her clit and started penising her love button.

Al Jihad Al Islam responded immediately by moaning around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund and sucking on it harder, and I could now easily hear the slurping noises she was making.

I then again insert my Uncut Hindu Lund  into my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.
“Mmm…ooommhh… gggaawwddd!” She mouthed out around her full mouth as she came again.

I then felt the flood of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot cream over my Uncut Hindu Lund  and pushed it deepest.

She bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund  and soon the deluge slowed.

I leaned up and gave her a wet grin as she continued to nurse on me.

“Alright Al Jihad Al Islam…let me loose so that I can really fill you up now.” I said expecting her to spit out my engorged member, and she did pull off of it, but she shook her head no.

“Huh huh….I want you to cream in my mouth…I’m…very hungry.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she again swallowed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking with much noise.

I was floored…never in the past had she eVER wanted to swallow my load.

The few times I had by accident she always spit it out, and here she was telling me to.

She must be crazy horny, I thought with a grin.

“Ok, Al Jihad Al Islam…mmm keep that up…and…uuh…you’ll be getting your wish….mmm Eīshān …soon.” I said as I surrendered to the feeling of my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Jihad Al Islam bobbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and slurped on My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, intensely wanting me to cum, to be nasty again like she used to be….more so even.

She wanted to take my Hindu cum, swallow it and savor it.

Al Jihad Al Islam not wanting to wait any longer for her treat moved her hand down.

I, feeling very close, was brought over the edge at my otherwise cold wife’s nastiness.

I thrust my hips causing my orgasm to be even stronger.

I thrust hard against my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth and felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep into her throat as my Hindu cum boiled forth and started painting her tonsils.

Al Jihad Al Islam pulled back and held just the head inside her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, tonguing it as she felt My Hindu cream flowing and shooting past her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.

She felt a spurt of my Hindu juice and a pulsing of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I felt as if I was a puppet, with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, pulling the string.

I had no control over my orgasm now as she used her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to bring more my Hindu cum then I ever thought I had.

Chapter 22

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The Everbest Wives: 40

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 40

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam
Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb
Durgesh Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Qādir

Eīshān! God, and now Al Kāynāt Al Islam, who looked so much like her Ammī herself, wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Eīshāno Vishvvédasah! God knows, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun! How she had managed her teenager Musalmān girlfriends to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund .
The girl was miraculously extraordinary smart.
Even at her eighteen only, she was a PhD and a respected instructor in Ashvinātam Relationships.
I had sex almost 24x7x365 with extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies respectfully.
I never needed to destroy my platonic relationship with Al Kāynāt Al Islam for sex.
I was already taking beautiful Musalmān women home, fucking them while she was in the next room.
There wasn’t any problem.
Not only my opponents, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Lady Brigade was advertising it 24x7x365.

Eīshān! I’d never thought Al Kāynāt Al Islam would be my next score.
“Only a blow job,” I muttered. “Just until you cum. She’s out of her mind.”
Yet, I couldn’t deny the fact that my Uncut Hindu Lund was hard now.
I turned on the TV to ESPN. I didn’t care who was playing or what the sport was.

I was never interested in damned sports.
Yet, I needed something to distract me.
I don’t know why didn’t go to Stavan.
It would have been the best.
Was Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s crazy obsession more powerful?
As powerful as to affect my Bhogchakr even?
I don’t know.
Eīshān! It was the sports illustrated swimsuit special!
Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Girls were running around on the beach with photographers snapping pictures!
Eīshān no doubt was helping Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
The hell!
Damn it.

I turned off the TV, moving to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the toilet, unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out my ten inches of thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was standing straight up, the helmet red and angry at my mistreatment of it.
I gazed along the shaft.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam wanted to suck it.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam wanted to suck it.
Yet, what was new in it?
Haven’t all of them already done it?*

It had been a year almost to the day since I had left home.
For me it had been a year of picking up casual sex therapy patients and families on the brink of breaking only due to sexual problems not attended scientifically, practically and prudently, instead of traditionally and emotionally erroneously, as I roamed around the country.
All the time I roamed, I was longing for home and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Yet now, as I approached home in my new Mercedes, I was filled with apprehension.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and I had agreed to separate and had no contact whatsoever for the whole year in order to be sure that what she wanted was I, and no one else, despite my being the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
The relationship she had briefly begun was so potent and yet so hazardous that she needed to be utterly secure in my love.

I had every knowledge of what had been happening at home and to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
I did even know I had left her in a distressing situation, since she insisted on it adamantly, despite my every effort to explain to her why it shouldn’t be done.
Had it not been for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s strong resolve that we must have the year apart I might never have left her.

A few days before making the journey home, I had telephoned Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
That too we had agreed upon.
That was to make sure that I wanted to come home, and that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted me to.
“Things, feelings, change in the course of a year,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had said, “and we need to be sure. I’m still immensely afraid of your ever over humanity and morals for inhumans even. ”

One thing I had learned from the telephone call had been that at last the philandering Waħīdah had left Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and was now living with a girl I had met while on a “business trip” to the Philippines.
I thought that this would make things easier for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and me but I thought I had detected a note doubt in her voice when I said I was returning home.
Nevertheless, she had agreed that I should return now.

As I drove the last leg of the journey, my mind wandered back to the night it had all begun.
“No,” I thought, “that was not when it began.”
That night had only been the culmination of what had been brewing between us for at least four years.
It was the almost inevitable outcome of love, vulnerability and opportunity.

I recalled the time when at the age of twenty one Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had first become aware of me as a sexually desirable man.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came upon me when I was standing near a divan.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb must have seen me like that many times, but this time it was different.

I was wearing my shorts only Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never seen me in before.
As usual, I did not look my age, which at that time must have been about sixty one or two.

What struck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb very forcibly was the quiet radiance of my manly vigor.
It was still the athletic body, the way my hair fell loosely and naturally fell on my forehead.
The confident black eyes, the warmth and sweetness of my smile that seemed to give me an aura of enchantment.

No doubt, I had not anticipated being seen dressed like that.
Waħīdah had been away on one of her alleged business trips, and she wasn’t to know that the sex therapy sessions were completed and the sex therapists sent home early.
I had simply been relaxing for a while and enjoying the new garment I had bought the day before.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had a brief glimpse of my Uncut Hindu Lund that seemed to her like a strongest steel rod, Allah. A
l had hastily drawn the towel over my crotch and smiled saying, “I didn’t expect you to be home so early, my child.”

Yes, that was where it had begun, but there it might have remained had circumstances not dictated otherwise.
An over religious Musalmān husband was breaking her heart.
She was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman who needed love and emotional warmth and that love and warmth she found in me, and in receiving she also gave.

Even so, it might not have culminated as it did had she not been at a vulnerable stage in her life.*

Over the years, following that incident, we both became aware that her feelings for me went beyond the filial, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had even confessed them to me.
This at least cleared the air and removed some of the fears that often got with such feelings.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had claimed that her feelings for me were perfectly natural and often occurred between daughters in law and fathers in law.
That’s why Islam had seen it necessary not to prohibit adopted son’s wife on the so called father in law, by marrying Ħazrat Zaynab bint Jaħsh razī Allāhu tålā ånahā with Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.*

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t believe it.
Peeking through the crack in the bathroom door at my unique legendary utmost experienced enormous Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Penis.
It was the finest unique legendary utmost experienced enormous Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Dick Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had ever seen and it was mine.
I was furiously fucking her best friend, Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had deliberately sent in the bathroom entirely nude.
Both Al Waħīdah Al Qādir and Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān were twenty eight, brilliant, smart, PhD and extraordinary beautiful.
It had been for about three hours while Al Waħīdah Al Qādir watched.
Durgesh was fucking Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān for three hours nonstop.
Wow!
What a man.
Now Al Waħīdah Al Qādir could understand why her own Ammī was so crazy for me.
The sixty five year old ever-young Hindu man deserved kudos.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir felt her body arouse, felt her nipples press out behind her bra and her sex tingle as her insides moistened.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t look away as I manipulated my nicest Uncut Hindu shaft into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān’s tight Musalmān Cunt proudly.
Well, Durgesh, the Anant MuslimātRamañ Hindu really deserved the pride.
Durgesh was really a miracle himself.
He never looked his age.
Anyone could bet Durgesh could be anywhere between twenty eight to thirty five.
Not any more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t believe my Stavans, my Trishapt, nonstop, could really do such wonders.
Allah Allah!
Måshā Allah!
Subħān Allah!

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir waited with baited breath for the climax, knowing I had to be close from the look of my matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
Not to mention the expression on my face, and how my legs tightened, lifting my waist.
My matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock was poking out along with my balls, as my waist stroked to and fro the impressive Hindu tool.
It had to be eight maybe nine inches, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t be sure.

Suddenly I leaned forward, went up on my toes and exploded into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān’s tight glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt.
My Hindu cum shot into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān.
The first rope left a trail from the utmost depth of her Musalmān Cunt to my convulsing matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock.
Burst flew from her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir heard me grunt, stroke hard again, sending another rope out of my Hindu shaft.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was awestruck with my power and Hindu potency, never seeing that much cum before in her life.
Trishapt?
Nonstop Trishapt Sādhnā?
Was it really due to it?
Despite her immense obsession to me, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir still couldn’t believe it.
If a Sādhnā, a spiritual practice only, can do such immensely incredible wonders, why the others don’t do it?
Doesn’t every man want to be as capable in sex as Durgesh is?
Durgesh is certainly an exception in several matters, including his matchless sex prowess too.
He doesn’t want to tell the mystery of his incredible success everywhere.
Why the hell should he?
Who tells these things to others to lose his/her matchless status ever?
Isn’t it Durgesh’s exclusive privilege too?

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir swore a good seven long blasts painted the inside of Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān and a large puddle formed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb by the time I was done.

Her young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth watered, her sex quivered and dripped.
All that glorious Hindu cum going to only her best friend not even a little to herself, made Al Waħīdah Al Qādir jealous and sad.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir imagined me shooting that huge Hindu load in her young Musalmān mouth, how it would fill Al Waħīdah Al Qādir to overflowing before Al Waħīdah Al Qādir swallowed it down.
In her musing, she almost got caught watching because we were done cleaning up and about to exit.
If it weren’t for me kissing her best friend, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir would have been.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir darted away down the hall to her room and shut the door behind her, horny as hell.

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir called me Durgesh even though I was thirty seven years elder to her and her best friend too.
This was the first time Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had caught me fucking anyone.
That was too because she deliberately planned and managed it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir knew I did it 24x7x365.
It was not any bloody secret even.
Everyone knew it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir lucked out this time and found the door cracked.
Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān deliberately managed it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir got the show of a lifetime.*

I could not imagine even doing this, thinking about Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s mouth sliding over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
How the hell had this happened?
I came home tonight from work to relax.
Now, I was in the bathroom, fucking a beautiful Musalmān houselady as usual, after Al Kāynāt Al Islam asked to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She wouldn’t even know what to do with this much Uncut Hindu Lund anyway, little virgin Musalmān girl, trying to lick it, asking me how it was going to fit into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth.
I started thinking about her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān Choot next.
I had to.
She must be so tight. It’d probably hurt both of us going in.

I remembered a year ago, she came home at 5:00 a.m., stinking of booze.
She was drunk as hell as I got her into bed, still dressed.
She’d been wearing a skirt and I caught a glimpse of her panties.
There had been blood on the crotch.
I thought that was the night she’d had her cherry popped.
I guess she was just on her period.

Even now, I could see my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding between those tight, pink Musalmān lips, strangling my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching those big green Musalmān eyes of hers open and close as she got penetrated.

“Damn it,” I whispered. “Get it together. She doesn’t understand anything.”

I stopped fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends.
It was more than obvious Al Kāynāt Al Islam herself had sent her to find out my recent psychology about her ‘need’(?).
I was not going to cum to into her friend having the thought of Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I refused to.
I was stronger than that.
I took a cold shower.
In addition, it helped.
If you need to stop fantasizing about fucking someone you don’t want to, took a cold shower.
The cold water will deflate your Penis as if you’re in a monastery.

In my room, I redressed in sweat pants and a white t-shirt, staring at myself in the mirror.
I had to talk to Al Kāynāt Al Islam, sort this out.
She had to know I wasn’t angry with her, yet quite disturbed, naturally.
She was just caught between a rock and a hard Uncut Hindu Lund, but it was not going to be my Uncut Hindu Lund that did the job.

“Cupcake?” I said as I opened her door.*

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t get my matchless fabulous utmost experienced immensely loved Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock out of her mind, falling on her bed with her hands already down her pants.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was very wet and her clitoris was erect, begging to be played with.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir rolled over on her tummy and began to grind on her clit with both hands, rolling her nubbin between her fingers, slipping up and down in her juices.
The pleasure grew quickly, her breathing became rushed as her arms pressed her breasts together, smashed on the bed.
The euphoria spread through her body the more Al Waħīdah Al Qādir played and tightened her ass, grinding harder on her clit until the wave crashed over her body, drowning her in bliss.

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was so wet after her orgasm Al Waħīdah Al Qādir needed to change her panties.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir stood up, her legs wobbly and took off her shorts, pulled her panties down, letting the cool air find her wet Musalmān pussy and excited clit.
It felt good, sending shivers through her body and hardening her nipples again.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir thought about how good my matchless fabulous utmost experienced immensely loved Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock would feel deep inside of her.
She’d never had anything near my size and Al Waħīdah Al Qādir know they said size doesn’t matter.
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t stop thinking about putting that to the test.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir found herself playing again, half naked in her room with two fingers in her wet Musalmān tunnel when a knock on her door scared the shit out of me.

“Don’t come in! I’m not…” Al Waħīdah Al Qādir started to say but the door opened anyway.

Al Waħīdah Al Qādir turned, covering up, and in poked my head as I removed my headphones to talk.

“Durgesh! Leave me alone, at least. Get out!” Al Waħīdah Al Qādir screamed.
She forgot even how to behave with me.
Yet she realized it as soon as she committed the mistake.

“Sorry! One of my bad moods! I need privacy very badly now.” she said, shutting the door very fast.

Chapter 41
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Everbest Wives: 38

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 38

Durgesh Al Kāynāt Al Islam

I was a Greek god as if now.
I was not six feet tall, medium height only.
Yet, I wasn’t a nobody.
Not only my women, almost everyone too, kept an eye on me what I wanted actually.
I wasn’t a President or Prime Minister of any nation either.
Yet, I always tried to manage my children get everything they actually needed.
I took one look into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s beautiful green Musalmān eyes and I gave her whatever she wanted, a new phone, a new computer, a new car, money to go shopping with her friends.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s the curse of a motherless child.
No, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, hadn’t died.
She had returned however to her original Musalmān husband, Ålī Abū Tālib.
So many of them did the same.
I especially helped their little girl, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

Her beautiful smile always made it worthwhile.
Everything was going fine, until Al Kāynāt Al Islam asked me for something I could never give her, my Uncut Hindu Lund.*

It all started one Sunday evening over dinner.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam had been supervising cooking since her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, left us.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam hated her parents for what they had done.
You did it for one million dollars only, Ammījān? You leased yourself to Durgesh only for one million dollars?”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd laughed.
She watched her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī.
“They all do it, Al Kāynāt Al Islam. They are still maintaining the ever old Årab tradition to sell their beautiful Årab women to Hindus.”
Najmah Fahīm Ansārī looked at her daughter, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, contemptuously.
“We love Islam more than everything. There’s nothing we can’t sacrifice for Islam. It’s a virtue to get as much money from Kufr as we can, to break their exclusive financial power.”
“Durgesh is multi zillionaire. He is the ever richest man now. One million is nothing for him. You can’t break his financial power through such stupid activities.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd said scornfully.*

Al Kāynāt Al Islam supervised everything around the house.
That’s just how we made it.
I was never exhausted.
Nevertheless, it was the usual bullshit at work.
I hated working on the weekends and Sunday was the worst.
I think Al Kāynāt Al Islam could tell because she offered to give me a shoulder massage.
“Durgesh?” Al Kāynāt Al Islam said. “Do you want me to rub your shoulders?”
“I am okay, cupcake.”
“Okay,” she said in her sweet little voice.

She sounded just like her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam looked just like her too.
Gorgeous, long red hair, beautiful c-cup breasts, perky, I tried not to notice, and 5’5″.
She liked to show off her legs.
She was always in shorts and barefoot.
Her toenails were painted orange today.
They matched her fingernails.
The tank top she wore was too small for her, her naval bare.
That’s just how kids dressed these days.
“I have a favor to ask you,” she said.
Money.
Here it comes.
It’s always money.
She’s earned it though.
She took care of me, and I like to take care of her.
“Sure, baby. How much cash do you need?”
She shook her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders, her lower lip between her teeth; those lips, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah’s lips, pink and full.
She looked like her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah,
I never felt guilty ogling her.
I knew I saw her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, in her.
However, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, was also available to me even now.
Despite her ostensible loyalty to her husband, Ålī Abū Tālib, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, still wanted me inside her between her still beautiful Musalmān legs.
Ålī Abū Tālib smiled at her wickedly.
“You still want to fuck Durgesh, the ever communal ever stupid Anant Muslimātchod Hindu? He thinks only Musalmān houseladies have perfect cunt for his ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Ålī Abū Tālib,” Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah winked at him, “One million isn’t a great amount Durgesh can spare on your still extremely beautiful Musalmān wife.”
Ålī Abū Tālib smiled wickedly himself.
“Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, you are really marvelous even now. I can’t blame Durgesh. I have seen myself how madly Durgesh fucks you.”
“He is crazy for me.” Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah raised her head proudly, “In fact Durgesh is always crazy to fuck us entire beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. We are lucky.”
Ålī Abū Tālib laughed.
“I agree with you. But never forget, you would allow Durgesh to fuck yourself only, not to fuck your Īmān too ever.”
Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah smiled cunningly.
“Don’t worry. We Musalmān houseladies too know our limits. We ourselves fuck Durgesh actually, Durgesh never fucks us. He only thinks that it’s he who fucks us. Islam is paramount. We know. None of us is as stupid as to go to Jahannum letting a Kāfir fuck us. We fuck Durgesh I repeat, never viceversa.”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam was smiling.
“What is it then, if not money?” I said.
“I need you to do something for me, something kind of big. Something more precious. Remember I am not an ordinary girl. Even the Harvard University has recognized my extraordinary prudence by awarding me PhD on Ashvinātam relationships at my eighteen only.”
“That’s right.” I smiled proudly, “I am listening.”
“I want you to watch a few videos.”
“Videos? Sure. I’ll watch a movie with you.”
“No, not a movie. Moreover, the videos are themselves not the favor. I need you to watch the videos so I can ask you the favor.”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam took out her iPhone, pressing a few things on the screen.
“It’s a video of my friend Al Farħānah Al Shoeb.”

I remembered Al Farħānah Al Shoeb, of course.
She practically grew up in my house with Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
She hadn’t been coming around as much lately though.
Usually, she and Al Kāynāt Al Islam were always going out to the mall or some other place.
“In the video, she did something kind of shocking, and, well, just watch, okay? There’s two more videos after it, one with my friend Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, and another with Al Saåādah Al Åbbās. Just keep watching.”

I was confused at this point, but I said,
“Sure,”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam handed me the phone.
Meanwhile, she took the plates into the kitchen.
I heard the sink turn on as I pressed play on the phone.
“My name is Al Farħānah Al Shoeb,” Al Farħānah Al Shoeb said on the video, “and this is how you suck Uncut Hindu Lund.”

My eyes were huge as the video zoomed out, revealing Al Farħānah Al Shoeb naked, her eighteen-year-old Musalmān tits on full display, a pair of panties blocking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān Choot.
And then she reached for my blue jeans, unzipping them, pulling out my ever young, rock-hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was nothing impressive at first, five and a half inches, but Al Farħānah Al Shoeb opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth and swallowed it whole.
“What the hell?”

I glanced over my shoulder, looking for Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I could still hear the faucet.
I turned back to the video.
Al Farħānah Al Shoeb was giving me her all now, deepthroating my Uncut Hindu Lund, her black hair flying back and forth as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, red crimson ardent Musalmān lips slid over my Uncut Hindu rod.

I was moaning, my one hand grabbing Al Farħānah Al Shoeb’s Musalmān head, pulling her to my Hindu shaft.

I could not believe it.
I didn’t know anything of it.
Certainly, they had drugged me for it.
Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!
What the hell this new generation is doing?

Yet, why was Al Kāynāt Al Islam making me watch her friend suck my Uncut Hindu Lund?
I couldn’t decide immediately what to do.
Should I press stop, go say something?
I just stared at the screen, my Uncut Hindu Lund getting hard in my jeans as Al Farħānah Al Shoeb gagged, pausing to catch her breath.

“You okay, babe?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Al Farħānah Al Shoeb responded.

She grabbed my shaft, stroking it back and forth as she went down for more.
I could not last.
The video was only four minutes, and I was ready to blow.
I exploded in Al Farħānah Al Shoeb’s mouth.
My Hindu cum ran over her chin, dripping on her perky Musalmān tits.
She grinned at me.
“That’s how you suck the ever greatest unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!”

The video ended, only to start a new one in the playlist.
Another of her friends, Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, was next, who I had seen plenty of times in a bikini next to my pool.
She was topless now.
She unzipped a pair of cargo pants and pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I am Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, and this is how I suck the unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”

Here we go again!
Al Zakāt Al Nadīm was not as experienced as Al Farħānah Al Shoeb, but when my six-inch prick appeared, she began licking away at it.
She was timid, but I did not seem to mind.
I wanted more, shoving myself into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth.
This video was only three minutes.
I blew my Hindu load all into her Musalmān mouth.

It wasn’t over yet.
The next video started.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was up, who I remembered playing on the jungle jim with Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
“I am Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, and I’ll show you how to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“The hell,” I said out loud.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās dove on my Uncut Hindu Lund, her blond locked bobbing on my seven inches.

I couldn’t take anymore.
I turned off the phone and set it aside.
I must have been in the Twilight Zone.
Kids don’t know what that is, but it’s a show where nothing made sense!
I grew up with things making sense.
Now Al Kāynāt Al Islam, the little girl, just showed me a porno, a porno starring her teenager friends with me, doing what I never allowed them consciously.
I felt like grounding her, but I’d never grounded her before.

There was the first time for everything.

I climbed up, stomping into the kitchen.
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, what the hell is that?”

She turned off the faucet and turned around.
Water was splashed on her little tank top, her skin visible underneath.
“I guess you watched it all.”
“Why did you show me that? I can’t even decide what to say to you.”
“I need to talk to you about it.”
“Talk to me? Youuuuuuuuu?I have half a mind to ground you, you know? I am as if your father. You don’t show me that sort of thing. You may be eighteen, young lady, but you’re still Al Kāynāt Al Islam, and while you live here, you shouldn’t be watching porn movies. Or at least not giving them to me to watch.”
“Durgesh, it wasn’t porn,” she said with a frown.
“What the hell do you call it?”
“A dare.”
“A what?”

She left the kitchen.
I had to follow.
She took up a seat on the living room couch.
“Okay, remember when I got my first period?”

I was still standing.
I couldn’t sit.
“What did that have to do with anything?”
“Remember, I was crying, and I told you I was bleeding, and you explained to me that girls get periods, and you took me to the store and bought me pads and told me I’d be okay in a few days. And you said if I ever needed to talk to you about anything, I could. And then when I had my first kiss, I told you all about it too.”
“What’s your point?”
“I am going to tell you some things now, things I’ve been doing.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I don’t want to hear about your sex life. You’re eighteen. What you do outside this house is your business.”
“But you said I could tell you anything.”
I sat down.
This was getting out of control.
“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to hand me a sex tape one day.”
“Just listen, please. See, my friends made a dare. They were all gloating, say they could suck your Uncut Hindu Lund better than one another, and to prove it, they made videos. And, well, I made the dare too.”
“That’s what this is about? Why would you want to show me that?”
“I am getting to it. See, I’ve been lying to my friends. They all think I was dating a college guy. I told them I was dating someone because, well, because I was sort of scared of sex.”
“What?”
“I am a virgin.”
I wasn’t surprised.
Yet I asked patiently.
“You’re a virgin? But you’ve been on so many dates.”
“Have you seen me on any dates in the last six months?”
“I just assumed when you were going out that’s where you were going.”
“Well, you assumed wrong. Anyway, I didn’t want them to know I was a virgin, so I just told them I was with a college guy and I had sex all the time.”
“Why did you lie?”
“Durgesh, it’s the last year of their high school. They don’t have the extraordinary prudence I have to get PhD in their teens. Yet they are still my friends. Aren’t they? You can’t tell your friends you’re a virgin. They’ll just make an extraordinary fun of you. These are not the backward days you remember of your own teens. We have advanced now too much. There’s a widest Generation Gap. Try to understand, please!”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“As I was saying, they were all bragging they were good at sucking your Uncut Hindu Lund. So I said I was the best.”
“Eīshān!” I murmured.
“What was I supposed to say, admit I’ve never touched one?”
I rubbed my forehead.
“I am not sure where you’re going with this, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.”
“All the three of my friends have made their tapes. It’s my turn now. It’s Sunday. School is tomorrow. I have until then to make my video.”
“You’re going to make a sex tape? Are you serious?”
“I have to. It’s my turn to do the dare.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, just tell your friends the truth.”
“I can’t. If I did that, I’d be a joke. They’d tell everyone in the whole school, and I’d be the biggest loser ever.”
“Who cares what those kids think? You’re not going to college next year, as they are.”
“Community college. I’m their instructor now. I’m a PhD. A lot of them will be there. I’ll be the virgin loser.”
“So, what are you going to do? Go find some guy tonight you don’t even know and ask him if you can, can…” I couldn’t even say it. “I raised you better than that. It’s one thing if you’re dating someone, but not like this.”
“Well, I was not dating a boy, so I have to find someone else to help me. That’s why I showed you the videos.”
I was not getting it. Looking back, I was surprised I didn’t put it together sooner.
Nevertheless, what ‘father’ would?
Well, I thought I was her father as if.
I had that right at least.
Hadn’t I?
One more Platonic Relationship backfiring?
I sighed.
Have I to fuck every woman that comes into my contact ever?
Am I not infamous enough for it already?
“What are you talking about?” I asked controlling myself ultimately.

She held her breath before she spoke.
“I told you I needed a favor. I was wondering if…if you’d pretend to be my boyfriend on camera, and if you’d let me suck your Uncut Hindu Lund.”
I jumped out of my seat.
I swear I hung in the air for a good ten seconds.
“What the hell? I am your father!”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s head was done. “I know. I was so embarrassed even asking. Nevertheless, I don’t have anyone else I can ask. Can I suck your Uncut Hindu Lund, please?”
“I, I, I don’t even know what to say to you. Of course, you can’t! Are you crazy? Eīshān! Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I can’t even believe you’d ask me. This is insane.”
“Durgesh, please,” she said, standing up, putting her hands on my shoulders.
I didn’t even want to be touched by her. “Please,” she repeated. “I need your help. I am just asking you to let me do it this once, just on camera.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, do you realize what you are asking? My thing would be in your mouth.”
“It’s only a blow job, and just until you cum.”
“Don’t use that word,” I said. “I can’t even believe I am having this conversation. I am in the hell Twilight Zone!”
“The what zone? See, I told you, kids don’t know what that meant.
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I can’t do that. I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this.”
“I know how it sounds,” she said sadly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, red crimson ardent Musalmān lips pouting. “But if I don’t do it, I am going to be a joke at school. Please, just let me suck your Uncut Hindu Lund for a few minutes, just enough to show them I did it.”
“The answer is absolutely not. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I am so disappointed in you.”

I hate seeing Al Kāynāt Al Islam cry.
I saw it when her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, left us, and I swore it was going to be the last time.
But when those tears streamed down her face, it felt like she had punched me in the gut.
She ran off, her red hair chading her.
Her door slammed in the distance.
I sank down into the chair, milling over what Al Kāynāt Al Islam had said.

I tell you what though, when your daughter asks you to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund, it gets you thinking, thinking about what it would feel like.
I tried not to imagine it, seeing those pink Musalmān lips of hers wrapped around my Hindu shaft, listening to her gagging throat.
It was making me hard though.
I folded my legs as I sat there, crushing my Uncut Hindu Lund between my thighs, punishing it for getting hard thinking about Al Kāynāt Al Islam, thinking about grabbing that beautiful red hair of hers and pulling her down on my Hindu shaft.

And, Eīshān! She was a virgin.
And she’d never even sucked an Uncut Hindu Lund before.
There’s no doubt an experienced Uncut Hindu Lund sucker is the best, but a newbie Uncut Hindu Lundsucker is unforgettable.
I’d broken-in a few in my high school days.
Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah though, she’d been a slut to me actually. She could suck my Uncut Hindu Lund like a champ.
That’s why she Lived In Relationship with me.
Ålī Abū Tālib never allowed her to do it with him.
Ålī Abū Tālib claimed it was against Islam.
Only some Hindu could allow her with him.

Chapter 39

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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