KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 14

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Durgesh

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Chapter 14

Durgesh Al Tawħīd Al Islam

Durgesh Al Furqān Al Wahāb

When Al Tawħīd Al Islam was ten years old her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, cheated on her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, and ended up leaving him for her Hindu lover, Durgesh.

Her parents hated the sight of each other so they split the kids up.

Her brother Raħmān went with her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, as he emigrated to New Zealand, and Al Tawħīd Al Islam moved to Durgesh’s farm with her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb,.

With her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, in a different hemisphere, Al Tawħīd Al Islam grew very much attached to Durgesh.

I became her replacement Abbū.

I sat with Al Tawħīd Al Islam at night, trying to figure out her homework with Al Tawħīd Al Islam, helping her revise for exams, and listening to all her teenage worries.

I drove her around town to her friends, to her hobbies and to University dances.

I taught Al Tawħīd Al Islam to drive and I comforted her when her first boyfriend dumped Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

I couldn’t have been closer to him if I’d been her real Abbū.

Six months before her 18th birthday her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, started acting strangely.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam used to hear the sounds from her and my bedroom at night and she kind of knew what we were up to, even though Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t know all the details of it.

But those sounds had been getting rarer and rarer and all of a sudden she started working late.

She got promoted at work and started attending conventions and tradeshows.

These trips were invariably followed by arguments between her and me and after a while all she’d hear from us at night was shouting.

I accused her of never being there or being interested in me.

She accused me of being a Hindu  and she was a fool to leave her Musalmān husband for me.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s 18th birthday was a particularly bad day.

We always went to the steakhouse down by the river for her birthday.

As usual, I had booked a table for 7 p.m. By 7.30.

There was still no sign of her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, so I ordered Al Tawħīd Al Islam  out to the truck and we drove to the steakhouse in silence.

It was an awkward evening.

I tried to sound happy and cheerful for her benefit.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  tried to pretend that her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb’s absence wasn’t such a big deal.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  had a lot to drink and she needed the waitresses to help her get her into the truck so that I could drive her home.

Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, didn’t get home until 1 a.m. and the next morning she had some feeble excuse about there being a sales meeting and then everybody went out for a drink and she couldn’t just leave and go home.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam and I looked at each other in disgust.

We didn’t recognise her anymore and neither one of us was happy.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was so afraid of what the future held.

She knew how dangerous I was really if I decide to be.

Al Furqān Al Wahāb would end to my slavery even, if I decided to punish her.

“No.” I smiled, “I won’t do any harm to you, Al Furqān Al Wahāb. You left Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās because it was gour own decision. If you want to return to him, it’d be again your own decision.”

“Shame on you, Ammī.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam wept helplessly.

“You can’t understand, honey.” Al Furqān Al Wahāb said smiling ironically, “Durgesh’s infinite money and sex prowess had blinded me absolutely. I couldn’t see there was a hereafter too.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was 3 months from finishing University and then Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t know what to do next.

I had been talking about opening a shop to sell my own produce, local crafts and the products from my workshop.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam’d approached me about running the shop for me.

But with the way things were looking between me and her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t think we’d still be Live in Relationship Partner by then.

At that moment Al Tawħīd Al Islam  hated her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, more than she had ever hated anyone before.

But that was all about to change.

One night, her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, was away on another one of her conferences, we had a terrible storm.

It brought down the electricity and I shook Al Tawħīd Al Islam  awake 40 minutes before University started.

She ran to the bathroom and had a quick shower.

She forgot to pick up any clothes on her way.

When Al Tawħīd Al Islam was done she covered herself in a towel to run back to her bedroom to get dressed.

She opened the bathroom door and ran straight into me.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam dropped the towel and we just stood there.

It must have been half a minute as my eyes travelled down from her flushed face, past her firm C-cup tits, past her flat tummy and to her trimmed triangle of blonde hair at the top of her thighs.

I then bent down and picked up the towel and handed it to Al Tawħīd Al Islam  without a word.

For the rest of the day, that was all Al Tawħīd Al Islam  could think about.

She nearly failed a quiz in English class as her mind was on how I felt as I slowly took in the sight of her naked young adult female Musalmān body.

She almost didn’t take any lunch as Al Tawħīd Al Islam was too preoccupied with the wonderful new feeling of tingling in her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her nipples were constantly erect in her bra as Al Tawħīd Al Islam went from one class to another.

She could see the light on in my workshop when she came home.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam went into the house.

She lay on her bed and started caressing her tits through her shirt with her eyes closed, pretending it was my hands.

Her hands then went down to her skirt.

She pulled it up and let her hand into her silk briefs.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  slowly started caressing her clit and it didn’t take long for her to cum.

She’d done that lots of times before, but never before had Al Tawħīd Al Islam  imagined My face, My lips, My hands while doing it.

During the following days Al Tawħīd Al Islam  started observing me more closely and Al Tawħīd Al Islam discovered just how wonderful I was.

I was 53 years old then.

Yet I was still the skinny tall guy who started to Live in Relationship with her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, when Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a girl.

My body never showed the signs of any hard manual labour.

My shoulders were broad and my arms and legs were full of muscles.

I had the permanent tan of someone who worked a lot outside and my head and chest were both still covered with black curls.

But most of all she looked at my hands.

They were big, tanned and strong and Al Tawħīd Al Islam  longed to feel them on her young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī outstanding Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body.

She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head because She knew that what Al Tawħīd Al Islam was thinking was so wrong.

I was the only Abbū figure she knew, having not seen her real Abbū for over 8 years.

And Al Tawħīd Al Islam was convinced that I was not remotely interested in her.

Why would I be?

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was 18 and inexperienced and I could have any Musalmān Beauty  I wanted if I separated from her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was absolutely miserable.

She stopped seeing her friends and she lived for when she could lie in bed and masturbate with me in her mind.

Then one Friday night she came home early from bowling with her friends.

I was watching TV as Al Tawħīd Al Islam walked into the house.

She sat down next to me.

“You’re home early,” I remarked.

“Yeah, well, I was bored,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  lied.

She just hadn’t enjoyed being gawped at by teenage boys when the only man Al Tawħīd Al Islam wanted was me.

“What about you, why aren’t you down at the bar?”

“Your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, requested  me this morning that we’d have a nice dinner and a chance to talk about stuff,” I smiled. “Then she came home at 8 to pack her overnight back because she’s had to cover for someone at some tradeshow at the last minute. I didn’t feel like going out then.”

“She doesn’t deserve you.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  couldn’t stop herself. “Why don’t you leave her? Surely you can’t still love her.”

“I loved her,” I confessed and I nearly choked on my own breath. “She was young and Iwas older. She was married and really experienced when it came to pleasing a man in bed that she got me under her spell. But we didn’t have anything in common. I started thinking about getting out of our affair and find some girl to settle down with when your Abbū caught us. Looking back at it, I think she planned the whole thing. She must have sensed that I was getting restless and she was obviously not done with me.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  saw the wrath on my face as I told her my story.

“I told your Abbū that I would stop seeing her, to give them a chance to patch things up, but then she announced that she was pregnant. I had to be the father since your father and she  hadn’t had sex for months.  They agreed to a quick divorce and then she and I started our Live in Relationship  the day after the divorce came through. A week later she had a miscarriage. She said it was the stress of the divorce and we’d try again for another baby. And then there were you. You stole my heart the day we met and I loved being your Abbū. How could I divorce your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, when I knew it meant losing you? I decided that I’d do everything I could for the one I’d been given.”

“So you stayed with her for all these years just because of me?” her love for me swelled in her heart at the same time as Al Tawħīd Al Islam despaired at the realisation that I only loved her as a father loves his daughter.

“Well, your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, and I always had great sex. that was never a problem. And I did feel that she was the best I was ever going to have. But yes, a big reason for not divorcing her was my possibility of losing you.”

“And now?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  asked, trembling.

“Now it’s over between us. I think she’s been sleeping with your Abbū again, but I honestly don’t care. I might have cared half a year ago, but then I was looking for some old papers and I found some of your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb’s medical records. They made for interesting reading. It turns out she never had a miscarriage, because she was never pregnant when she tricked me into Live in Relationship  with her. Your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, failed to tell me that she couldn’t have children.”

“But she had me and Raħmān!”

“Yes, but after you were born she secretly went to a clinic to get sterilised. She was 19 years old and she had two babies with a much older man and she hated being an Ammī. She maintained her Live in Relationship with me to get out of your grandparents’ house and then I started getting her pregnant. I wanted a big family, but she hated the family thing. So she got sterilised in secret so that she’d never get pregnant again.”

“Why haven’t you filed for separation yet?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  asked quietly.

“Because I didn’t want to unsettle you in your last year of University. I’m pretty sure that she intends to move to her company HQ as soon as I have separation from her, but I guess we’re both waiting for you to finish University. She doesn’t want you to have any ties to this place, and I don’t want you to have to be uprooted. Much as I hate your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, I still love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  replied with sincerity.

“I know,” I said and hugged Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

“No. I really love you,” She insisted, realising that no matter how I felt, this was the time she had to show me her true feelings.

I looked at her.

“Al Tawħīd Al Islam,” I said quietly. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what, Durgesh?” She challenged me. “Don’t admit how I really feel? Don’t be true to myself?”

“Oh sweetheart…” I sighed and buried my face in my hands. “If only you knew…”

“If only I knew what, Durgesh?”

“This is all wrong, Al Tawħīd Al Islam! Go to bed before I do something we’ll both regret!”

She was on her feet now, pulling her hair with a painful expression on her face as I looked at her.

It was then Al Tawħīd Al Islam  realised it.

Her attraction to me wasn’t a one-sided affair.

“Why would we regret it, Durgesh?” She challenged me. “Neither one of us loves my Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, nor does she sure as hell love us!”

“Believe me, your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, is the last person I’m thinking about.”

“Then what? Why should we deny ourselves a chance to be happy? I love you, Durgesh as a young adult woman, and I want to be with you for ever. I’m a one man woman. The only man I want in my life is you, none else.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, and that’s why I can’t do it. It would be wrong. I would be using you. You’re young, you’re beautiful, and you should find happiness with a guy your own age, not with some old man like me.”

“You’re not old, Durgesh. And I don’t want to be with anyone my age. They’re all childish. I want to be with you. You’re all I think about. Every night, when I lie alone in my bed, I think of your hands and lips making love to me.”

“Really? Do you really mean it?” I sat down next to her and took her hands in mine. “It’s not because of what I just told you?”

“No. I love you Durgesh and I want you. Please make love to me. Why don’t you realize we both are made for each other? The hell with our age difference. I don’t want a foolish male child to make love to me. He isn’t experienced while you are utmost experienced and understand very well how to deal with these things and my younger needs even. You can protect me well from even myself as well as from rest of the creations.”

The sincerity in her voice and body language told me how much she loved me as a woman.

It was a cruelty not to accept that much deep and sincere love.

Yes, hell with the age difference, I also decided.

I answered her request by pressing my lips against hers.

Soon my tongue parted her lips and invaded her extremely beautiful young adult mouth.

I had kissed several Musalmān Beauties  before, but never had it made me feel like this.

My hands cupped her tits and my thumbs teased her nipples as we kept kissing madly.

Then I pulled away from her and we were both panting as I stood up and picked her up.

I carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and put her down on her feet.

I kissed her again as my hands moved to her waist and I unzipped her jeans.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  stepped out of her shoes and then her jeans.

My hands caressed her thighs as I stood up again.

I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the floor.

Then I pulled her T-shirt over her head and she stood before me in her pink silk underwear.

I kissed her again and ran my strong, calloused hands across her midriff.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whimpered in her ear. “I’ve been fantasising about your body ever since that morning when you dropped your towel. Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I was already crazy with lust for you before then and all I wanted was to carry you off to bed when I got that first wonderful sight of your beautiful naked excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body.”

“I wish you had taken me to bed that morning,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  replied with a deep sigh as she felt my mouth against her nipple through her bra. “Because then I’d already know what it’s like to be yours. You don’t know I did drop my towel deliberately to seduce you.”

I laughed.

“Are you still a virgin, baby?” I asked her as I reached around her back to unclasp her bra.

“Yes,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  sighed. “I never wanted to give myself to any other man the way I want to give myself to you.”

I pulled her bra off and her firm tits hung free like to oranges from her chest.

I cupped them and kissed each pink peak before my hands went back to her hips to uncover the last piece of her puzzle.

I could feel the tingles in her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot growing stronger and stronger and she knew that all I had to do was touch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit for me to orgasm right there.

I slowly pulled her underwear off, taking time to look at her trimmed bush and even placing a light kiss on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slit.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  nearly died, it was wonderful.

“Undress me, baby,” I told her as I stepped out of my shoes.

She opened my shirt and kissed my dark curls as I pulled the garment off my arms.

Then Al Tawħīd Al Islam unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down, shocked and excited by the size of the bulge in my boxers.

I looked up at her and I nodded, giving her the confidence to pull my boxers off.

My purple mushroomlike cockhead bounced up and pointed straight in her face.

It was glistening in the low light.

“Take me in your mouth,” I smiled. “Taste me.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  opened her mouth and stuck out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tongue.

I rested my Uncut Hindu Lund  on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.

It felt very good.

In fact, it was rather nice.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my shaft with her hand and Al Tawħīd Al Islam was amazed by how soft the skin was, almost like silk.

I was huge in her hand.

Her fingers couldn’t reach all the way around.

She’d known that guys were huge and that it took a while for virgins to adapt to their size, but it wasn’t until now, with my fully erect Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand, that she actually realised how big a man’s Uncut Hindu Lund got.

I stroked her hair as I let the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue taste my Hindu precum.

It felt so erotic.

I could feel how wet her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was getting.

Her juices were running down the inside of her thighs.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam wrapped her lips around the engorged Hindu head and started sucking.

She knew Al Tawħīd Al Islam must be doing something right as I gasped for breath.

I let her slide as far inside her mouth as she could get me at the same time as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue explored my veins.

I grabbed hold of her head and started moving my hips out a bit before pushing myself into her mouth again, hitting the back of her throat.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  had one hand wrapped around my hard Hindu shaft, using her saliva to lubricate my whole Uncut Hindu Lund and she squeezed me hard as Al Tawħīd Al Islam worked her hand in unison with her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Her other hand had grabbed hold of my balls and Al Tawħīd Al Islam was slowly discovering them.

Then I pulled out of her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and I pulled her up to me.

I kissed her deeply and my bonehard Uncut Hindu Lund rested against her stomach.

I picked her up and placed in the middle of the bed.

Then I parted her legs and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund on the insides of her smooth Musalmān thighs.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  lost control of her senses and experienced a small orgasm right then.

“Mmmmm…” I smiled from between her legs. “You are so sweet.”

“Oh Durgesh,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  sighed. “Fuck me. Fuck your little girl.”

“Yes, baby, Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I will fuck you. Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I will fuck you real good.”

I dove into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, parting her lips with my Uncut Hindu Lund  and dipping it into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, being rewarded with a gush of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juices on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I then rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund  on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.

It was a good thing we didn’t have any close neighbours because Al Tawħīd Al Islam was screaming out loud with pleasure as I rubbed her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund head.

I managed to get her to cum twice in very little time and Al Tawħīd Al Islam was pulling and pinching her nipples as the pleasure of what I was doing overcame her.

I finally climbed up and kissed her, giving me a taste of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Still want me to fuck you?” I teased.

“Pleeeeeeeeeease fuck me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam  begged me.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was on fire for me.

I grabbed her legs and placed them over my shoulders.

My Uncut Hindu Lund rested against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slit and I teased her by rubbing it against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit a couple of times.

Then I started entering her.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  felt herself stretched beyond belief before I stopped, looked at her and pushed myself all the way inside her.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  cried with pain, but I didn’t stop.

I started pumping her hard, slamming inside her tight young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, grinding my pubic bone against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.

It didn’t take long for the pain to go away and once more Al Tawħīd Al Islam was begging me to fuck her.

“Fuck me harder, Durgesh,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam begged me. “Deeper!”

My utmost experienced Hindu thrusts got faster and harder.

Every time I slammed inside Al Tawħīd Al Islam there was an echo of a squishy noise as more and more of her juices escaped her tight little hole.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam  looked down at our union and she loved what she saw.

My young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice covered Uncut Hindu Lund was impaling her over and over again, possessing her.

I started touching her tits and I nodded appreciatively.

I cupped them and pushed them up so that I could kiss her nipples as I kept fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Then it happened.

It came on so fast that she couldn’t stop herself.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam cried out with mixed pleasure and surprise as she had another orgasm, much more powerful than the previous ones.

She shook in my arms and her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my Uncut Hindu Lund hard.

It went on forever, but when I finally started recovering, I pulled my fat Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told Al Tawħīd Al Islam. “Now!”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam did as Al Tawħīd Al Islam was told and then I shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her tight young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again, deeper this time.

I fucked Al Tawħīd Al Islam even faster and harder now.

My balls slammed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit and I started playing with her gorgeous outstanding young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“Do you like this, baby?” I asked. “Do you like being fucked by me? Do you like being my little Musalmān slut?”

“Oh yesssssssssssss,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

Then I grabbed Al Tawħīd Al Islam by her tits and I pulled her up, pinching her nipples.

I started kissing her neck and I could feel how deep our union was.

I was fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam with long, hard and deliberate Hindu strokes and I never wanted it to end.

“Baby,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna cum now. Get yourself ready to take the biggest Hindu load I’ve ever shot recently.”

I reached down and started playing with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.

It wasn’t just I who was on fire.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was really close to cumming herself and it didn’t take much to bring her over the edge.

Once more her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contracted hard around my Hindu   shaft.

I used all the power in my hips to get myself really deep inside Al Tawħīd Al Islam one last time and then I grunted as I started shooting my load right up into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān womb.

I could feel stream after stream entering Al Tawħīd Al Islam as her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot kept milking me.

When it was finally over, I collapsed on her being still buried deepest.

We fell asleep like that, with My Uncut Hindu Lund still in her throbbing young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

The next morning Al Tawħīd Al Islam woke up to the feeling of someone playing with her tits.

It took her a split second to remember what had happened the previous night.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam turned around with a happy smile on her face and was rewarded with a kiss from her utmost experienced Hindu lover.

“Good morning, baby,” I said as I continued playing with her tits.

“Good morning, Durgesh.”

We both knew without saying that we were happy about what we’d done the previous night.

Soon I got out of bed and pulled her with me.

We went to the bathroom and I turned on the water.

We entered the shower while Al Tawħīd Al Islam showered me with kisses and soon we were soaping each other up.

Our bodies were slippery against each other as I grabbed Al Tawħīd Al Islam by her smooth Musalmān thighs and lifted her up onto my hard Hindu shaft.

I slid effortlessly inside her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I fucked Al Tawħīd Al Islam without words against the tiled wall of the shower and we both came violently.

That day was pure bliss.

We couldn’t get enough of each other.

We fucked in every room of the house.

I taught Al Tawħīd Al Islam to deep throat me.

I took Al Tawħīd Al Islam in missionary position, from behind and then Al Tawħīd Al Islam learnt to ride me.

I fucked Al Tawħīd Al Islam standing, on our knees and lying down.

We were so sore we could hardly walk, but we couldn’t stop fucking each other.

On Sunday morning we made love slowly and Al Tawħīd Al Islam discovered a different side to sex.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was immensely satisfied and when I announced that I had to have a couple of hours break so that I could finish some work in my private office Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t mind.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam showered and drove in to town to finish a University assignment with her best friend.

It was getting dark when she came home and the house was pitching black.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam could see the light on in my office.

So Al Tawħīd Al Islam walked over there.

I was deep in concentration and didn’t notice her until she pressed her tits against my back and placed her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hands over my Hindu crotch.

“Hi baby,” I smiled at Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

“Did you miss me?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam asked.

“Of course Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I did, but I have a lot of stuff to do here,” I said.

“But Al Tawħīd Al Islam wants to play with Durgesh,” she pouted.

“I’m sorry baby, but I have to finish this tonight. Besides, your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, will be home soon.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam wouldn’t take no for an answer and She kneeled under my work bench, unzipped my jeans and pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out.

My reaction wasn’t slow.

Soon my full size Uncut Hindu Lund was staring at her and Al Tawħīd Al Islam started sucking it.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam teased it with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue and swallowed it several times.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam could hear from my breathing that I was having trouble breathing.

“You continue like that, baby,” I panted, “and I’m gonna cum in your young adult excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”

“Well, well, well,” came a female voice from the door.

It was her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb.

“I thought you were too hung up on me still to have an affair. Looks like I was wrong. Where did you find her, dear? Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club ? Ashvinātam Gangbang Club? Where?”

Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, laughed at her own wit.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam stopped sucking, but she still had My Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Come on, Al Furqān Al Wahāb,” I smiled, “Your daughter is serving me more efficiently than even you have ever.”

“You can finish screwing your little whore. Don’t you worry; I’m not going to cause a scene. I just want to tell the little slut what a communal Hindu  you are. But then, for trailer trash you might be a step up!”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was so angry at her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, for treating me this way.

She started sucking me again, desperately wanting me to cum in front of her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, so that she could see how happy she should have made me all these years.

My hands rested on her head.

“Don’t you deny me her one chance to happiness after all these years with you? We both know that you’ve been fucking around for years.”

“So who is she, your little whore?” Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, came around the workbench and gasped as she saw her face with My Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She kept sucking me.

“You! You little bitch!”

I stopped her from getting to her.

“Enjoy Al Furqān Al Wahāb! Al Tawħīd Al Islam and I will meet you in the house in a couple of minutes after we’ve enjoyed each other perfectly.”

Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, stormed out and I finally released My Uncut Hindu Lund from her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Fuck me, Durgesh,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam begged me and pulled her jeans down. “Fuck me now, before we have to see her again.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t need me to beg any further.

I entered Al Tawħīd Al Islam from behind and started slamming into her.

Contrary to that morning’s slow love making this was raw animal lust.

I fucked Al Tawħīd Al Islam hard, playing with her gorgeous outstanding young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pinched her tits through her t-shirt.

We finally came together, crying out with passion as I emptied my balls inside Al Tawħīd Al Islam again.

I pulled out and tucked my Uncut Hindu Lund back into my jeans.

She pulled her jeans up.

Hand in hand, we walked to the house.

Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, hadn’t wasted any time.

Her suitcases were packed and now she was stuffing her things into some bags.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her.

“What do you think? I’m moving out.”

“But those are my things!” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, angrily.

“Yes they are my little whoring daughter. In case you didn’t notice, I’m separating from your step father and you’re coming with me, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”

“She’s not doing any such thing,” I protested.

“She’s my daughter and she’ll do as I say. You might be a fun fuck at the farm, but I’m taking her to the city where she can get herself an ardent Musalmān man.”

“Stop it!” Al Tawħīd Al Islam cried out. “Did anyone ever think to ask ME what Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself wants?”

“Shut up Al Tawħīd Al Islam,” her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, commanded. “I’m your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, and you’re coming with me, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”

“I’m 18 years old now,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam reminded her.

“All the more reason for you to leave this Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties.”

“I’m legally an adult, and I don’t want to leave. I love it here. I love Durgesh.”

Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, rolled her eyes at me.

But I took her hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’d like to stay on here if you’ll have me. Maybe if you’re still planning to open that shop, I could run it for you.”

“I’d love for you to stay,” I smiled at Al Tawħīd Al Islam. “But not to run the bloody shop, although you can if you want to. Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I want you to stay as my new Live in Relationship Partner . You’re not on the pill, are you?”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam shook her head, speechless.

“Well, then maybe you can stay with me, Al Tawħīd Al Islam and have my babies.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam threw herself into My arms.

“This is sick,” her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, spat at us. “You two deserve each other.”

She slammed the door behind her as she left and I carried Al Tawħīd Al Islam to the bedroom, our bedroom, and we made love all night.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was exhausted by morning.

So she called her in sick at University and then we stayed in bed until I had to go and meet my customer.

Three months later Al Tawħīd Al Islam finally graduated from University, which was a good thing, because her pregnant belly was starting to show a little and it would have been awkward to face too many questions.

A week later I and Al Tawħīd Al Islam announced our Live in Relationship legally and her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, and brother flew in from New Zealand to share that joyous day with us, and the best wedding gift was to receive her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās’s blessing as Al Tawħīd Al Islam gave me away.

Her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās told me that he really liked me and that he’d never blamed me for the break-up of his marriage.

I’ve never heard from her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, again.

The separation was done through the lawyers.

She didn’t want anything from me and Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t want anything from her.

She didn’t want anything from the house.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam loves knowing that her Live in Relationship Partner  has crafted everything we own.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was 28 now.

She has given me four sons till now.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam divided her days between managing our shop, which has become very successful, bringing in customers from near and far, and taking care of our house and raising our children.

When we put our kids to bed we’re like that first weekend again.

We can’t get enough of each other.

In fact, my hands are still inside her bra, tweaking her nipples, and I’m in the mood for a grand ride once more.

Chapter 15

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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