The Durgesh Obsession: 7

The Durgesh Obsession

Durgesh

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Al Yāsīn Al Furqān
Durgesh Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr
Durgesh Al Taqaddus Al Islam

Al Yāsīn Al Furqān smiled eloquently.
“Do you really think you are not breaking your ever sincere Musalmān friends’ home?”
“What do you mean?”

Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr watched Al Yāsīn Al Furqān gravely.
“I think I should divorce Muħammad Nasīr.”
Al Yāsīn Al Furqān laughed.
“Only because you want to fuck Durgesh and your husband, Muħammad Nasīr is Durgesh’s ever sincere ever faithful friend?”
Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr said scornfully.
“The Hindu scoundrel not only calls me ‘Bhābhījān’, he thinks I’m really his Bhābhījān as well.”
“And you don’t like it?” Al Yāsīn Al Furqān smiled significantly teasing her friend.
“Durgesh has something in his personality that impels every beautiful Musalmān houselady to fuck him.”
“I agree with you.” Al Ůzrah Al Raħīm seconded Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr, “My Bhābhījān Al Jawériyah Al Kħālid grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund shamelessly.”
Al Yāsīn Al Furqān smiled.
“Your Bhābhījān, Al Jawériyah Al Kħālid, is not actually after Durgesh. She is after Durgesh’s multi zillions.”
Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr also laughed.
“Al Yāsīn Al Furqān is right, Al Ůzrah Al Raħīm.”
Al Ůzrah Al Raħīm smiled.
“May be. Who claims to be a plaster saint? Maybe I too want his money as well.”
“The bloody slut,” Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr charged Al Ůzrah Al Raħīm laughing sarcastically.
Al Ůzrah Al Raħīm winked at Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr.
“My Bhābhījān Al Jawériyah Al Kħālid is as cunning as she is beautiful. She has already talked with my brother, Al Åbbās Al Raħīm.”
“What????” Al Yāsīn Al Furqān and Al Zakiyah Al Shabbīr both jumped on it.*

I shouted into the quiet house.
“Anybody home?!”
I let the front door close behind me as I dropped my backpack next to my suitcase. “Hello?”

“Durgesh?”

The voice came from behind me was a woman’s and was at the same time strange and familiar.
Turning around, I saw a blonde blur before I was almost bowled over by a person about a head shorter than I was.
I felt slim but strong arms wrap around her chest and smelled a familiar scent of strawberries.
Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān.
There was a great sense of calm that I felt at my friend’s Bhābhījān’s arms around me.
Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān loved me even more than her real devar, her real brother in law, Al Bakr Al Qamar.
Not only Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān, her husband, Asshams Addīn Al Qmar, too loved me more than his own younger brother, Al Bakr Al Qamar.
Al Bakr Al Qamar, my friend, had never appreciated his elder brother’s involvement in Al Fataħ Al Islam.

I had been away from them for a full 8 months without coming their home and didn’t realize how much they missed me until then.
I glanced down to confirm my suspicions and indeed saw a blonde head resting against my chest.
With a smile, I took Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr by the shoulders and pushed her back to examine her.

“See I’ve got a Bhābhījān,” I said with a smile. “But you are waayyyy blonder than she is!”

Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr smiled back and gave her hair a little flip.
“Do you like it, Durgesh?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but was momentarily lost for words.
It wasn’t the hair that struck me dumb, but Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān herself.
When I had left in September, Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr had been growing into understanding my relationship with her husband, still awkwardly trying to find herself in her new family.
She was recently married then.
Yet over the last few months, she had grown into an amazing smart woman.
I had seen pictures from her Wedding Day that had hinted at her extraordinary Musalmān beauty, but to behold her now, I was speechless.

Gone were the braces and glasses with scraggly hair and instead was a perfect smile set against soft, smooth Musalmān skin.
Her now blonde hair fell gracefully onto her shoulders, resting on the blue tank top she wore.
The fabric hugged her excellent Musalmān body, her excellent Musalmān breasts perfectly round and pushing on the straps.
Her beautiful Musalmān legs were bare, her hips and ass tucked into a pair of jean shorts that left little to the imagination.
My breath was taken away as I beheld the young Musalmān woman before me.
Asshams Addīn Al Qmar had divorced his another Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife.
Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān was his new option.
“Bhāījān can’t behave human with any of his wife,” Al Bakr Al Qamar had said miserably, “He is unable to understand he is sixty seven now.”
“Well,” I smiled, “I am myself sixty five yet your own real younger sister, Al Tihārat Attawaħīd, left her far younger Musalmān husband for me. Didn’t she?”
Al Bakr Al Qamar looked at me gravely.
“I’m sorry to disagree with you, Durgesh. I have already said you it’s a quite different matter. That bastard Allahdād never deserved Al Tihārat Attawaħīd.”
“How cruel you are, Al Bakr Al Qamar.” I said dejected, “Allahdād is a marvelous man. Al Tihārat Attawaħīd actually loved me since her childhood even. Allahdād told us that. But we never listened to him. Even I said Al Tihārat Attawaħīd is only twenty eight and I was sixty plus. Al Tihārat Attawaħīd opposed. Yet all of us compelled her virtually to marry Allahdād despite her opposition.”*

Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr asked again.
“Seriously do you like it? I’m starting to feel self-conscious.”

“No!” I said quickly. “It looks great.”

Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr smiled and gave me another big hug.
“I’m glad you’re home. I’ve really missed you.”
As she turned and walked away, I couldn’t help but watch the gentle sway of Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān’s excellent, perfect, firm, round, plump, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as she sauntered off.
I was distracted enough that I stood there for a few minutes after, painfully aware of how hard my Uncut Hindu Lund had gotten looking at Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān.
Eīshāno Vishvvedasah, why did I feel Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān was deliberately seducing me.
Nonsense.
I certainly must be less overconfident.
Every beautiful Musalmān wife that has been divorced by Asshams Addīn Al Qmar Bhāījān, had asked me to live in Relationship with her, without even a single exception, sooner or later.
It has made me quite overconfident.
Nothing else.
Hell, I should try to keep my platonic relationship with her.
Sure, I never succeeded in keeping my platonic relationship with even a single woman except my own Ammī Ħuzūr until now.
Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean I should stop even to try sincerely for it.
I have virtually infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies to satisfy my lust for them.
Haven’t I?

Carrying my bags upstairs, I tossed them onto my bed and made my way back downstairs.
Hearing the TV in the den, I followed the sound to find Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān sprawled on the couch watching some show about housewives of some city.
Pretending not to see her, I went and started to sit on her stomach.

“Hey! Cut it out!” Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān said with a laugh.

“Oh sorry,” I said with mock sincerity. “Didn’t see you there.”

Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān slapped my shoulder and sat up. “Scoundrel.”

“Oh you know it,” I laughed, settling into the couch. “Where are Bhāījān Ammī and Abbū?”
Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān watched me carefully.
She knew her Ammī in law was too herself fucking me despite my protests.
“You still call her ‘Ammī’?” Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān asked incredulously.
“I can’t help it, Bhābhījān,” I said helplessly, “Neither I can accept her, nor reject.”
“You really believe she is suffering from low blood pressure and can’t afford a ‘No’ from you?”
“What do you yourself think?”
“Ammī in law loves to straddle you.” Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān said scornfully, “Abbū never let her straddle himself. She is punishing Abbū in this way openly feigning low blood pressure. Poor Abbū. Your Bhāījān says his Ammī is an over dominant extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī hypocrite Musalmān bitch.”
“I know, I know.” I tried to change her favorite topic, “I asked where the hell they have gone.”

“The Dominican.”

“What?!”

Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān laughed.
“Yeah they didn’t tell you. One of their friends had a deal or something like that so they are on vacation for another week.”

“And they left you alone?”

“I’m 28 now and a married woman, thanks,” Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not a little kid myself.”

I smiled.
“That’s right. I’m sorry. No, you aren’t a little kid.”

Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān rested her head on her ‘devar’s’, her ‘brother’s in law’ shoulder.
“I’ve really missed you. It isn’t the same not having you around the house.”

Almost instinctually, I wrapped my arm around her, resting my palm on the side of her stomach.
I pulled her close to me, feeling the warmth of her excellent Musalmān body as she tucked her beautiful Musalmān legs under her and snuggled even closer into me.
I felt the slow rise and fall of her chest as she lay against me and to me, nothing else in the world Mattered at that moment.
It was great to enjoy a platonic relationship with a woman as understanding as Al Kulsoom Al Zahīr Bhābhījān.*

Her mind wandered frequently.
Often in ways Al Taqaddus Al Islam did not intend, or want.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam did not know if Al Taqaddus Al Islam was unique or not, but on occasion, Al Taqaddus Al Islam found herself thinking about things that society deemed highly inappropriate.
These things involved the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

When Al Taqaddus Al Islam allowed herself to explore inappropriate fantasies, Al Taqaddus Al Islam used do so with the strong belief that those were only fantasies.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam would never actually act upon them.
Further, Al Taqaddus Al Islam was comforted by the belief that in the real world, in which Al Taqaddus Al Islam lived, Al Taqaddus Al Islam knew Al Taqaddus Al Islam would not be tempted to act out any of these perverse desires that haunted her subconscious.
Because Al Taqaddus Al Islam believed, Al Taqaddus Al Islam would never actually be placed in a situation that would allow her to act inappropriately with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu every Musalmān hated so much.
On the other hand, did every Musalmān really?
Coming to think of it gravely, well, perhaps none else except the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, himself, was more popular ever in the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Allah, how the hell these Hindus can manage it always?
Not only Durgesh, now even Narendr Modī is becoming immensely popular among Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She could not believe it.
Not many days ago, they hated Narendr Modī immensely.
They believed Narendr Modī let Hindus rape Muslimāt openly.
In Gujarat, there isn’t any Muslimah that isn’t compelled to have sex with a Hindu, whether she liked it or not.
If her Musalmān mankind come in the way they are punished suitably or even murdered if didn’t yield even then.
They blackened Narendr Modī immensely.
Why?
Because Narendr Modī was their political opponent only?
Shame on the bloody immoral politicians.
And they shamelessly claim they brought Democracy.
Let Allah perish them to hell for ever.

It was an unexpected and unplanned set of events that led her to the most heinous sin, and her demise.
It was an avalanche of emotions associated with her father’s unexpected illness and his imminent death.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam made the unwise decision to drink with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu to alleviate her sense of loss, despite Durgesh himself tried to keep her in her senses and not to surrender to drinking.
It might thrust her into the unusual situation.
And it did.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam was forced to share a hotel room with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
That combined to drive her to cross a line that Al Taqaddus Al Islam never intended to cross.

Al Taqaddus Al Islam never expected or intended to do the things that Al Taqaddus Al Islam did.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam was not proud of what Al Taqaddus Al Islam did at first.
Nevertheless, this is what she did nonetheless.

Al Taqaddus Al Islam was sitting at her desk when Al Taqaddus Al Islam received the call from her stepmother.
Her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, had a stroke.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, was in very serious condition and was not expected to live long.
Lailatul Qadr told her, that if Al Taqaddus Al Islam wanted to see him alive again, Al Taqaddus Al Islam should make haste and get to Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Al Taqaddus Al Islam was numb.
Although, it had been over a year since Al Taqaddus Al Islam had seen Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, Al Taqaddus Al Islam spoke with him at least once a week, often more frequently.
He and Al Taqaddus Al Islam were close.

Of course, objectively speaking, Al Taqaddus Al Islam knew that he was eventually going to die.
They all do.
However, he had been healthy and vibrant the last time Al Taqaddus Al Islam saw him.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam did not expect a call like this for many, many years.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam was in a great shock and really did not know how to respond.

Al Taqaddus Al Islam arranged to pick up Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, at his office and then headed home to pack for the trip.
After all, Durgesh was the man her every sister was living in Relationship with now.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam couldn’t believe it, even now.
First of all, her Ammī, the great Professor of Islam, Al Azān Assalāt, left her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, then one by one her Abbū’s entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies started to join my bed despite every effort from everyone to convince them not to do it.
“Why are you humiliating us Musalmīn, Bājī?” Al Taqaddus Al Islam had pleaded with her elder sister, Al Zakāt Al Islam.
“Do you really care to understand?” Her elder sister, Al Zakāt Al Islam, thundered at her, “You? Didn’t you comment on Ammī immensely irresponsibly? You said she surrendered to her animal sexual needs? I hate you. You forgot even the fact she is your Ammī after all?”

I was a few weeks past my 65th birthday.
Despite her entire complaints even, Al Taqaddus Al Islam and I had been very close since her husband and Al Taqaddus Al Islam separated nearly a decade earlier.
We had a bond and an emotional closeness that is difficult to express in words.

We packed quickly and left our home shortly after lunch for a multi-day journey to see her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, before it was too late.

It was after 1:00 p.m. when Al Taqaddus Al Islam and I headed out of Ved Nagar in her Mercedes on our trek.
Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, and Lailatul Qadr, her stepmother, had retired to Santa Fe years ago and it was quite a trip from Ved Nagar to see them.
Ved Nagar was the strange City, in her opinion, that had on earth spots common with most of the places important.
How the hell Ved Nagar administration managed it ever she never understood.
It would take us three full days of driving.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam and I would share the driving.
I advised her airways, but she refused on the ground that she never felt comfortable in airplane when she isn’t herself.
I had to surrender.
After all, it was her problem, not mine.
I was there only to help her.
After all, despite her every outbursts against her Musalmān houseladies she still wasn’t against me.
Strange!
Al Taqaddus Al Islam never blamed me for it.
She always blamed her Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her Kħālās, her Buās, her Mumānīs, etc.

As we drove, we talked about her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn, her family, and her closeness with me despite everything against there.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam cried sometimes and sometimes laughed.
In her emotionally needy state, Al Taqaddus Al Islam felt even closer to me than usual.
At the time, it did not feel wrong to lean on me the way Al Taqaddus Al Islam did.
In fact, our closeness seemed natural and appropriate.

It was almost 9 p.m. when we pulled off the road for the night outside St. Louis, looking for a place to spend the night.
Since the trip was completely unplanned, we did not have reservations.
We went to three different motels before finding one with vacancies.
A Holiday Inn Express that did not have any rooms with two queen beds, only rooms with single king beds.
Even they didn’t have two separate rooms available, despite we offered extra charge for them.

As Al Taqaddus Al Islam was traveling with me, this presented an awkward situation.
However, we were both exhausted and were far too tired to get back on the road and continue to look for a more suitable sleeping arrangement.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam and I agreed we could share a king size bed tonight under these circumstances.
Al Taqaddus Al Islam bought a bottle of a precious wine from the store in the lobby, thinking that Al Taqaddus Al Islam could use a little help getting to sleep tonight.
I warned her not to have it.
Yet, it was futile entirely.

Chapter 8
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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-44

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

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Chapter 44

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad
Durgesh Al Zaynab Al Jaħas

The soft footfalls upon the basement steps came,
‘Creak… creak… creak…’.
‘Pat… pat… pat…” whispered the quiet sound of bare feet on the concrete floor outside my bedroom.
I was too used to the feminine steps coming to my room that it was absolutely normal for me now.
Most of them, if not all of them, needed me only for one thing, my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
They couldn’t replace it.
They hadn’t another option except to surrender to me if they really want to get it into their ravenous holes.
Allah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad thought, the bloody Hindu scoundrel understands absolutely what the exclusive power control he has in his six inches long Uncut Hindu rod that just doubles when gets into a female sexual organ and even shrinks miraculously to only three inches, if its incredulous length and thickness isn’t needed.
This is the incredible unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund that’s actually ruling the entire Multiverse now through its own Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire.
Incredible?
Yes, but true.
This is the ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund that rules entire womankind and through the entire womankind it rules entire mankind too.
Never before it, anyone has witnessed such an incredible phenomenon.
Using creatively, positively, immensely prudently, constantly, patiently, how a single man can win the entire Multiverse, through his miraculous male sexual organ only, could be seen in Durgesh’s ever incredible life history.
He attributes it to Ved.
Well, there are some persons who believe it, there are some persons who are ever adamant never to believe it.

‘Eee…’ the moan of protesting hinges desperately in need of oil.
Then came the barely heard footfalls upon my bedroom carpet followed by the whisper of clothing hitting the floor.
I knew who it was and why she was in my bedroom.
She wanted to torment me yet again.
Torment.
Me?
I smiled.
Sālī, I love sex.
Come on.
I am a Hindu.
We Hindus gave the Kāmsūtr and Tantr to the Multiverse.
Didn’t we?
You Musalmīn could never understand why Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was never allowed to divorce even anyone of his wives.
You Musalmīn could never understand why no wife of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was ever allowed to remarry whoever the man could be, even after the death of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.
You allowed divorce blindly without understanding it and loosened/destroyed the family bond in this way.
The children of your families either lost their father’s ever progressive care, or their real mother’s ever incomparable love for her children.
The Christians and Jews surrendered ultimately to the feminism and ever shrewd businesspersons that wanted to divide your family more and more so that they could sell their products to more households.
They supported the feminism blindly, because the females come in the family from outside.
Only they could separate their husbands from the rest of the family members.
Only Hindus have given the perfect family system, no one else, because only Hindus had studied sex scientifically , socially and spiritually simultaneously.

I had been home back a little over four weeks and damn near every night or early morning she was sneaking into my bedroom to tease me with her naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

“Are you awake?” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad asked softly.

“Yep,” I replied.

“You need some wd40 for the door hinges,” she said, humor heavy in her voice.

“No, what I need is a lock on my bedroom door,” I told her keeping my eyes closed, naughtily.

“Why would you want to lock your door?” the coyness in her voice was bordering on bitterness.

“Why do you come down here to torment me?” I asked.

“You don’t belong here anymore, you are an extremely communal Hindu and why Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Ummil Mominīn, and Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Rasūlullāh, let you back in the house is still a mystery to me,” there was no hiding the hate now.

“All the charges were dropped and my innocence that I never surrendered to any damn communalism, has been proved beyond any reasonable doubt, you evil bitch!” I smiled at her triumphantly, teasing her.

“Evil Bitch, am I? You don’t even know what an evil is, Durgesh.” I felt her weight on the bed and the sudden chill as the covers were yanked down. “You must get off on evil Musalmān bitches cause your UNCUT HINDU COCK is rock fucking hard!”

I felt her grab my Uncut Hindu Shaft and her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips envelope the tip as she began to suck me off.
I thought over the options, and decided to do nothing.
It wasn’t needed to do anything whatsoever.
Yes, she is powerful.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah supports Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad now.
Even a large number of Musalmīn support Muħammad due to his ever cruel cuckold upbringing, and supports her daughters blindly.
So what?
I would let her do whatever she wanted and let the pieces fall where they may.
“I see you aren’t complaining even with my lips wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, do you want to cum in my ardent Musalmān mouth or in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?” she growled the hate, screaming from her.

But still I remained silent, smiling only victoriously and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to bob her beautiful Musalmān head up and down the entire Hindu length of me.
Soon, her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were touching the very base of my Uncut Hindu Dick without any signs of gagging.
Damn near ten inches down her fucking Musalmān throat and not a whisper of a gag reflex!
I had to admit I was impressed.
Now she was deep-throating me, for all she was worth, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she masturbated.
Why?
Was she ashamed of herself somewhat, in using my Uncut Hindu Lund there, instead of her finger?
I could not believe it.
Her mouth, lips and tongue teased me for a good five minutes or more, before I felt her lift her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head up.
Her body weight shifted again.
I felt what could only be her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips parting around the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“How does your ardent Musalmān female enemy’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips feel? Do you want me to drop down and have you fill me up? HUH? Do YOU!” she was almost shouting now, but she knew, as well as I did her parents couldn’t hear her from the second floor.

And drop she did and I managed to fight back the instinct to moan as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely surrounded my even unconquerable Hindu hardness.
But she moaned and groaned and began to ride me.

“You LOVE my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, you sick the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu FUCK! My tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moving up and down on your ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund! Feel this?” she asked as she squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even tighter around me. “Feel how tight it is?”

I felt her beautiful hands on my Hindu chest as she used it for leverage and began to ride me with long deep movements of her beautiful Musalmān hips.

“Come on ram your Musalmān hips up into me you fucking Musalmān hypocrite! I’m innocent! I spent a year in hatred of your simple hearted nothing evil understanding Musalmān parents, for nothing I did ever! How long has it been since a girl fucked you HUH?”

It took everything I had not to do as she wanted.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt so damn good and a grudge fuck beat no fuck at all.
She lifted up paused and then dropped down impaling herself with a deep guttural growl.

“I bet you think I love fucking your UNCUT HINDU LUND don’t you? I bet you want me to come here every night and suck and fuck you, don’t you? Well I fucking…” but her rant was cut off as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and she nearly fainted.

I felt her grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down forcing me as deepest as I could go inside of her. I heard her panting as she tried to catch her breath moaning softly to herself.*

She looked at me.
“Durgesh, we need to talk,” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said in a curious tone.
It was determined yet nervous.
She didn’t sound angry, yet the fact that she called me herself while she hated me until now so much that she never tolerated even a single opportunity to criticize me ever to the media, scornfully, caught my attention.
“Durgesh, I’m worried about you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, started, alerting me from my wool-gathering.
I was surprised to discover she had pulled out her chair and was sitting down next to me.
I was also surprised to see she had refilled her wine glass. Besides her diminutive size, she wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
This evening after she got home as a treat, and almost an appetizer, she had poured a small glass of sherry for her after dinner.
She had sipped at that as she told me about her day and asking me courteously about how my HVSI Group of Companies is doing.
During dinner she had half a glass of a light chardonnay.
To see her with another glass was unusual.
“I don’t mean for this to be embarrassing or to make you uncomfortable,” she said softly and earnestly.
Then reaching over she took my left hand and held it in her right.
I stared down at our hands together atop the table.
She continued,
“I’m telling you this because I love you and am concerned, Ok?”
I controlled myself from smiling ironically.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas loved me?
She was concerned about me?
Great.
Wasn’t it?
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas was the only wife of Muħammad that always scorned me for what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah did with Muħammad in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.
Her argument was:
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah couldn’t have done that without my pre permission.’
Even Muħammad opposed it.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had smiled ironically on it,
“I know better, Muħammad, why don’t you, most of the Musalmān friends of Durgesh, criticize Durgesh for snatching away your beautiful Musalmān wives and even having sex with your almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
Muħammad squirmed, quite embarrassed.
Yet he didn’t respond to her temptation.
“You are losing nothing. After you have enough sex with your Musalmān wives you don’t give a damn even if some black thief uses your wives, let alone Durgesh. He is million times better in your opinion instead.”
The Assistant Managing Director of Al Zaynab Al Jaħas Group of Companies, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, smiled ironically,
“I want to interrupt, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, if you please let me. They lose interest in us as soon as in our late thirties, if not in our earlier thirties already.”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas smiled,
“That’s right. And thanks for so appropriate an interruption. I have noted however, Durgesh is still ravenously interested in Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī even.”
They want to get rid of us, as soon as their libido starts to crave for someone the ‘fifth.” Al Taqaddus Al Islam said scornfully.
All the ladies present there smiled sarcastically at the males present there.
“That’s the reason, I think, behind the fact that most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies are deserting their Musalmān husbands after their thirty three or thirty four.” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said.
Muħammad was stunned.
The rest of the males were embarrassed.*

Looking up into her wonderfully large dark eyes that showed both love and concern, I nodded my head in understanding.
Then lowering my eyes, my gaze happened to fall on the open collar of her blouse and the delightful sight of her cleavage.
I couldn’t help being enchanted by the fact that I could see hints of her bra through her blouse.

“It’s been over a year. Have you even dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad?”
“I don’t think so, so?” I smiled.
The truth was no, I hadn’t really dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad.
In a year’s time I had asked out Muħammad’s two wives but both dates were duds.
Still I really didn’t think it was a big deal, nor something my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, should be involving herself in.

Al Zaynab Al Jaħas took a sip from her wine before saying,
“I love you and don’t want this be to awkward, embarrassing or uncomfortable…” and she paused. I looked up at her.
“…But I know how you feel about me,” she hurried out in an almost embarrassed voice.
She said it so quickly I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.
I had heard what she had said but could not believe that was what she actually did say.
“Huh?” I responded flummoxed, “What did you say?”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked down at our hands as if embarrassed.
I smiled.
Suddenly I was surprised to feel and see our fingers interlaced.
My ever opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had not only called me on my mobile, she had interlaced her fingers with mine too.
Eīshān!
Eīshān!!

My mind kicked into hyper-gear and a thousand thoughts started racing around my skull.
Does she mean she knows, like really knows?
Or, does she mean she knows I care about her?
Eīshān, God, could she really know that I’m in love with her too?
Should I be cautious?
Should I be alert?
Should I be excited and turned-on?
Because I am.
These thoughts and more, flashed past me.
There was an awkward pause as I didn’t say anything.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked at me with those lovely eyes that expressed concern yet apprehension.
Finally she took another drink of her wine before saying,
“Durgesh, I’m your unresponsive new Musalmān love, Sweetie, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. I know you. Do you think I don’t see how you look at me? Do you think I don’t sense how you truly feel about me? Believe me, despite your being a Hindu, I’m honored that such a handsome ever young man finds me attractive like that, but I’m your zsalhaj, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas……I mean, it’s tempting,”
Her cheeks reddened.
I couldn’t believe what she was saying.
My thoughts and emotions were swinging in opposite directions.
I was immensely grave now.
With her next breath I was chagrined.
Then I was flattered.
And then, I was intrigued.
I was charmed and finally titillated.

Did my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, just say,
“It’s tempting”?
My mind was racing at warp speed as I wondered if my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had thought about us and was curious about it.
Could she be attracted to me as I am to her?
Could she be fascinated by the idea of us being together?
Is she really tempted?
“I know you love me and would never hurt me. I know you would treat me right. You would do everything you can to make me happy but…”
“So, why not, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas?” I nterrupted her, smiling.
I knew I was on the precipice.
I was on the edge of the high dive board; it was either jump or climb down the ladder and never have another chance.
“What do you mean?” My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, almost squeaked.
“You’re the one who says not to care what others say or think. You said it yourself, that you know I love you and would treat you right. I love you. So, why don’t we try it? You know, just try and see how it is.”
“Really?” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, wondered and I could hear in her tone that she wasn’t offended.
Instead she sounded curious.
I had to seal the deal.
Thanks Eīshān.
“Yeah, come here…” I softly ordered and lifting her hand pulled her towards me.
We leaned in to each other and kissed; eyes closed and on the lips!!!
In reality it was a chastise kiss, as a first kiss always is but at the same time it was the greatest kiss ever.
Our lips touched for a short eternity before she leaned back and softly chuckled.
However it wasn’t an insulting laugh but one of bemused embarrassment.
Still when I leaned forward she matched and we kissed again, and again, and again.
On the last kiss our lips lingered, and when she pulled back she softly giggled with pleasure.
“Come here,” I urged as I sat back in my chair.
Pulling on her hand she, with the grace of a nymph, slide across from her seat to sit on my lap.*

On my Hindu lap!
Ultimately.
Muħammad groaned and marched out of there, unable to bear to lose his one more extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to my ever miraculous Hindu male charms.
It was more painful now.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had married Muħammad divorcing her former husband.
Has she decided to divorce her second husband too, Muħammad too?

We exchanged a few more quick kisses and she looped her right arm over my shoulders.
My left hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to me.
We kissed some more and I was in Heaven.
I’d kissed a few girls recently but none were as breathtaking, as kissing My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Her lips seemed to be perfectly matched to mine with the exact combination of warm and softness.
After a few more kisses she twisted, turning even more towards me and rested her left arm over my shoulder encircling us.
As she did, I was astonished to feel her mouth open and then even more astounded to feel her tongue caress my lips.
I knew what to do.*

She whispered low,
“Allah, God, I didn’t expect to actually come,”
“But you did, didn’t you, you evil bitch!” I told her coolly. “Next thing you’ll torture me with is your Musalmān ass… saying is this how the guys in hatred felt…”
“Hmmmm?” I heard her gasp and then fall silent.
“I don’t blame you, I’d be afraid too…” I whispered.
“I am NOT afraid of you or your UNCUT HINDU LUND!” she hollered.
I felt her lift her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and then shift her body weight just a little, and just as I taunted her with her tightly puckered Musalmān asshole was pressing down over the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad was making little gasping sounds and slowly but oh so surely her Musalmān anus opened to the wide head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and inch by inch she moved down until… ‘POP’ the head slipped in.
She was panting again but this time in a different type of exertion.
Once she had acclimated to the head inside of her she dropped down letting the Uncut Hindu Shaft follow after.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Dick was buried as deepest as it could go inside of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and to my utter astonishment she was purring.
After a full minute Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to lift and drop again but only a little at first.
“So full…” she whispered, “…my ever smart Musalmān ass is so fucking full of your Uncut Hindu Lund, Hindu scoundrel.”
She rode me slowly but I noticed she was lifting higher and higher now taking more of me with each motion.
Evil Bitch was soon riding the full length of me panting and moaning as her fingers diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
“Open your eyes and see your filthy nāpāk UNCUT HINDU LUND deepest in my extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies,? Is it as tight as the other beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she moaned and shook with pleasure.
“Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad,” I said opening my eyes and taking in the entire scene of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass impaled on my Uncut Hindu Dick. “I never had sex with your younger sisters and cousins, neither ever with your beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They reported you wrong. But you never believed me. Why should you? They are your own and I am only a communal Hindu in your damned opinion. I just wanted you to violate yourself like the spiteful bitch you are.”
Her expression was priceless as she began to rant and rave and then she tried to lift off of my Uncut Hindu Lund but I gave her what she wanted then I thrust my hips upward impaling her once more.
She stopped dead in her tracks as I grabbed her by her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and began to thrust up into her tight Musalmān ass again and again.
“UHHHHH…” she moaned. “Stop… NO… not my Musalmān ass!”
“You wanted me to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, is that it?” I asked her as I continued to fuck her.
“YES…”
“You wanted to be in control, didn’t you?”
“YESS…”
“But you didn’t expect liking getting ass fucked did you?”
“NO…”
“Do you want me to cum in your Musalmān ass, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad?”
“YESSS…”
“How do they ask politely,” saying it just the way her ardent, orthodox, Musalmān parents would have.
“P… please cum in my tremendously gorgeous, ever shrewdest, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass!!!”
“If I am going to do that, you need to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck your extremely attractive ardent Musalmān ass,” I gave her my ultimatum.

Chapter 45
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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

Previous Chapters

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