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Durgesh

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Chapter 33

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Nādir

Fresh from her 18th birthday, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, an energetic teenager in her senior year of high school, was running up her front walk, flushed and sweating from an intense, but short, cheerleading practice.

Her red face was from more than just physical exertion though because cheerleading practice always turned Al Waħīdah Al Nādir on.
In fact, she’d been turned on a lot lately, and not just by her boyfriend Shankar Mr’tyunjaý either!

Even just a practice session drew a crowd of watchers, especially the boys and coaches.
And they always stared at Al Waħīdah Al Nādir because of the way her big pear sized Musalmān tits bounced up and down when she jumped and her hard nipples poked little bullets in the front of her tight lettered half-sweater.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could tell the Hindu boys and coaches were turned on too by the way they lined up on the fence and stared at her big bouncing Musalmān tits and cute wiggly Musalmān ass as she jumped around in her brief little uniform.
She knew she was distracting the team but figured the Hindu coaches enjoyed looking at her as much as the Hindu boys did. And although still a virgin, being watched by the Hindu boys and Hindu coaches made her all soft and squirmy inside.
Well, the forbidden fruits most of the Musalmān houseladies preferred even on their Musalmān mankind.
Why?
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir always wondered.
Hindus must have more capable penis, doubtlessly, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir thought.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir absolutely loved being watched.
She loved being the center of attention!
This big tittied young “hard Musalmān body” was a real show-off!

Astonishingly beautiful, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s face was framed by a thick mane of long swirling chestnut hair, full lips, an impish smile revealing perfect white teeth and an upturned nose with just enough freckles to be cute.
Her golden sun-kissed skin highlighted her large blue Musalmān eyes.

Until her junior year of High School she’d been kind of skinny.
But now, that eye catching 5′-4″ frame measured a staggering, Hindu cock-hardening 38D-23-35.
Her Musalmān tits were positively huge, set firm and high on her chest they swayed gently when she walked.
Her tiny Musalmān waist looked even smaller below the curves of her breasts and her body was sculpted and tanned with her ripe Musalmān ass the shape of a teardrop.

The combination of tight Musalmān curves was amazingly sensual but it was those big firm young Musalmān tits that drove the Hindu boys, and the Hindu men even, fucking wild.
This gorgeous young Musalmān teenager was made for just one thing; and if the looks from the boys and coaches were any clue, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was only just beginning to realize what that was!

With his class ring displayed prominently on her finger, everybody envied Shankar Mr’tyunjaý!
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir and Shankar Mr’tyunjaý – the “all American couple”, true high school sweethearts and the most popular seniors in school, he the Hindu star football quarterback and she the two-time homecoming Musalmān queen.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir loved Shankar Mr’tyunjaý.
He promised her a future and she imagined herself the Musalmān wife of a future college football star, perhaps even the wife of an NFL quarterback!
He was her ticket out of this small hick town!
Deeply in love, at 17 they signed a pledge to remain chaste until marriage.

Lately though, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was having serious second thoughts about Shankar Mr’tyunjaý and her pledge, not that she signed it – but could she keep it!
Her experiences with Shankar Mr’tyunjaý, largely confined to groping in the back seat of his dad’s car, had only made matters worse.
She knew Shankar Mr’tyunjaý had a big Uncut Hindu Cock , she’d felt it in his jeans, and she’d practically begged him to fuck her!
Allah, God, how she wanted to break that pledge!
But Shankar Mr’tyunjaý just wouldn’t hear of it.
With his traditional Hindu Brāhmañ upbringing he wanted to wait till they married!

And now all Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could think of was sex.
She’d been finger fucking herself for a while and it seemed she couldn’t keep her hands away from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
In recent months Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy at least three times a day — once when she awakened, once after school, and at least once before going to sleep.

Even the most fleeting thought of a Hindu’s big pulsing Uncut Hindu Prick could make her Musalmān clit stiffen.
Sometimes Al Waħīdah Al Nādir helplessly wiggled her extremely beautiful perfect round firm chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and rubbed her thighs together in class, desperately trying to soothe the burning Musalmān wetness that coursed through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
But if she didn’t do something with Shankar Mr’tyunjaý, and real soon, she was going to explode!

Glad cheerleading practice was over, it meant she could dash home, strip off her clothes, and climb into the shower to do what she really liked; soap up her hard young Musalmān body, squeeze her sensitive nipples and brush her fingers across the smooth lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt, slowly at first then faster and faster and faster until that wonderful feeling shot through her making her shake and shiver and scream.

And now as she hurried home, just thinking about getting herself off made her hornier than ever.
Since Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, would be at work, she knew she’d have the house all to herself.
She was concentrating so hard on masturbating that she didn’t notice the strange car parked on the street as she dashed up the front walk.

Slamming the door she yanked her uniform top over her head in one smooth motion.
Pulling her hair from the sweater, she let her ripe Musalmān tits bounce free.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t like to wear a bra, it made her feel imprisoned.
With that, and the fact that her Musalmān tits were so firm she didn’t really need to even wear one, she’d taken it off right before practice.
She liked the way it felt with her big Musalmān tits waving free inside her tight cheerleading sweater.
Plus, she got a few more stares that way too!

Dropping her sweater on the stairway banister she started up the steps, her hands now cupping and squeezing her swelling Musalmān tits, fingers playing with the stiff nipples.
She was panting hard, both from the running and from the sexual excitement radiating from her steamy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt and tingling Musalmān tits.

Halfway up the stairs though she stopped, there were other sounds in the house!
They were sounds Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t recognize at first, sounds coming from upstairs, from the direction of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s bedroom.
Looking at her watch she thought Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, should still be at work!
Not knowing what to expect, but still curious, she crept silently up the stairs.
Looking down the hallway she could see Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s bedroom door was open.

As she tiptoed down the hall to the open door she recognized something familiar in the sounds.
Those were the kind of noises coming from Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s bedroom!
Little grunts and pleasure moans, whispers, shrieks of joy and the sounds of damp flesh slapping into damp flesh.

When Al Waħīdah Al Nādir reached the doorway, more from curiosity than perversity, she carefully peeked around the corner of the doorframe.
She could just as well have stood out in the open, for the two people on the bed wouldn’t have noticed her if she’s been stark naked, painted purple and blowing a trumpet!

They were way too busy with what they were doing!

Like most people, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had never really thought of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, fucking.
And now, there she was flat on her back, legs spread wide, knees drawn up, while a man Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t recognize, but who was younger than Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās,, pumped an enormous Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir gasped, not so much with outrage as with desire.
Seeing that shiny Uncut Hindu Prick sliding balls deep, pumping in and out of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy, was making the young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl hotter and hornier than ever!

“Allah! Oh my GOD!” The sight took her breath away!

She wished Shankar Mr’tyunjaý would fuck her like that!

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s eyes were riveted to the man’s sweaty ass cheeks as they clenched up and down, faster and faster, slamming and ramming my big Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
My big balls slapping against Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s upturned extremely beautiful Musalmān ass cheeks when I drilled my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī still young Musalmān Pussy.

As the erotic scene raised her own desires, she plunged one hand inside her waistband to seek out her own wet clit.
Her other hand was already massaging one of her big rubbery Musalmān tits, her thumb rubbing back and forth across her hard bullet-like nipple.

The faster and harder my ass moved, the faster Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s fingers moved across her Musalmān clit.
Her left hand squeezing and rubbing her heavy Musalmān tits, her thumb and forefinger teasing and pinching her rigid nipples while the scene on the bed moved faster and faster toward a mighty Ashvinātam climax.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, squealed and lifted her legs to wrap them around my muscular pumping ass cheeks.
Locking her ankles over my bucking ass she began to pull me down, forcing me to ram my powerful Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt with each mighty Hindu stroke.

Then, I stopped!

I withdrew that long slab of my Uncut Hindu Cock meat, wet and shiny with Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī still young Musalmān Cunt juice.

For a brief ecstasy-filled Moment Al Waħīdah Al Nādir imagined herself being fucked by me, in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s bed, my powerful Uncut Hindu Cock driving all the way up to touch the deepest part of her insides.
She desperately needed to experience an Uncut Hindu Cock like this, to relieve the most basic of inner needs.

Then she sighed.
That, she realized, wasn’t going to happen, at least not with SHANKAR MR’TYUNJAÝ, not anytime soon!

I was poised on my knees between Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s wide spread beautiful nude Musalmān legs and she was wantonly exposing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt to my long Uncut Hindu Prick.
And what an Uncut Hindu Prick it was!
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir gasped when she saw it.
Long and thick, easily nine or ten inches, it bounced and jerked in the dim light.
The plum-tipped end looked like it would be too large even to take into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

To have that “Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy pleaser” fucking her!

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir shivered from dreamy anticipation.
She could hear me whispering, teasing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās,,
“What is it you want? Huh? Tell me what you want!”

“Your Uncut Hindu Cock. I want that huge UNCUT HINDU COCK of yours! FUCK me!” She groaned.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir saw Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s face, flushed with passion, her breath coming in sharp, rasping pants.
Her Musalmān tits rose and fell, rolling on her chest as she arched her hips to align her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy with that monster Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Where do you want this?” My voice confident, smiling as I stroked my shiny wet Uncut Hindu Cock like a play toy, waving it at her.

“Up my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. I love you! And I love that Uncut Hindu Prick of yours. You’re too damned good with it and you know it! That’s what makes you so Goddamned uppity!”

“Uppity? I know what I am. And I know what you are babe!”

“So you want my Uncut Hindu Cock, huh? Okay, here it is!”

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir jumped as much as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, did when I shoved that mighty Uncut Hindu Prick balls deep into her yearning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt in one long firm Hindu plunge.
The girl felt her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy drooling; she wondered how it must feel to have a powerful, massive Uncut Hindu Cock fucking her!
She would have given anything to experience an Uncut Hindu Cock like this one!

But she wasn’t likely to have her wish.
The big-tittied Musalmān teenager would have to be content with watching, for now at least.

A wave of guilt flashed over her.
She couldn’t masturbate while she watched this well-hung Hindu stud fuck her own Ammī!
That was sick.
But Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew she couldn’t help it!

Denied the real thing herself she had to get her rocks off some way!
And the way I was hung!
Wow!
She loved watching me move, fuck, pose, tease, torture.
I was like a Greek God.

“Feels big inside your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt, doesn’t it? What’s it like when I fuck you? When I fuck you really good?”

My hips began sliding back and forth like a piston in a slot.
The spying Musalmān girl sucked in her breath and tried to imitate the motion of her own fingers fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt with that of mine fucking Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās,.
It just wasn’t quite the same.

She heard Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, say,
“Allah, God, I can’t stand it! That’s a Goddamn telephone pole you’ve stuck in me. Ooooooh, ride me, ride me hard! Ooooooh! Haaaaard!”

“Anything you want honey,” I smiled proudly.

Resting on my hands, I looked down into her stunning Musalmān face and began driving my long, hard Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of her yielding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt even faster.
The muscles of my tight ass cheeks clenching even harder as they powered that huge Uncut Hindu Cock like a machine!

The Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady imagined the friction of my huge Uncut Hindu Cock, splitting her tight wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy, my hairy Hindu balls resting on her extremely beautiful perfect round firm chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
The heat must spread like wildfire.
Hidden nerves must scream in joy.
My Uncut Hindu Cock would touch here, there, and all the right spots, deep inside her tender teenage Musalmān body.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s head was spinning wildly.
I had amazing stamina.
I sure was a master “Uncut Hindu Cocksman”, a real Hindu stud! Did I ever know how to fuck a teenager Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān girl!
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wondered.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir gasped aloud she urged a hard nipple toward her wet lips and sucked.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, was going wild with sexual frenzy.
Her hips bucked and hunched up to meet every stroke of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
She was trying to jam her Musalmān snatch around my Uncut Hindu Cock, to get me even deeper up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy.

The peeping Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān daughter wondered what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, felt.
That deep-seated itch just had to be scratched and the only way of doing it was a good hard fucking.
She’d love to have that Uncut Hindu Prick sinking deep, stirring around inside, then slowly pulling out.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir shivered at the thought of that super-heated golf ball sized Uncut Hindu Cock head, sliding back and forth inside her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy.

She heard the lewd noises of Ashvinātam fucking; the moist sounds of my Uncut Hindu Cock surging into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt in rhythm with gasps and soft moans.
For long teasing Moments, I would stay buried deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
My ass would clench, hips rotating, stirring my Uncut Hindu Cock around against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy walls.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, remembering her “pledge” to Shankar Mr’tyunjaý, knew she had to maintain control and “save” herself.
But she felt the red hot skin of her face, hot as if she had a fever.
She knew she must wait for Shankar Mr’tyunjaý but as she watched the muscles of my ass cheeks, clenching even harder as they powered my huge Uncut Hindu Cock like a machine, she was realizing that nothing could satisfy her, nothing but the best fucking ever!

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wished I could fuck her!

“Tell me what you like about my Uncut Hindu Cock,” I urged.

“Your Uncut Hindu Cock?” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, said dreamily. “Ummmm, so big inside me. It’s so deep inside me. Allah, God, it’s so hard! Fuck me, fuck me gooooood!”
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir gasped hearing those words, like Ammī like daughter she thought!

“All you ever think about is getting fucked don’t you? Okay then, I’ll show you how, how we do it out in Hollywood!”

I started fucking her with long, rapid Hindu strokes designed to set her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt on fire.
It worked.
Her hips went wild.
Her gasps turned into shrieks as she came.

“Sex hungry Musalmān slut!” I said, smiling.
My body glistened; sweat now slicked my back making my lean muscles even more defined.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir stared as I drilled my Uncut Hindu Cock repeatedly into the gaping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās,.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir envied her!
To have traded places for just a Moment!

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir added an extra finger up her juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt but it didn’t do much to satisfy her needs.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady began stroking over her Musalmān clit as she spied on the couple fucking our brains out; the tiny jolts of excitement that passed through her body soon became larger and larger.

She found the meek little clit poking its head out from the sheath of flesh around it.
She looped her finger around the slippery little spire and stroked from base to tip.
Each time she touched the very end of the pointy nubbin she sobbed.

Her knees were weak but she couldn’t leave, she just had to watch.
I was drilling as hard as I could into the softly yielding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt spread wide for me.

“I’m burning up inside honey! I don’t know how you’re doing it, ummmmm, oooooh! OOOOOOH!” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir watched as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, came again!
The sight of her rigid face and her writhing body increased the carnal yearnings in the spying girl.
Her fingers flew up and down her own clit in a vain attempt to imitate what was happening in the bedroom.

While the feelings in her body mounted, she felt even more and more cheated!
This simply couldn’t be the same as having a Hindu’s long, steely hard Uncut Hindu Cock fucking her.
Not the same at all!
How she wanted to leap through that door and spread herself for that muscular Hindu stud!

Over a year had passed since they’d signed that pledge, but now things had changed.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had changed!

This huge Uncut Hindu Cock would be enough to satisfy two Musalmān women she thought.
Hell, the way I was fucking, I might be able to get a dozen Musalmān chicks off before I came.
I looked like a fucking machine, my Hindu body dripping with sweat.
My face was frozen into a smile, both evil and sexy at the same time, as I looked down into Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s stunning Musalmān face and watched her big Musalmān tits bounce as I fucked her.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir felt herself wilting inside.
I was hung like a stallion and fucked like a machine.
I was tireless.
I’d got Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, off twice and was working hard on a third time.
The young Musalmān lady began squeezing and stroking over her labia.
The oily Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt lips were rigid with the excited blood pounding into them.
She stroked and tweaked them the best she could.
The only thing missing was a round, hard Uncut Hindu Cock driving up into her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
She let out a piteous little moan then bit her lip.
It wouldn’t do to let us know she was peeping.
Not that any noise was likely to be heard, we were too wrapped up in our fucking to notice anything.

The teenager rammed three fingers into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
She felt her young muscles tighten around her hand.
She wished she could have rammed her entire fist up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
Maybe that would relieve the intense sexual desire in her young ravenous Musalmān body.

Without realizing it, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir let out a series of joyous shrieks.
Her hips bucked powerfully forward and upward as if her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt was trying to swallow the hand bringing it so much joy.
Her left hand closed on her large right tit as she forced the hard nipple back to her lush red lips.

Her body vibrated and shook, bucked and surged with the force of the orgasm rocketing through it.
Her thighs shuddered as the spasms washed down from her straining Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
Her stomach muscles clenched with the surging contractions passing through them.
Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she saw herself in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās,s place as she watched the couple fucking.
Her eyes glazed over as if on a drug.

Her fingers weren’t close to being an Uncut Hindu Cock, but they’d have to do for the time being.

As Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, began to cry out rhythmically, her voice began to catch with each slam of that huge Uncut Hindu Cock, her hips pounding upwards, matching the Hindu stroke for stroke.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could feel the tension building inside her again, and so soon!
After all she’d just had an enormous climax!

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was starting to stroke her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy and Musalmān tits again as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, let out a long wailing moan, her arms and legs locked around me, forcing my hips against hers, driving my great Uncut Hindu Prick to the depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir watched spellbound as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, ran her hands feverishly up and down my sweaty back, digging her sharp fingernails into my hard pumping ass cheeks, urging me to fuck her harder in a gasping throaty voice.

The couple was now a throbbing, fucking, moaning, vibrating mass of erotic flesh as the woman came and came and came again.
My ass clenched tightly, my head thrown back as I froze, balls deep in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could tell I was on the verge of shooting a huge load of my Hindu cum deepest in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Pussy!

Blinking sweat from her eyes she heard me say,
“My Uncut Hindu Cock feels like it’s gonna pop, babe! You’ve done it! I’m gonna CUM!”

“Fuck!” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, gasped over and over, “Fuck me! FUCK me!”

“Here it comes! All of it! Right up your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān Cunt. I’m gonna cum SO deep inside you! Eishān! OH God… OH! OH yeah!”

Pushing me back frantically, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s Ammī, Al Tawaħīd Al Åbbās, gasped,
“Cum into me, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! I wanna feel it all over inside me! I wanna see it shoot! Take it out when you are exploding into me and penetrate me again!”

“That’s it, Baby!”
The hysterical Ammī squealed when I frantically withdrew my Uncut Hindu Cock.

And then I came.

Chapter 34
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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


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Ummil Mominīn

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir found herself looking at me in more than just a normal way.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir loved me very much, but growing inside of her was the urge to protect me from the world, and after time passed, it was her own self that I needed protected from.
Often late at night, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir would wake up and immediately drift to a state of mind of loneliness and confusion, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir would cry herself back to sleep.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew Al Waħīdah Al Nādir needed counseling but was too scared to admit to anyone that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had become sexually attracted to Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was afraid of being judged or even worse, turned into the religious police.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been feeling was wrong and that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl should never feel this way about Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Why was it happening to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir often wondered, but never could find the answer, and had no one to turn to?
Over the next couple of months Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did a lot of research on the internet trying to meet other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women online who had experienced the same feelings that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been feeling.
They claimed Durgesh fucked every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful and ever came in his contact.
If it was true, some of them at least should be available on the Internet too.
Shouldn’t they?
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir found a large number of such Musalmān houseladies that were proudly acknowledging their open Live In Relationship now even, with Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

They discussed these sorts of topics but mostly there problems dealt with Durgesh being attracted to them due to this or that reason, and not the other way around.
Some of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women however, did offer help and advised Al Waħīdah Al Nādir to go out and try to date.
A lot easier said than done when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t have a lot of friends since Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s husband and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir were separated.
The vast majority of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s friends were also his.
There were a few co-workers Al Waħīdah Al Nādir got along with but no one that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could see herself dancing the night away with, if you know what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir meant.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s feelings grew stronger towards Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir started to become jealous when Durgesh started to date a Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girl named Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī.
Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī and Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, spent a lot of time together on weekends and even during the week nights at her own house.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could see it in Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s eyes that he was in love with Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī and she was with Durgesh.
Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī was very pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girl with long natural red curly hair with a perfect smile and came from a filthy rich wealthy Årab Musalmān family.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had witnessed us kissing late one night when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had woken up from Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s sleep and was thirsty.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir walked to the kitchen for a drink of water and they sat there outside on the deck steps lip locked as Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī’s fingers caressed Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s face.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir stood there staring at us got a good two minutes before closing her own eyes to imagine herself out in the night with Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu…looking into his eyes…holding his hand…whispering to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir I love her, all while feeling my lips pressed against Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s imagination ran wild on a nightly basis and the more she imagined, the more Al Waħīdah Al Nādir desired Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

One Sunday in May, it was Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s HVSI Satr function.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was a very proud Musalmān houselady as I walked across the Cabinet Room and smiling at Al Waħīdah Al Nādir as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir stood there cheering for me from the balcony seat of the Cabinet Room.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wanted to grab me, hold me, and hug me.
I rushed down to the lobby when the participants were dismissed and wrapped Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s arms tightly around Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s dream lover.
The only bad thing was that Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī was clinging on to me wherever I went.
After one to two hours of this misery and almost getting sick to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s stomach Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to give Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu one more normal hug and kiss on my lips head home.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had planned to make Durgesh; the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu a special dinner that night to celebrate my success but on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s drive home Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s phone started to ring.
It was Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
“Hey there sweetie” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir answered.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could hear a lot of background noise when Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu was speaking.
I was informing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir that I was going to head to my friends house for a celebration party and would probably stay overnight.
“Aww Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said in disappointment knowing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s plans were spoiled, but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir couldn’t be upset at me.
After all, it was my achievement, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wanted me to have a fun time with my friends, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir should say.
“Promise me that you will not be careless and drive, and if Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī goes be sure to take care of her. Do not let her get into any trouble, and be nice to her. I know she loves you.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu hoping I would believe that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir really did like her.
And Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did, but she just wished Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī wasn’t around me every day and night.
“I will be sure to have a nice breakfast for you in the morning since Al Waħīdah Al Nādir won’t be able to make you a special achievement dinner.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to me as we got off the phone.
“Sounds great Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, see you later.” I said hanging up in a bliss.

The night couldn’t have dragged on any slower.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir warmed up some cold cheese pizza that we ordered the night before and sat down on the couch to scarf it down.
There wasn’t much on television either and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir already had watched all of the shows that she recorded on the DVR throughout the week before.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to open my laptop, kill some time on Facebook, and waste the night away.
There wasn’t much happening on there, just some achievement ceremony pictures being posted by some friends whose child graduated earlier.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to get up and pour a glass of homemade Sangria that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been chilling in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s refrigerator since the morning.
The house was quiet and it seemed somewhat scary.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew that the nights would become this way every night once Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu left for Ved Nagar in August.
Deep down Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s heart was aching.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir needed to find someone to share Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s life with but it was hard.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir decided to try Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s luck and sign up for a few dating websites.
“What could it hurt?” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wondered to herself out loud.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir deserved to be happy.
But it seemed that every guy Al Waħīdah Al Nādir encountered for the next few hours only wanted what most guys want.

To Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s surprise, a woman whose user identification was “Ummil Mominīn” had sent Al Waħīdah Al Nādir a message and she was local.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir never really have had an interest in another woman but her picture was cute and introduced herself to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir as “Ummil Mominīn.”
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir fond out that she only lived a few minutes away and just moved in to the subdivision next to her.
She also was in the process of divorcing and after a few back and forth messages their conversation got a little deeper.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir d I told her about Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s problems with Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu going off to Ved Nagar and with being lonely.
She too was in a similar position as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir.
Her oldest daughter, Al Jamīlah Al Åbbās, left for Ved Nagar a few years ago, but she had another daughter who would be attending the same premises that Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu just achieved from.

They spent some time chatting back and forth about their lives before she proposed that they hang out sometime or maybe have a few drinks at the steakhouse that was right down the street.
She seemed really nice and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir figured that it couldn’t hurt meeting her.
Shortly after agreeing to meet, she messaged Al Waħīdah Al Nādir her number and suggested talking on the phone.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir told her that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had a few things to do around the house but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir would give her a call when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was finished, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did after Al Waħīdah Al Nādir got ready for bed and lie down.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was quite nervous as her phone continued to ring but when she answered, she sounded very sweet.
Her voice was soft and had bit of a country to it.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hadn’t ever met anyone from the Internet but so far, she seemed like someone that is trustworthy.
They talked about their favorite drinks and she told Al Waħīdah Al Nādir the story of her first ever alcoholic drink.
She was nineteen at the time and she spilled the entire glass on her soon to be ex husband.
They had been married for seventeen years and they decided to call it quits when they both realized they weren’t in love with each other anymore.
They started to talk about men in general and they both agreed that men were assholes but women couldn’t live without them.
She was very open but it was pleasing knowing that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was someone she could be so open with, so quickly.
“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I hate men, but love their dicks,” she bluntly said causing Al Waħīdah Al Nādir to nearly choke on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s own drink that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was sipping.
Everything was going great and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had a new friend until she asked the one question that potentially changed Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s life forever

“Enough about me, what is your ultimate fantasy?” she asked.

“Oh wow,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir I replied as their conversation went silent.

“I have so many, I guess I don’t know where to start,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said as she took a sip of her drink and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could feel Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s cheeks beginning to warm.
This woman had Al Waħīdah Al Nādir blushing, and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t blush.

Over the years, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had developed many fantasies.
Some of them simple and normal, the usual threesome, or being with another woman, but the most daring one, to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, of course was Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s fantasy of making love to Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had been separated from her Musalmān husband for quite some time and that ultimately could be the reasoning of this fantasy.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew there was no way Al Waħīdah Al Nādir could tell her this…not even in a million years, not without judgment Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was sure. So Al Waħīdah Al Nādir thought of the next best thing.

“Ever since my Musalmān husband and I split, I have fantasized of being with a Hindu man.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to her gravely.

“Oh really…Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I have that one as well. Give me some details about yours,” She said insistently.

“Well…just being with a Hindu guy in general and his tight Hindu body, feeling him inside me…just is very orgasmic sounding,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said and again Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was not shaking nervously.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had never been this open with anyone this quickly, but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was excited for a change.
All of this talk was starting to get her heated up.
“I just love the thought of it,” she added as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s right hand casually made its way down Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s belly to the lace band of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s underwear.

“What age do you want this Hindu guy to be?” she asked.

“I’d say over sixty for sure probably,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir answered.

“Probably?” she questioned.

“As long as he is over sixty, quite experienced I mean. I don’t want any learning child anymore. My stupid Musalmān husband was enough for me for that for once and all, Allah Allah.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir responded.

“Have you ever thought about meeting a Hindu guy from the Internet?” she asked.

“No not really, in fact I don’t even do this a whole lot. You were probably one of the first I have ever considered talking to on the phone” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir told her.

“Didn’t you say Durgesh just achieved something? What about any of his friends? Are any of them cute enough? She asked.

“Well sure, but they are his friends and that would be awkward I think and Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu would shoot me.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wasn’t thinking of any of my friends at all.
The only one Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was imagining this with was Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu himself.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wanted to just blurt it out and tell her but wasn’t quite sure what she would say if Al Waħīdah Al Nādir brought it up, but daringly Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did.

“You know I told you that being with a Hindu guy was my biggest fantasy but truth be told, it’s actually not the biggest. It does involve being with a Hindu guy and I’m sure you won’t talk to me again after I tell you this.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said and then Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hesitated to take a deep breath.

“Oh really…Do tell,” she replied anxiously waiting to hear what Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was about to tell her.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir I took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir felt lost in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s own bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body was shaking nervously.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s palms had begun to sweat.
From head to toe, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir felt chilled.
Was Al Waħīdah Al Nādir really going to admit this to her…this complete stranger?
Underneath the nervousness and chills, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir liked this feeling.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body desired more of this excitement but Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew if she told her this, things would change the second Al Waħīdah Al Nādir let it out.

“I actually have had a fantasy of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu before.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said and then Al Waħīdah Al Nādir fell silent waiting for her to speak.

“Oh wow, are you really serious,” she asked Al Waħīdah Al Nādir.

Instantly Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew Al Waħīdah Al Nādir shouldn’t have told her and immediately regretted the decision.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir knew Al Waħīdah Al Nādir couldn’t take it back and pretended Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was joking.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir did however try to play it off by explaining it was because of Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s depression from the separation.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, you wouldn’t be the first Musalmān woman to have sexual thoughts about Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. Lots of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān, Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girls that are in your position go through it. I think it is very normal to have fantasies,” she said as the feeling of instant relief rang throughout Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body.

“You think so” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked her.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I know so. Would you ever act on it? She asked.

Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hesitated to answer because honestly, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t even know the answer.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir started to imagine the first time when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir saw Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu in a sexual manner.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir noticed my Hindu muscles and imagined how amazing it would feel to lie in my strong Hindu arms, and have me kiss her on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s lips, and to feel my Hindu hands on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s big heavy Musalmān buttocks as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir straddle me raising herself up and down on my ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund.
Or, lying there under my body with Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s legs opened wide for me as I penetrate in and out of her making love to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir like her husband used to.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, you still there?” she asked Al Waħīdah Al Nādir.

Suddenly Al Waħīdah Al Nādir snapped back to their conversation “Ummm…I think I probably would try it…I think.”

“I think you should do it,” She suggested.

“How and…How” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked her with confusion.

“Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I could help you. Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I only live a few minutes away. Why don’t we arrange for a night when you could come over and we can meet and go from there and we can divvy up a plan,” She said.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wasn’t sure if Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was ready for that since they had just met.
Even though this woman sounded very sweet and sincere, underneath it all there could lie a serial killer or an ex murderer.

“I tell you what. Let’s meet for dinner tomorrow night and just talk first and then we will see what happens.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir suggested.

“That’s a deal,” she responded.
They set plans and said their ‘Allah Ħāfiz’, goodbyes.
Their intent was to Meet around 6pm after Al Waħīdah Al Nādir get off her work the next day.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir lay there quietly in bed not making a move or a peep for a while thinking about everything.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s feelings were mixed on the situation.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was excited that Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had met Ummil Mominīn and her willingness to help Al Waħīdah Al Nādir to achieve Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s biggest fantasy but scared at the same time because Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t really know her.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir began to imagine Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lying in bed beside her.
In no time, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had stripped herself down to just Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s t-shirt and masturbated thinking about Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
In addition, as quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir started Al Waħīdah Al Nādir finished with a larger than usual orgasm.

The next morning Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was awoken to Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s alarm clock sounding off at 6am.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wished it were the weekend all over again.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir hated Mondays, and always dreaded going to work.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir forced herself up and hopped in the shower.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir washed Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s hair and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s body and shaved Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s legs.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir normally didn’t shave Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s pubic region, instead, kept it neatly trimmed.
Nevertheless, today Al Waħīdah Al Nādir desired the change.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was feeling sexy standing there in the shower and shaved herself entirely.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was putting on Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s clothes in Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s room when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir heard Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu come home.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir finished dressing quickly and went to greet me as I was walking up the stairs leading up to my bedroom.
Without thinking, Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was running so fast that we stumbled and almost fell down the stairs.
However, she didn’t care and neither did I.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir planted a small kiss directly on my Hindu lips and held it there for a moment.
In addition, when Al Waħīdah Al Nādir released, she bit her lower lip teasingly and said,
“Welcome back home, MuslimātRamañ. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Pancakes,” I said with a cheesy smile.

“Pancakes it is for Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s man,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir responded.

We made some small talk about the overnight achievement party while I escorted her arm and arm back down to the kitchen.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir couldn’t tell from my demeanor if Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī and I had sex and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir wasn’t going to ask.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was curious though but decided to leave it alone.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir didn’t even really care to be honest.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was just happy to be alone with me for a few minutes before Al Waħīdah Al Nādir had to set out to work.

“Hey sweetie, are you going to be home tonight.” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked me pouring the pancake batter on to the skillet.

“Yeah Al Waħīdah Al Nādir, I should be, and Al Tadbīr Al Ilāhī has to work late, so yea Al Waħīdah Al Nādir should be here.” I replied.

“Awesome,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said as Al Waħīdah Al Nādir continued to pour.
A few moments passed by and Al Waħīdah Al Nādir mentioned to me how Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was supposed to Meet a Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart Musalmān girl friend for dinner and would be home shortly afterwards.
I only smiled, but if only I knew the entire story behind their dinner, it may have changed my mind a little.

“Hey is ‘The Voice’ on tonight?” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir asked.

“I believe so,” I answered.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir smiled and turned away from finishing up the first pancake while trying to retrieve a plate from the cabinet.
“I have to go finish getting ready. There is a lot more batter, so start whipping up some more pancakes if you’d like,” Al Waħīdah Al Nādir said to me and walked her way back up the stairs towards Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s bedroom.
Al Waħīdah Al Nādir’s mood was good if Al Waħīdah Al Nādir was glowing.
Today may turn out to be a great day after all.

Chapter 41
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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