AHAL-AL BAYT-48

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

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Chapter 48

Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī

That night, when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī came home from work, I offered to give her shoulder massage.
It seemed harmless enough.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled, said ‘Yes’ and sat at the foot of the couch.
I sat behind her on the couch and rubbed her shoulders.
Her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Wow, you’re good,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said. “Who taught you this? A multi zillionaire is so expert in massage? None can believe it. Who taught?”
“No one,” I said.
“Sure,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said. “Like no one told you how to French kiss.”
I only smiled.
The deeper I rubbed, the more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moaned, and the more her shoulders went limp.
“It would be a whole lot easier if you took your blouse off,” I said, surprising her by how bold I sounded.

I expected she’d refuse me politely, but I was awestruck as I noticed her slowly unbuttoning her top.
“No peeking,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said, but I couldn’t help Myself.
How the hell could I?
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was down to her bra and from my vantage point on the couch I could watch down her deep cleft cleavage.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moaned louder and just when I thought she’d turn around and kiss me she put her blouse back on, and ran upstairs.
I was befuddled.
What had I done wrong?

Upstairs, in her room, leaning against the door, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī sighed.
Another minute alone with Durgesh downstairs and who knows what would have happened.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī didn’t trust herself around me anymore.
There was a knock at the door.

“Is everything all right,” I said through the door.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened.
“Durgesh, you’re not a little boy yourself. You can’t go around kissing and massaging me. There need to be some rules.”

“Fine. What kind of rules?” I smiled, pretending to take it lightly.

“First, no more kissing on the mouth.”

“Ok? Anything else?”

“And no more peeking at me.”

I grinned.
“Hell, I can’t make any promises.”

“You will and you will keep to them. Otherwise, I won’t let you do this,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said and she put my hand against her breast.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Do you like how it feels?”

I nodded.
“Who the damn fool wouldn’t?”

“Good, so does Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.” She said wickedly, “You can use your both hands even, if you want.”
Why the hell I didn’t want it to do?
Was I such a damn fool?
Never.
That was what I wanted to do right from the beginning when I proposed to massage her.
A multi zillionaire doesn’t need to learn to massage Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?
The multi zillionaire must certainly be crazy.*

Without any hesitation whatsoever, I started in with both my hands fondling and groping Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s heavy Musalmān tits.
She’d be lying if Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī didn’t like too, but she never let on that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī did.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī closed her eyes and tried to pretend it wasn’t I touching her breasts.

“OK that’s enough,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.

Touching her breasts had given me a huge hard on.
I went to the bedroom to take care of it.
Usually, I just fucked one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends.
They were themselves ravenous to fuck me.
I did the same today too.

After fucking her three extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends one by one, I went downstairs to have dinner with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.

All day Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī could feel my Hindu palms on her ardent Musalmān breasts.
They felt good and strong.
Her nipples had hardened and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moistened.
Just rubbing her areolas was enough to get her going.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī didn’t know how to handle the situation at home.
I was walking around the house with a nine-inch Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī kept repeating that to herself.
Nine inches.
Wow how that must feel.
I also had a healthy fixation on her.
While other men were going out on dates, I was staying at home with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
But who could blame me really.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was better looking and had a better body than most of her girlfriends and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was experienced too.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had done it all.
And there wasn’t anything Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī wasn’t averse to.
Even experimenting with me.

When she got home, I was sitting on the couch as I always was, waiting for her.
I didn’t get up to kiss or hug her.
I was keeping my promise.
But Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt disappointed and crest fallen that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī wasn’t receiving her normal dose of affection.

“Hi Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”

“Hi Durgesh.”

“How was work?”

“It was OK. How was your day?”

“The same.”

“Good,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said and went up to her room to change out of her work clothes.
Usually she just put on a pair of old sweats and a sweatshirt but tonight Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was feeling different.
She put on a black lace negligee that hugged her heavy Musalmān buttocks and was low cut.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was about to leave her room when she realized Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was still wearing underwear.
What the heck Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought, slid them off and went downstairs to be with me.

My eyes lit up as soon as I saw her but I knew better than to make a comment.
It could get me awkward.
Nevertheless I said it anyway.
“You look nice,”
“Thank you.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī sat down beside me.
I tuckered my legs beneath her.
“What are you watching?” She asked.

“Bājīrāo Mastānī.”
“That’s good. See any pretty girls today.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Oh sure, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!”
“I’m just teasing. I was just hoping you might ask someone out.”
“I don’t like Just Eighteen Just Adult girls,” I said.
“And why not?”
“Because they’re dumb. They’re dumb and they’re ugly.”
“Well that’s not very nice. Your Salhaj, your sister in law, too was a Just Eighteen Just Adult girl once, you know.”
“Yeah, I wish I were with you then.”
She blushed.
It was her fault Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had directed the conversation there.
So she got up and went to the kitchen and helped herself to a glass of chardonnay.
“Want anything?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
“Oh sure, some juice, whatsoever,” I said.
She poured me a glass too.
I didn’t know Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was drinking wine.
I was surprised when she brought two glasses on a tray.
“Cheers,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
“Cheers.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had a sip.
“You know I found the panties my friends and you soiled.”
“What panties?”
“Please I don’t insult my intelligence. If you’re going to use my underwear, just let me know and I’ll let you know. I don’t see any harm in that.”
I smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean it’s just fabric, right.”
“But it’s been against you.”
“And inside,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī corrected me.
In fact her thong sometimes slid up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips and up her ever gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī would have to pull it out.
That only made it sound hotter to me.
“That doesn’t bother you.”
“No,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said. “I’d rather you be doing that stuff safe at home and Allah Samīůn Kħabīrun knows where with whom, catching some horrible disease. At least I know I’m clean.”
In body, at least Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought.
In mind was another matter.
She noticed how I was staring at her full breasts which were almost hanging out of her negligee.
“Do you want to touch them?”
I smiled and nodded.
“OK. But be careful.”
I kneaded them through the silky material, feeling every inch of them.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī betrayed herself and let out a moan.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her head back, closed her eyes and told me to stroke her areolas.
I did so.
Instantly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten and come closer to orgasm.
Her face flushed and her breathing became shallow.
“Are you all right, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī?”
“I’m fine,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
When she got up to take away the empty glasses, I noticed a wet spot on the couch where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was sitting.
I smiled.
I had successfully made her cum.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had given me the green light to use her panties to clean with after fucking her ladies friends, I had become increasingly brazen and would go into her bedroom and bathroom when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī wasn’t there and whenever I felt horny.
I would cum into her soiled panties but one time I decided to use a fresh new pair.
I dug into her drawer and found one I liked, a lace French cut one, and fucked into it.
When I was done, I couldn’t decide whether to put it in the dirty clothes hamper or put it back in the drawer.
I chose the latter.

When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was getting ready for work that morning, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her underwear drawer and noticed one of them wasn’t folded correctly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī took it out and found my fresh Hindu semen stains on it with the juices of her ladies friends.
She brought it to her nose and mouth and smelled and tasted it.
It was nice.
I tasted just immensely.
Throwing caution to the wind, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threaded her legs through the panties and slid them up so that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaking in my Hindu juices.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about me all day at work.
She realized Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had been too harsh with me.
After all, I was only a horny Hindu man.
And the more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of me the more her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot got wet.
When she got home, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī found me as I always was on the couch.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī sat down next to me.
“Listen. I realized I’ve been a little too hard on you.”
I listened.
“I guess there’s no harm in giving your Salhaj, your sister in law, a kiss or a massage every once in a while, as long as we don’t make a habit of it. What do think?”
“I think that’s great.”
“Good. It’s settled then. Give your Salhaj, your sister in law, a hug.”
I wrapped her in my arms, pulled her close and breathed in her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān scent.
I had missed her so much.
Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.
Surprised at first, she resisted me, then gave in, kissing me back.
Soon we were making out on the couch.
I was running my hands all over her body.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt the Hindu bulge in my pants with awe and rubbed it.
The more she rubbed the more I moaned until finally I grunted and sighed with relief.
I went flaccid.
I had creamed her mouth inside.
“Are you O.K.?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
I nodded.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and clean yourself up and I’ll get dinner ready. Sound good?”
“Yes.”
I went upstairs to change my underwear and pants which I had soaked through and through. Meanwhile, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī started to sob in the kitchen, angry with herself for crossing the line with me. I saw her crying and went to hug her.
“I’m sorry Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. If you regret it, I won’t do that again.”
“It’s not your fault,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said in between tears. “It’s me. I can’t trust myself around you. I’m afraid I’ll make a horrible mistake.”
“What kind of mistake?”
“You know,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said. “Sex.”
I smiled.
“But Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, I love you. That wouldn’t be a horrible mistake. It would be a beautiful thing.”

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī stopped crying.
“You think so?”
I nodded and helped her off the kitchen floor.
“I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and I would be honored if I could ever be with you.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī laughed.
“Stop sweet talking to your Salhaj, your sister in law. It’s bad enough that I let you cum in my panties.”
I stared at her.
“What are you staring at?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
“You. At how gorgeous you are.”
And I kissed her on the lips without reservation.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī responded in kind, throwing her arms around my neck.
I picked her up in my arms and started to carry her up the stairs.
“Where are you taking me?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī said.
“To the bedroom.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī didn’t resist.
“You know. Once we go there, there’s no turning back.”
I nodded. “I know. Who the hell wants to turn back?”

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī swooned and let her manly Hindu Piyā carry up to the marital bed.
I laid her down and started to undress her, kissing every inch of her body.
For Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, this was heaven.
No man had ever paid her this much attention.
I was truly devoted to her.
As we lay in bed, touching and kissing, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī could feel my Hindu hard-on pressing against her.
She reached for my zipper, opened it and my Uncut Hindu Lund sprang free from its confines.
It was every bit as big as she remembered it and I moaned as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī stroked me.
“Should I put a condom on?” I asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī shook her head.
“I want to feel you inside me. All of you.”
I smiled.
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī finished undressing me and herself and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī straddled me on the bed.
Suddenly, I was looking up at my gorgeous Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and her heavy Musalmān tits swinging in my face.
She reached behind her and guided my Uncut Hindu Lund head into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She gasped as I entered her, all nine inches of myself.

Chapter 49

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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


AHAL-AL BAYT-42

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

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Chapter 42

Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī
Muħammad

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad

All day at work, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī tried to banish images of my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mind.
The more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī fought it, the more clearly she could see my long, hard Uncut Hindu Shaft with the shiny purple mushroom tip and the tight balls perfectly in place.
Is Durgesh really sixty four?
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī can’t believe it.
Allah, how she hated this man.
His entire life is nothing except his ever dirty, ever nāpāk, Uncut Hindu Lund in extremely tāhirāt, extremely muqaddas, muqaddastarīn, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
And his Musalmān friends!
She understood them perfectly too.
They deliberately make Durgesh their friend.
It was the excuse they used to bring Durgesh to their homes and introduce their beautiful Musalmān wives to him so that they could get rid of their perfectly loyal and faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Are they really Musalmīn?
Bloody munāfiqīn!
They deliberately keep their ever tāhirāt, ever muqaddasāt, ever sacred Musalmān wives, hungry for sex under this or that pretext.
Then they make friendship with Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu that has so unashamedly established his Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
The bloody munāfiqīn know very well that if their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are kept hungry for sex deliberately, and they meet Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, however hard their Musalmān wives fight to keep their Musalmān husband’s trust, Durgesh is infinitely expert in making them to surrender to his infinite dirty sexual Hindu lust for them.
Once Durgesh succeeds, and Durgesh never failed, not even a single time, the bloody munāfiqīn divorce their otherwise perfectly loyal Musalmān wives and marry another fresh Musalmān Beauties.
Allah, isn’t it a vicious circle the entire Muslimahs are facing every now and then?*
After breakfast, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had gone into the bathroom without knocking and seen Durgesh fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, on the shower stall.
“Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!” Al Taqaddus Al Islam shouted, but it was too late; Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had already seen us.
Actually All of Durgesh.

Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had no idea Durgesh, 64 and a senior, was as hung as he was.
He was as big if not bigger than most men she had seen in the porn movies.
Yes, Muħammad could not satisfy Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
It was a blunder to marry Muħammad, even after his so grand an exposure, in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, by his then wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Someone else could have committed suicide.
But not Muħammad.
On the contrary, Muħammad’s friendship with Durgesh had more deepened instead.
Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded.
How the hell someone could be as shameless as Muħammad was.
“Why?” Muħammad argued furiously, “whatsoever was done, it was done by my then ever sex hungry wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. She used Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund as an excuse. Durgesh was used by my then ever cunning wife. What Durgesh has done? He even resisted, but…”
Everyone was dumbfounded hearing Muħammad’s such utmost absurd excuses.
Yet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī married Muħammad.
She needed an ever competent manager for her Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī Multi National Group of Companies.
She was a trillionaire.

What scared her most was that each time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of it, she could feel a tingle in her loins and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten.
When she got home late that day, she was surprised to find that her panties were drenched.
Allah, no Hindu please.
Not Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw them in the hamper and slid on a new pair.

I myself couldn’t stop thinking of Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Everything she did around me was sexualized now.
She could be watching the internet or TV, still it made me hard.
The outfits she wore made me hard; the way she chastely, honorably kissed my cheek or forehead, as I was her Nandoī, her brother in law after all, made me hard.
The scent of her in the bathroom after Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had used it made me hard.
The sight of her folded undies on her bed made me hard.
It was a torture living in that house with her, having a semi-permanent hard on around her.
Finally I confided in a friend about the feelings he was having about Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
“Is that all?” the friend smiled.
“You don’t think that’s weird?” I looked at her.
“Please,” the beautiful Musalmān lady said. “If you think that’s hot, listen to this. Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī lets me use her underwear to finger me in. Once she even helped me, so long as I promised not to tell my parents.”
“What do you mean ‘helped you’?”
“I mean, she fingered me off with her own hand!”
Durgesh smiled fucking her.
“How was it?”
“How was it? Are you kidding me, it was amazing. I don’t know where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī learned it, but she knows how finger me off better than I do myself.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Hell no. She even said that she’d rather I be doing this stuff at home with her, than Allah målūm, God knows, where with whom catching some horrible disease.”
“Gee, that makes sense,” I said. “I had never though of it that way before. It’s safer.”
“Yeah,” the extremely beautiful Musalmān lady grinned, constricting her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Lund. “It’s safer and it sure as hell is hotter. I don’t have to waste my time dating anyone except you, Durgesh darling, and taking them out to dinner. All I have to do is knock on Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s door, butter her up and let things happen.”
“How do you butter her up?” I smiled.
“You know. All I have to do is tell her how much I love her and hug her and give her kisses and tell her how beautiful she is. It never fails.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yup, once you find out she wants it as much as you do, it is.”*

She marched inside extremely excited.
“Ammī, do you know that Durgesh has a huge penis?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad almost spit out the tea she was drinking.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sat down next to me at the kitchen table.
“What?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sputtered.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was grinning.
“Yeah. Durgesh just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad frowned.
“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, that’s your phūphājī you’re talking about.”
“I know, but the size of that thing. Ammī, you can’t believe it. Have you seen it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! Of course I haven’t seen it.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said bitterly, “I wasn’t there in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, when your Abbū’s now former wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, shamelessly exhibited it to your Abbū and the rest of everyone present there.”
“It’s really something to be put in Exhibition, Ammī.”
“Nonsense.”
“Lighten up, Ammī. Is Abbū big?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Is he?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad insisted mischievously.
“Um, I think Muħammad is pretty average, not so smallest as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say and the media is repeating constantly being bribed by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah constantly to justify herself. I don’t know.”
“Durgesh must get it from his side of the family then.”
He doesAl Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was instantly reminded of the time she’d caught Durgesh fucking her friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, when Al Taqaddus Al Islam had come to visit her.
She watched Durgesh and Al Taqaddus Al Islam fucking passionately shamelessly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew, her friends fuck Durgesh.
That was the real reason they were her friends.
Durgesh’s penis appeared to her as if it was a foot long.
“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still thinking about her phūphājī, Durgesh.
Allah, how crazy we Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sighed.
It was really unique and legendary.
Late that night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed.
She opened her bedroom door a crack and saw Al Fātimah Al Muħammad near Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Um, just going to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s that way,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said pointing the opposite way.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“What were you really doing?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad for a Moment . “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”
“See what?”
In the dim light, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her grin.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, no! He’s your phūphājī!”
“I just want to see it, Ammī. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”
She walked back to Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!”
She looked back at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and then opened my door and went in.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly followed.

I was lying on my back, my comforter covering most of his lower half.
From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of my bare butt, and one time my balls — which, now that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought about it were pretty big — Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew Durgesh slept naked.
Well, the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, she smiled mischievously.
Actually it was the other way round.
The ever horny beautiful Muslimāt fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t fuck them.
Why otherwise Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to run her ever utmost infamous Seven Movements?

The street lights illuminated Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.
“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t say that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew he wasn’t.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”
Why the hell she isn’t stopping her daughter strictly?
Why taking it so softly?
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad is an ever insistent ever persistent young lady.
Any strict behaviour with her will produce exactly the opposite result.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad scoffed.
“Durgesh ? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he? He fucks his Musalmān yalāyalīs 24x7x365. That’s why he is so tired that …”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slowly lifted the comforter off me, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her eyes grew wide.
“Allah! Holy shit!”
She moved the comforter so that I was full exposed.
Allah! Good God, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Durgesh does really have a huge penis.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, beaming.
“Look at the size of this thing, Ammī! And it’s not even hard!”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was startled at her daughter’s boldness.
Allah!
Yā Allah!
My Uncut Hindu Lund was at least six inches long and probably five around.
It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless.
It was the first penis even Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad ‘d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad a little, she could feel her own panties start to moisten.
“How big do you think this monster will get?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”
“Alright.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund for another Moment, reluctantly covered me up again and followed her Ammī out of the room.
“Did you see the size of that thing, Ammī? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched her daughter go back to her room, worriedly.
By the time she herself got back into bed, her own pussy was soaked.
Allah!
How could she blame her daughter?*

When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī got home that day, I met her at the door and hugged and kissed her.
She was overwhelmed.
“Wow, what do I owe this for, my Hindu Nandoī, the ever infamous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she said, smiling and teasing me.
I smiled too. “I don’t know. Just for being such a great Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”
“How many wives your ‘sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam’ (?) has? Breaking the record of the original Muħammad Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam? Kambakħt every so called Musalmān, named Muħammad, thinks he himself is Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.”
I hadn’t released new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, still, from my embrace.
My right Hindu palm was still on her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising between her legs.
She looked into my eyes and enjoyed my erection mischievously, between her legs.
“What about the Kħadījahs? Aren’t they themselves countless too?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes too, “And don’t they too think they are Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid razī Allahu tålā ånahā themselves?”
She smiled and changed the subject prudently.
“Ahhh,” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī cooed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hugged me back. “If you keep this up, you’ll get that my Nanads, my sisters in law jealous of me too.”

But I didn’t care what her Nanads think anymore; I wanted her, my own Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Dinner was a quiet affair, candle lit with a lot of shy glances shot across the table.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on a date of sorts.
Allah, date with Durgesh?
She must be crazy.
Only because he has played somewhat with her buttocks, and consequently hardened somewhat between her legs, she thinks he wants her too?
Nonsense.
Isn’t she being somewhat over confident now?
“Listen,” she said. “I’m sorry I barged in on you this morning.”
I smiled it off. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, right? Moreover, you are most welcome whenever you want to see it again.”

“Shut up. Your sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam will murder me.” she smiled, although it was something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hadn’t seen before.
I was hung like a horse.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hesitated, then said, she couldn’t hold back anymore, she said, “How long has it been like that? I mean,” she said, “how long have you been,” she gulped, “hardening on me?”
I was matter of fact suddenly.
I looked at her.
“I guess since last year. It grew a lot that year, on you.”
“I can see that,” she said, regretting it immediately. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. Chill out. I am not offering a baby, my baby to you. It’s natural physical reaction of our bodies, you know. What do you think, I am not aware of the fact that if I harden on you, you wet on me too?”
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s the limit, shut up.” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt embarrassed. She looked at me complaining,
“We may have our own natural physical reactions, we can’t help it. But please, let it go at that.”
Okay.” I smiled, “Now why don’t you draw yourself a bath and relax?”
“That’s very nice of you, to suggest it.” she said, getting up. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”

I’m a real horny toad, my darling, was what I thought.

Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī went upstairs to the bathroom.
She plugged the drain in the tub, ran some hot water, lit some candles and started to undress.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her dirty clothes into the hamper slid herself into the hot bath.
She let herself soak.
Soon her hand found her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and she started to think of My Uncut Hindu Lund.

In the morning, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, was still wearing her bathrobe.
I went to her and hugged her.
“Easy there, mister,” she said, pushing me away.
I hadn’t realized I had morning wood, and it was pressing it up against Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She pretended to be shocked but deep down she liked how hard and big it felt against her tummy.
Yes, she too gets wet on Durgesh whenever Durgesh’s ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund touches her between her legs.
So what?
If Durgesh has a right to harden on her, why similarly she herself doesn’t have a right to wet on Durgesh?
They aren’t brother and sister.
They are brother in law and sister in law.
In law, Not actually.
“Now,” she said, “what do you want for breakfast?”
Later that day, when Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, came home from work, I put my plan into action.
I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
“Awwwe, why thank you honey.”
And then I hugged her and kissed her, which was she was fine with until I tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, Durgesh? I’m your Salhaj, your sister in law,. Not some hussy you met at a bar.”
“Well, I think I took some more liberty erroneously, than you are ready to give me. I’m sorry,” I said gravely.
“Okay. It’s alright if you say so. Will you be kind enough to leave me alone for a moment?”
“Oh, sure, why not?”
I smiled and moved to my room.
After a few moments, I heard a knock at the door.
It was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had come to apologize to me.
She said,
“I’m sorry I blew up at you. I guess it’s been hard on us. It was your natural physical reaction. What a kiss when you already harden between my legs and I wet on your Hindu erection usually. Let’s kiss and make up.”
So, it was this?
She had regretted immediately that she hadn’t allowed me to kiss on her mouth.
This time, she wasn’t taking any chances?
I hugged and gave her just a peck on the cheek.
Somehow this felt unsatisfying to both me and Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.

She drew tiny circles on the back of my hand and smiled,
“I guess it’s O.K. if you kiss me on the mouth every now and then. But don’t make it a habit, O.K.? Will it do?”
“O.K.,” I smiled too.
“So what are you waiting for then?”
I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī on her extremely beautiful red crimson lips.
It was a dry and chaste kiss until Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her mouth and kissed me back.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth too and soon we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
I felt my mind drift and forgot completely that the person I was kissing was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, not my own wife.
She stopped.
“That was my fault,” she said. “I got carried away.”
She bit down on her lower lip, walked away and shut herself in her bedroom.
She couldn’t believe Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had just French kissed e.
It wasn’t sin, gunāh, yet, but it wasn’t far either.
She went to bed, determined not to let her desires get the better of her.*
The next morning she was standing in the kitchen when I came in.
I kissed her good morning on the cheek.
She kissed me back, then thought, what the hell, and pulled me close and planted one on my lips.
My mind was spinning.
As I stood there in the kitchen French kissing Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, fell to her buttocks and this I could hear made Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moan.
Nevertheless she pulled up my hands so they were back at her waist.
“You shouldn’t do that to your Salhaj, your sister in law, at least when we kiss.” she said afterward. “Kissing me is one thing; groping me at the same time, is another.”
I smiled.
“I promise I won’t rape you.”
She laughed,
“I’m afraid I thought you were going to.”
“Never,” I looked into her eyes gravely, “yes, I was about to make love to you. But it was only a suggestion. If you turn it down, you have every damn right to do so. No hard feelings from me on that. Is it alright with you?”
new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled at me,
“Sure, sorry I turned you down.”
“It’s all right. It’s a woman’s right to choose who may enter her and who can’t.”
I told my friend about my make out session with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and my friend patted me on the shoulder.
“She’ll be yours in no time. Just make sure you don’t cum too early.”
Easier said than done, I thought, especially considering how hot Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was.

At work, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about the scene in the kitchen with me and how my hands had instinctively reached for her ass.
Yet, it was natural.
Wasn’t it?
She had herself dreamed of me, when kissing her, always grabbing for her behind.
This made her smile.
Secretly, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had liked it and it had made her moan but she didn’t want to give me the idea.
I was her Nandoī, her brother in law and she was my Salhaj, my sister in law.
In Hinduism it wasn’t any sin for me to fuck my Musalmān Salhajs.
Lord Bhagvān Vishñu had made love to his Salhajs, his sisters in law, Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
But in Islam, it was a sin, a gunāh.

Chapter 43
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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