Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 35

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 35

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Sabīħah Pervez

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund greedily and started playing with it entirely unashamed of herself.

She undressed me completely.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan promptly undressed Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān completely too.

I undressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan myself.

Now, all we three were entirely naked there.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān removed her hand from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hair and cupping her large breasts started rubbing her nipples against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.

They both moaned in their tongue filled kiss and licked my lips at the sight of their tits pressing against each other.

The difference between them made it even hotter to watch.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s large full breasts with their dark nipples were sliding across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s big perky tits with her adorable pink nipples.

Both women’s hips were rocking and lifting her foot from the floor, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan draped her long leg over Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips and slid closer to her.

I put my hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thigh and began caressing it while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pulled her head back just far enough for me to see her tongue flicking across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān eased back further and pushing her tits up, whispered,

“Please suck them again, thirty four years old young mother in law!”

“Oh sure, Bahū Bégum.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled and immediately lowered her head to suck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s swollen nipple into her mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wrapped her arm around Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s shoulders, and letting her head fall back moaned loudly.

I reached out and began caressing both of their backs.

I marveled at how soft and smooth Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin was.

I slid my hand up under her thick dark hair.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned her head and her emerald eyes looking into mine, asked softly,

Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, would you please like to give your Bahū Bégum a kiss?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked, “A real kiss?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then come, please give me one.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  closed her eyes and tilting her head to the side, parted her lips, awaiting me.

Rising up on my knees and with a feeling of the surreal, I pressed my lips to my Bahū Bégums.

She sighed softly and began moving her lips gently across mine.

I returned the kiss as gently as I could, trying to hold back from driving my tongue into her mouth.

Unlike how she had kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going slower and easier with me, at times her lips barely touching mine.

I put my arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her closer to me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned in her throat.

Opening my eyes and looking down I could see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips fastened to my Bahū Bégum’s nipple.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s eyes were open.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at us with a look of naked lust in her blue eyes.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them to allow her warm wet tongue access to mine.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sighed in pleasure as her tongue probed my mouth and I started moving my hips against the couch, pressing my yearning ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it as I made out with my Bahū Bégum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my wrist and lifting it, placed my hand over my Bahū Bégum’s breast.

I moaned into our kiss as I began to fondle her soft Musalmān breast.

I could feel her hard nipple poking into the palm of my hand as I slid it back and forth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whimpered and the sound sent a surge through my cock.

Taking her nipple between my fingers I began to roll it between them.

“Oh, yes!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered, removing her lips from mine, “Look at the two of you!”

“I think Durgesh should squeeze your other nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ammī!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said and grabbing my hand shoved it down to her tits.

Not that I minded in the least.

I opened my palm and taking her nipple into it began squeezing it with such enthusiasm my fingers were smacking.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me from around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other nipple and then made a show of barely touching it with her tongue.

She blinked at me and taking her hint, I did the same.

I felt her shiver against me and her hands were now on the backs of both our heads.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned over and began tonguing the nipple.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s lips pressed against mine and we shared a quick kiss before she went back to teasing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other nipple.

This time it was my Bahū Bégum I was now staring at.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing down my thigh.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s eyes were on me.
Imitating Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān gave me a mischievous smile that caused my heart to skip a beat and leaned over to share her nipple with me.

“Hmm, now this is family bonding.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  whispered, before her lips pressed into mine.

I accepted her kiss then gasped when her hand dropped off the couch and found my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are fucking hard!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared. “I think your little live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  and your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān are going to have to do something to take care of that!”

“That’s right, Sālīs, you both are idles already.” I said curtly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked at me mischievously.

“Sorry, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I miss a lot of things.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Especially sucking your greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh you can share Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund with me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, groaned, “We are going to pass it back and forth like a lollypop?”

“I’m indebted! Thank you very much, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled gratefully.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started to speak, but her words turned into a long moan as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was once again sucking her clit.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I stared at her exposed Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had a big patch of dark hair at the top, but the rest was smooth.

Like her nipples, the skin of her pussy was darker than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s and I could see her swollen clit peering out from beneath her puffy lips.

I glanced over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, to see her staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her mouth open, her big tits heaving as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still recovering form cumming so hard.

Her blue eyes were locked on Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and her tongue journeyed across her lips as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan   whispered,

“Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Bahū Bégum, you’re fucking hot.”

“Yeah, not bad for a bitchy young Musalmān lady?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked her.

Sitting on the couch she lifted her right leg and draping it over the arm of the couch pointed at me,

“Be a good Hindu, come over here and kiss and fuck a new young Musalmān Choot.”

“Sure, daring.” I said.

“Stand, I want to see you naked when you fuck me.”

Standing I looked over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, “So much for you taking over.” I told her.

“Who cares who’s calling the shots?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said sliding over and with no hesitation grabbing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s nipple and rolling it between her fingers, “You complaining?”

“No.”

“Calling shots?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked, and then moaned when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started tonguing her nipple. “Not sure what you mean, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, but what I know is your live in relationship is a lot more fun than you are so far, do you worry about everything?”

“Should have told her she couldn’t talk.” I muttered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan who was laughing.

“But then you wouldn’t be able to hear me tell you how much I’ve wanted to fuck you.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told me.

“What?”

“You heard me, Durgesh. I’ve wanted to fuck the both of you, especially you! I’ve spied on you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Watched you fucking countless sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, watched you fuck your live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.” She licked her lips, “I started having beautiful dreams about you, but then they became waking fantasies and I’ve gotten off to the thought of letting you fuck me for weeks now.”

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān rolled her eyes. “There’s better dialogue than that in porn. Just let Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel your big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

My aching Uncut Hindu Lund sprang and a trail of sticky pre cum flew from the tip.

“Look at that ever young hard Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  hummed.

“The Uncut Hindu Lund, reserved for me, you naughty girl!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, giggled.*

Street lights illuminated the front of the Spanish type white stucco house.

The red tile of the roof showed up almost black in the indistinct light.

A beautiful lady robot in a green coat answered Sabīħah Pervez’s ring.

Once more Sabīħah Pervez appreciated that Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servant for minimal services.

It claimed it was derogatory to human beings.

The humankind is created by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā for far better purposes.

In the entire HVSI Creations no human being was allowed to serve another human being until it wasn’t a respected job.

The Creations that opposed the very philosophy of HVSI Creations deliberately avoided the use of robots whether lady robots, gent robots or other normal robots that were not humanoid.

Some of the Pseudo Musalmīn Creations outright rejected even the entire robot culture at all.

Sabīħah Pervez was proud of being a citizen of Ved Nagar City State.

“I telephoned Durgesh.” Sabīħah Pervez smiled, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gave me the appointment for this time.”

“I know,” the lady robot too smiled respectfully, “Her Excellency doesn’t need to bother as the Param Purush’s appointment secretary. I’m designed optimum competent to do it, yet…”

Sabīħah Pervez smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t want to let Durgesh meet anyone without her own knowledge.”

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!” the lady robot laughed.

Sabīħah Pervez kept smiling.

She didn’t say anything.

Public ProsecutorNādir Muħammad, might not have liked it.

He claimed he had an open and shut case against HVS Law Internationals representing its client.

“This way, please.” The lady robot guided Sabīħah Pervez, “Your coat, please.”

Sabīħah Pervez slipped out of her coat, handed it to the lady robot.

She followed the lady robot along a corridor floored with lovely expensive green tiles, across the huge living room, mellow with indirect lighting to a study that opened on a patio.

I was seated at the big mahogany working table concentrating intently over a script running on my Computer Screen.

The pages were embellished with several colored alterations.

I looked up as Sabīħah Pervez came in, smiled at her, pulled her on my lap and said,

“Do the hell whatsoever you damn please. But don’t interrupt me for some time.”

Sabīħah Pervez laughed, winked at me and started to undress us both.

Sabīħah Pervez grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and started to play with it more seductively than she usually did.

There was an amused antagonism in her eyes.

That’s what Sabīħah Pervez was.

She loved me.

She had sex with me frequently every now and then.

Yet, she was more faithful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Most of my beautiful Musalmān lady friends, my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners, and even my beautiful Musalmān wives in my other infinite subtle bodies, were also similar in faithfulness.

Except perhaps my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t marry me for incredibly infinite sex I could provide to the beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD married me for my incredibly unique humanity.

She was proud of it.

Sabīħah Pervez kissed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, liked it and then swallowed it entirely in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

She sucked it passionately.

I was habitual of working unaffected while my horny beautiful Musalmān lady friends enjoyed sex with me.

I kept working nonstop as if there wasn’t any disturbance at all.

I bent over the manuscript in concentration so deep that I was entirely oblivious, entirely unaware, of Sabīħah Pervez for the moment.

Sabīħah Pervez ultimately straddled me, grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, positioned it between her now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed.

She was so wet till now that my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund immediately vanished into Sabīħah Pervez’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Sabīħah Pervez sighed her relaxation and smiled triumphantly.

Sabīħah Pervez enjoyed its penetration for a while remaining motionless and then started raising up and down herself ravenously.

I smiled my welcome and thanks at her, remaining still in deep concentration in my manuscript.

Sabīħah Pervez increased her pace and fucked me gracefully skillfully.

No, Sabīħah Pervez wasn’t of my age.

She was a young lawyer instead anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.

I smiled.

“In just a moment I’ll have this one scene licked, then we’ll talk.”

The very lack of expression in my voice told Sabīħah Pervez that my concentration was absolutely genuine.

Sabīħah Pervez understood.

For her, I was evidently a showman.

I never made to conceal the fact that I was sixty six now actually.

I couldn’t prove now that I wasn’t thirty six as my entire papers proved now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, had masterminded it so faultlessly that none could prove now I wasn’t thirty six.

Legally I was thirty six now everywhere.

Physically my ever young body also confirmed it.

A pair of large, tortoise shell spectacles rested on my nose.

I kept my head slightly bowed.

My eyes stared in concentration at the script.

Suddenly, I snatched up a soft leaded pencil from the desk, ad swooped down upon the manuscript in a frenzied attack, scratching out words, scribbling inserts and marginal notations.

I was entirely confident of what I was doing.

There wasn’t even the slightest hesitancy.

I struggled to make my hand keep up with my thoughts.

Then I dropped the pencil, pushed back the script and turned on my smiling thankful eyes to Sabīħah Pervez.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You never need to be. I’m enjoying the waiting more than my work with you. Never mind, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t think you’d get here quite this soon.”

Sabīħah Pervez smiled gracefully.
Chapter 36

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 34

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 34

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

I sat back on my knees not even the slightest paralyzed by the sight of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān standing there.

In front of me, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, sat up and grabbing the sheet pulled it up to her chest.

“Allah, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” she exclaimed, “Don’t you ever knock? Don’t you have any manners at all? Durgesh is your father in law and as such, I’m your mother in law, young or otherwise. Our age doesn’t count.”

“I knocked, but someone was making too much noise to hear me apparently.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered stepping into the room.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, you didn’t lock the door!” I looked sternly at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “What the hell is…”

“At least she has enough sense to cover herself.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pointed at me, “Put that thing away. Will you? I’m your Bahū Bégum, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!!”

I looked down and saw my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was still tremendously hard.

Not just hard, but glistening and dripping from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty four years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Smart, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I’ll give you 10 points…”

“My dear honorable youngest mother in law! You think this is funny?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān demanded approaching the bed, “Well I don’t!”

“You don’t find anything funny anymore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said calmly. “You’ve been pretty bitchy lately.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!” I interrupted.

“Oh, please.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān waved her hand at us, “Like you have any respect for me. If you did you wouldn’t have been doing what you were doing.”

“What we were doing?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled, “You mean fucking? Has it been that long you don’t remember what to call it? We are live in relationship partners. What’s immoral what’s illegal in it, my moralist, Bahū Bégum?”

“Young lady, it’s going to be a long time for you if you don’t watch your mouth.”

She’d stopped in front of the bed and crossing her arms added,

“Well I’ll rephrase that, even if you are my young mother in law you don’t have any right to play me when you are having sex with my father in law. Have you?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I said curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You know, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you are being rude, disrespecting your elders. Just because you’re not getting laid doesn’t mean other women shouldn’t too.”

What are you doing here?”*

“Learning from my elders how to make love successfully.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said.

“Watching us nonstop?”

“That’s right. I told you why.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled.

I looked at her sternly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled ironically.

She stared hard at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still grinning.

What she found so funny, I had no idea.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was wearing a short white robe over the bikini and it was tied loose enough that I could see the inner half of her young Musalmān breasts.

The bottom had flared open to expose her stomach and I could just make out a glimpse of a flash of white material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs.

Her dark hair was dry at this point and looked damn good where it was lying across the white robe.

But as good as her body looked, at this point it was her face I was drawn to.

As corny as it sounded my Bahū Bégum looked hot when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was mad.

Her cheeks would flush and her green eyes would get wide and bright.

She tended to breathe hard.

Her breasts were heaving and I watched them rise and fall wondering what they would feel like.

They were as firm as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s, yet they were heavy and nice and soft and…

“You must be more polite, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from where she was still sitting with the sheet now wrapped around her. “We’re in our room and we were being…”

“Quiet?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed humorlessly, “Please I could hear you yelping like a dog halfway down the hallway! And this time you were in his room! You don’t think I smelled your perfume on my sheets?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” I said curtly. “Exactly what do yourself here for? I myself wanted to…”

“Fuck your girlfriend in your Bahū Bégum’s bed. How is that respectful?”

“We figured the bed could use some action.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes flashed,

“I can get plenty of action, thank you. But unlike you it’s not all I think about.”

“Maybe you should think about it sometimes.” She laughed, “Really Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you’re a pretty woman, you should be…”

“What I do is none of your business, but speaking of doing, you want to tell me what you two were up to in here?”

“Um, I think you saw what we were doing.” I said curtly.

“True.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān put her hands on her hips.

That caused the robe to open completely and I had to force my eyes to stay on her face and not stare at her scantily clad young female Musalmān body.

“Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Bahū Bégum, you look good in that bikini!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whistled, “Most of my friends wouldn’t wear that.”

“But you would, wouldn’t you?”

“Yup!” she laughed, “You’ve seen my little green one.”

“I have.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān paused for a Moment and stared at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan returned her gaze again with a smile on her face.

For a second I thought I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s lips twitch as if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān too were going to smile back, but instead she pointed at me.

“Father in law! You didn’t answer me so let me rephrase the question. Who were you fucking?”

“Um…” hearing my Bahū Bégum say fucking while standing there with her incredible body on full display was more than a little distracting. “I…”

“Um, I!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān mocked, “What?”

I smiled,

“I am with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Can’t you see yourself?”
“Really? Did she change her name recently because all I heard was, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and oh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I love fucking you!”

“That’s why you are here? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted on role playing. I tried my best not to. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me you yourself want it. I met her challenge.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said she had deliberately left the door unlocked. She betted you’d come in.”
“Is it that?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “You like me sucking and fucking Durgesh? Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān likes his big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I was shocked hearing those words in her actual voice.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  twitched.
“It was just a game, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said curtly, “I wanted Durgesh to test you. And you failed miserably.”

“Just pretend would be he’s the pizza guy or you’re a hooker. Just pretend shouldn’t be talking about banging his Bahū Bégum!”

Turning she stared me straight in the eye,

Durgesh, do you want to fuck me?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told you.” I told Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, “it was a game to test you. You lost it.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.

“We only fantasized to bring you out in your true character, you damnfool.”

“Fantasies are things we want to happen.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said quietly, “Durgesh, I think we need to talk then you need to talk to someone because what I heard was disgusting and it makes me feel bad, like I did something wrong.”

“Well look at how you walk around.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan indicated at her bikini, “Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look like you’re ready to star in one of those porn movies.”

“Are you saying I caused this? That I…I’m cock teasing my father in law?”

“Maybe.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grinned sarcastically, “You don’t seem to want to get any so maybe that’s how you get your kicks.”

“Enough!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān snapped, but gathering the robe around her tied it tightly. “I’m going downstairs. I strongly request the two of you get dressed and come down because we need to have a little talk about your sick little games!”

She turned and striding quickly out of the bedroom slammed the door.*

I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“That’s why I was against it.”

“It’ll be okay.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, ran her fingers through my hair. “I’ll talk to you with her we’ll tell her it was a game and it was my idea and…”

“Whatever, “I waved my hand disgustedly. ”Even if she ignores it now, I’ll never live it down. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will never forget this!”

“Maybe Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan snapped her fingers, tossing the sheet aside hopped off the bed and went over to my desk.

“What do you mean?”

Picking up the coin I had attached to the silver chain for our psychology project Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan waved it back and forth in front of me.

“We’ll use this and make her forget it!”

“Are you nuts?” I stood up, going to my bureau pulled out a pair of boxers and another pair of shorts. “That nonsense doesn’t work.”

“You never know.” She looked down and smiled, “Nice ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Yeah?” I paused then asked, “Want to finish? Odds are not good.”

“Nah,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, waved her hand, “Wait until we can play, I don’t want to rush.”

“But…”

“It’ll be fine.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stood up and grabbing her shorts slid them on.

“What about your thong?”

“I don’t feel like wearing it,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  winked as she pulled her tank top on “Or a bra, I’m going to sit and talk to our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, with no panties and my nipples sticking out.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your exclusive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut, remember?” she laughed, “And I think she looks.”

“Come on, our Bahū Bégum isn’t into women, hell she’s not even into men right now.”

“Maybe because she’s shopping in a different store. Anyway.” She held up the stupid pendent again. “We’re going to be just fine this little baby is going to make it all better.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, we’ve tried that on each other and a couple of the kids from class, it doesn’t work.”

“It might on our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She nodded, “I bet she’s really suggestible.”

“Whatever, just leave it here.  I’ll go down and face the music.” I grabbed my t-shirt and putting it on said, “You ready to go downstairs?”

“Oh, I’m ready.” She flashed me a huge smile.

I looked at her nipples poking through her flimsy shirt and tried again, “You sure we can’t catch a real quick one over the bed?” when she rolled her eyes I whined, “I didn’t get to cum and…”

“You just be a good boy and listen to me, and you will cum plenty!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said and without another word strolled past me swinging her hot big Musalmān ass and left the bedroom.

I followed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and wondered why she seemed to think this was no big deal.

She was practically skipping down the stairs ahead of me.

I took my time, trying to figure out how to talk Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān into thinking there was nothing behind what she heard other than a, “hey why not?” Kind of fantasy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached the bottom of the stairs and stood there impatiently with her hands on her hips as I made my way to her.

I saw she was holding the pendent and rolled my eyes.

What the hell was she thinking?

The premise of our report was that hypnosis rarely worked and so far we’d been supporting that theory having not been able to do it with any of our friends or each other.

“Put that thing away.” I told her. “It’ll just make things worse.”

“Oh, ye of little faith!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  laughed, “Remember they say people who want to be hypnotized, can be.”

“And our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, wants to be?”

“I think our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is wound way to tight and wants to cut loose, so you never know she might be open to it.”

When she saw me frowning she shrugged,

“Look, Durgesh, could it hurt to try?”

“I guess not, but how are you going to get her to go along?”

“You’ll see.”

She turned and walked into the living room.

My shoulders slumped in resignation at the embarrassment to come, I drifted in behind her.

“About time.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said from the couch, “Another minute I would have gone up there figuring you were fucking your Bahū Bégum again.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I said curtly, “listen…”

“Oh, no, Durgesh, you’re the one who’s going to be listening and not just to me, but whatever shrink I can find that deals with men who have wet dreams about their Bahū Bégums.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, it was my idea.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said authoritatively.

“No, even if it was your idea he had to want to go along with it.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replied and pointing at the big overstuffed chair across from her said, “Sit right there Durgesh, please!”

“Alright.” I said furiously and sat down as she requested.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, stood off to the side looking around.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked,

“What are you looking at, my young mother in law?”

As she addressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my eyes wandered to her long legs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had tied the robe tightly, but it was short and I could see right up to her young beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.

Her feet were still bare.

“Just looking around,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  said authoritatively. “It’s bright in here.”

It was just after noon and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had all the drapes open.

“Good thing if it were dark you two might start groping each other.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān quipped. “You going to sit?”

she pointed at the corner of the couch.

“In a minute.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told her, “But first I want you to know this whole mess was my idea and your own fault, Bahū Bégum.”

“You said that already and I said if I went along with it then it makes him worse. I am his Bahū Bégum and…”

“That’s the thing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you couldn’t help yourself.”

“Oh, please!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed, “Why is that dear, because he can’t resist your mouth?”

“No need to get nasty Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said calmly. “Thing is Durgesh was under my spell.”

“What?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān shook her head, “Mother in law, you’re a pretty girl, but give me a break.”

“I don’t mean like that, I mean this!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān frowned at the silver dollar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was holding up by the chai.

I sat back in my chair trying not to roll my eyes.

“Isn’t that the coin from your project?”

“Yup.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded, “We’ve been working on hypnosis. Today Durgesh finally relaxed, took it seriously and I put him under.”

Durgesh isn’t feeble minded.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed, waved at the coin, “Try again.”

“You don’t have to be weak minded, you just need to be receptive and let yourself go.”

When Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s answer was that trademark eye roll I was trying to avoid doing, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, persisted. “People who allow themselves to be hypnotized always feel better afterwards because the trance helps them realize what they want, it lowers inhibitions.”

“Really?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pointed at me “So he really does want me?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had just turned it around on her.

But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, quickly recovered and with a grin continued,

“No, but when I was under, I used him being in a trance to get him to play the Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān game to test you.” She pointed at me. “I’d asked him before, but he always said no.”

“Mother in law that is the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

“Tell you what, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, lifted the chain higher,

“Let me try it on you and you’ll see I’m not kidding and then you can just tell me I can’t come over for a while or something, but not disrespect Durgesh because he couldn’t help it, okay?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān looked first at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan then at me.

To my surprise she sat back in the chair and put her hands out in a why not gesture,

“Fine, but when this doesn’t work I’m calling your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and telling him about your sick little games.” She smirked, “Still want to give it a shot?”

“Absolutely.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said with a confident smile. “Can I close the blinds?”

“Why not?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grinned, “I’m sure it will make all the difference.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, walked around the room drawing the blinds.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān focused on me.

“Sure you just don’t want to admit it, father in law? You’ll save your young thirty four years old ever successful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend some trouble.”

“I have no worries at all.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  said as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to her and sitting next to her on the couch turned to face her.

“Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I want you to just stare at the coin while I swing it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan let the pendent dangle in front or Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān and using just her fingers started it moving it slowly back and forth.”

“Is this where I get sleepy?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  smirked.

“No, it’s where you just relax, focus on the coin and think about something you want. Something you want badly.” She paused for a Moment and I noticed Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at the coin.

I watched her green eyes move back and forth and the smirk had left her face.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, do you have what you want in your mind?”

“I…” she frowned, “Not sure it’s…”

“If you see it then you want it, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a soft voice, “You’re beginning to succumb to your subconscious desires so the image in your mind is truly what you desire.”

“Oh.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes widened. “That’s…sexy.”

At those words I found my interest peaked and leaning forward in the chair began to ask, “What do you…”

“Shh!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, waved her hand at me. “Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I want you to keep that image in your mind and relax even more. I want you to think about getting what you want. I want you to no longer be afraid to go after what you desire.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s breathing was getting heavier and even through the robe I could see her breasts rising and falling with it.

“Wrong.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said in a barely audible whisper, “So wrong.” She hesitated, “But I want it so bad!”

The tone she said that in caused my own breathing to become heavier. “You want it, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked,

“I…I need it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered.

“Damn.” I said quietly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, leaned closer and looked into her eyes. “I’m going to ask some questions and you’re going to answer me okay?”

“Yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said in a faraway voice.

“Ask her what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was…” I stopped when she shot me a sexy look.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty eight.”

“Where are you?”

“In the living room on the couch.”

“Think she’s screwing with us?” I asked.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, thought for a Moment then gave me an evil grin.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, how old was you the first time you sucked cock?”

“Eighteen,”

“Did you swallow it?”

“All of it.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Like a good girl.”

“Oh, man.” I said my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  growing between my legs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, have you ever had anal sex?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Ohh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, hummed, “Are you a sexy girl, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I…I got married and I’m a Bahū Bégum and I…I shouldn’t be sexy anymore.”

“But you want to be, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said with no hesitation.

“So, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, looked at me and winked. “You ever been with a girl before?”

“Yes, several.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered.

“Nonsense!” I gasped.

“When?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked.

“Back in college.”

“Do you miss them?”

“Yes…I…I think about women sometimes.”

“Do you play with yourself thinking of them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked as if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān were getting as hot and bothered as I was.

Her face was getting red and she had that sexy little smile that always got me going.

A glance down at her chest showed there was no doubt Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was worked up.

Her nipples were poking through the thin tank top and I could just imagine how wet Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  was.

“Yes, I think about licking pussy while I play with mine.”

“Oh, this is too fucking hot.” I said, “Hey tell her to forget she heard us.”

“Not yet.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said. “I think things are going to get a lot hotter if we leave that alone for now.”

“Hey Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look warm, why don’t you take your robe off.”

“Okay.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sat up and after untying the robe slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it aside.

“Like that view better, Durgesh?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked me.

“I do.” I replied staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sitting across from me in the skimpy bikini.

“Your father in law thinks you are sexy, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.”

“Hey.” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān won’t remember.”

“I know he does.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said softly. “I know he keep an eye on me and looks at me.”

“Oooh!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cooed, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, very much. I love it.”

“No fucking way!” I breathed as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund began to throb against my leg.

“Do you like to tease him? Do you like wearing sexy things like this bikini to get him going?”

“I do. I like that he looks. I like that he thinks I’m attractive.”

“Do you think he fucks me thinking it’s you?”

“I hope he does.”

“You are a sexy girl!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed. “Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you ever see Durgesh naked?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“I…I watched you two having sex.”

“You what?” We both asked at the same time.

“When you were fucking in the kitchen I had come home and watched through the window.”

“You like what you saw?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked, “You like looking at Durgesh’s big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“I did. I thought about it all night.”

“What else did you like?”

“I liked watching you suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Do you think I did a good job?”

“You look like you love it.”

“I do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled, “Do you?”

“Yes, I love sucking cock.”

“So did you…”

“I liked watching you too.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said without being prompted to speak.

“Me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan touched her chest, “You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re a sexy little thing.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered, “And I know you’re nasty.”

“I am.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told her. “I do every sexy little thing Durgesh wants. So have you…have you thought about me?”

“All the time.”

“Really?” I asked.

“I…I think about Durgesh playing with me.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered.

“You want Durgesh?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was no longer smiling, but was now staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her blue eyes wide and bright. “You think about us being together?”

“I…I would love to know what Durgesh tastes like.”

“Man, I wonder if I’m the one in the trance.” I said.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, looked over at me and smiled, “You want to have some real fun?”

“What do you mean?” I asked although I had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.

“She’ll never remember anything, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?” I frowned, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, what if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wakes up?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān won’t.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, grinned, “Remember the little story I was telling upstairs, saying I was our Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān and I had been watching? She really was!”

“Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I began rubbing my aching dick through my shorts. “How far do you think we can go?”

“We’ll see what we can get her to do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said, “At some point her desire should take over I can’t keep telling her every single thing that won’t be as much fun she has to think on her own.” She giggled again, “But we can get her started.”

“With?”

“How would you like to see your Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s twenty eight years old young Musalmān tits?”

“Are you serious?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I think you should show me those big beautiful tits of yours.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told her.

“You really want to see them?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  asked.

“I do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked, “Durgesh does too.”

“Okay.”

I held my breath as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān leaned forward and reaching behind her untied her top.

She let the straps slide down her arms and grabbing the middle pulled it off.

“Oh.” I whispered at the sight of my Bahū Bégum’s beautiful young Musalmān tits.

They were not just big, but nice and round with dark rose colored nipples that looked at hard as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s did through her shirt.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s were a little lower than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s perky Musalmān tits, but were still sitting pretty high for their size.

“Damn, they’re nice.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked as excited as I was. “I think you should show them to us.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cupped her tits and as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had requested lifted them towards her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, licked her lips and I felt the same way.

Even as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  throbbed in appreciation there was a part of me that thought I really was the one Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  had put under, how could I be sitting here in the living room staring at my Bahū Bégum’s tits?

“Play with them.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s words had come out in a breathy whisper and I could see her tits heaving as she began breathing harder.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān started stroking her nipples with her thumbs and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  jumped when she released a low moan.

“You like them?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked me.

“I love them.” I answered,

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly,

Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Do you want me to suck on them?”

“Please?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked her green eyes wide. “I’ve dreamed of it!”

“Oh ye of little faith.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, quipped at me.

I sat there feeling as if I were in a dream as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slid over next to our Bahū Bégum.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  lifted her amazing tits even higher and with no hesitation Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  lowered her head and started tonguing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple.

“Oh that feels so good!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned.

“That is hot!” I said, my eyes locked on the sight of my pretty live in relationship partner’s pink Musalmān tongue caressing our Bahū Bégum’s nipple.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned louder when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped licking and sucked her nipple into her mouth.

She had brought her hand up and was now fondling Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other breast.

I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s hips were grinding into the couch.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān put her hand on the back of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s head and shoved her tit deeper into her mouth.

I heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan moan around it before she removed it from her mouth and eagerly began to suck on the other one.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her eyes closed and her lips parted, moaning softly as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  licked and fondled her tits.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was threatening to burst from my shorts and getting up; I walked over to the couch.

Crouching down on the floor I watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tongue trace a slow circle around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple and asked,

“Can…can I?”

“Oh, you hear that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? Durgesh would like to play with his Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tit! Do you want him to?”

“I want to suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  first.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered.

“But…”

“Mind your manners, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā .” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, now running her fingers through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s hair, “Ladies first.”

“Wow, even in a trance she’s busting your chops.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, then made a show of rapidly flicking her tongue across Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple.

“You’re a lucky boy.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned, “Your live in relationship partner is good with her tongue. I hope you always enjoy it on your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“I hope you’re even better with pussy.”

“Goddamn!” I whistled.

“Now, mother in law, please show me your tits.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, pulling away from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s mouth.

“She’s not supposed to tell you what to do.” I said gravely, “You think she’s coming out of it?”

“No, I told you her desires would take over.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, replied leaning back and grabbing the bottom of her shirt, “Now relax! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!  You’re about to watch your Bahū Bégum suck your young Musalmān wife’s tits!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled her shirt over her head and squealed in surprise when before she had gotten it over her head, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh, look at these!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared rubbing her fingers across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tiny pink nipples. “Such pretty Musalmān tits!”

“Glad you like them.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  moaned, “Why don’t you…”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s words were cut short, by my Bahū Bégum leaning forward and kissing her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan quickly recovered from her surprise she eagerly returned the kiss.

I sat there feeling like I was watching a porn movie as I watched my Bahū Bégum all but devouring Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips in a deep passionate kiss.

I heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whimper and her arms slipped around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s waist.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān kept one hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tit, but slid her other arm around her and ran her hand up through her long blonde hair.

I inched closer so that I was kneeling on the floor between them and was just in time to see my Bahū Bégum shove her tongue into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s mouth.

They both moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began rubbing my cock through my shorts as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wondered if I could start touching and join in.

She put Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hand on my hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled and grabbed it greedily.

Chapter 35

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 33

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 33

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah

Modern Democratic Årabia

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, suddenly smiled to diminish the tension in the atmosphere.

“And I am going to be your hot and horny Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  who secretly plays with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  thinking of your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. The one she saw when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you fuck your sexiest and very beautiful,” she laughed, “As well as sweet and intelligent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched us fucking?” I asked, my cock was hardening more and more.

Well, why the hell shouldn’t it?

Despite her father’s and my every effort to marry her again with any suitable man of her choice, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān expressly refused to do so.

Yet she was still watching me fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Even a dumbass could understand what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān really wanted.

“Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes glazing over with lust.

I loved that look and as bad as I wanted to touch her sat and waited for her to go off on one of her sexy talking tirades.

As always Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to do so.

“That’s right, your horny Bahū Bégum was watching through the first floor window that day we were fucking on the couch. She squatted right there and fingered herself while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, the President of Modern Democratic Årabia, suck on your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! She came right there when you shot your nice hot Hindu load into my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists lick my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass and wished it was hers!”

“Oh, yeah.” I whispered. Lifting my hips, I pushed my shorts down, exposing my hard Uncut Hindu cock in appreciation of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot reporting.

In Modern Democratic Årabia, now it was an integral part of the punishment to the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists that they had to lick clean the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of their own entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies after I fucked them publicly. Even the other interested beautiful Musalmān houseladies could make them to do the same.

They had no right to protest.

“Isn’t it inhumanity in our own part, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated?” I had asked gravely yet politely.”

“Let it be, Durgesh.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sternly, “The beasts have massacred innocent persons in the name of Islam. They must be punished publicly as much, as dastardly, as to terrorize their other colleagues we couldn’t arrest yet.”

“They aren’t so many now.”

“How do you know?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah argued impolitely, “You are our husband, Durgesh. We entire infinite Musalmān womankind are immensely indebted to you. Nevertheless…”

I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah gravely.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah, you are the Home Minister in Modern Democratic Årabia now. You can’t act as irresponsibly now as you could once when you were not on any such important post.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, went on,
“Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you give it to me over the couch, watched you slam your thick ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my tight young Musalmān snatch. She came again listening to me squeal about how deep you were and how hard you were fucking me. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān went to bed that night and dreamed of being on her knees for you. First sucking a hot load from your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund then letting you pound away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“I see.” I said gravely.

“That’s just what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wants to do!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was breathing hard causing her perfect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits to rise and fall with her breaths. “She comes into our room and sees us fucking. She tells you to keep your Uncut Hindu Lund  out and sit down.”

“Then?” I asked, watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan carefully.

“Then, she tells you she saw you keeping an eye on her, watching out the window and I was stroking it to her. So she takes her shirt off,” she cupped her tits and stroked her nipples with her thumbs.

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah, you want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tits, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

“I have a perfect man, I think, haven’t I?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stepped back between my legs.

I yearned to touch her, but knew once Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was in ‘game mode’ I would have to wait until she gave me the okay.”

“I think you should ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I play with your beautiful Musalmān tits?” The words sounded so wrong, but yet sent a shiver through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

“Hmm, I think you left out something, don’t you?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, may I squeeze your beautiful Musalmān tits?”

“Well seeing you asked so nicely, I think I’ll let you.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my hand and all but shoved her tit in my palm.
“That’s it, squeeze on your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tit.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, moaned, “Show her how much you want them!”

I switched to her other nipple and as I started rubbing her now wet nipple with my fingers, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, reached down and grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sighed,

“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are so hard for your Bahū Bégum!”

“Because my Bahū Bégum is fucking hot!” I told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winking at her, “She is teasing me constantly non stop.”

“I’m fucking hot?” playing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed, “Then maybe I should take off the rest of my clothes for you!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unhooked the bra and pulling it off, unsnapped her shorts.

Turning around she pushed them as well as her blue thing down her hips, then bending over in my face, shimmied out of them.

I stared at her tight young Musalmān ass and then smiled when she grabbed her cheeks and spread herself open in front of me.

“How’s Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy look?”

“Damn good!”

“Then ask me.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I fuck your pretty Musalmān pussy?” I smiled impishly.

“You want to fuck my Musalmān pussy?” she shook her beautiful Musalmān ass, “My Hindu scoundrel father in law wants to fuck his Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Hey don’t tease me anymore, Sālī. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

“I like that!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

Leaning forward she braced her hands on the desk and with no hesitation I spread her cheeks and plunged my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot little Musalmān slit.

“Yeah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cried out, “That’s it! Fuck your Bahū Bégum’s young ravenous Musalmān pussy!”

I swirled my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, then slipped it through her soft wet labial lips and finding her swollen clit rubbed it with my hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, look at you! Fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy! What a good father in law you are, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!”

I closed my eyes and envisioned it really being my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, bent over in front of me.

I rubbed her clit harder and bringing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund between her young beautiful Musalmān legs buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Fuck yeah!’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed, “Just like that, shove that  greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours, in and out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! Make your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, cum around your entirely buried ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I drove my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out as hard as I could while tracing her clit in hard fast circles with my it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have been as turned on as I was because I could already feel her young Musalmān ass trembling against my lap as my Uncut Hindu Lund caressed her throbbing Musalmān button.

“Oh, Durgesh,” she groaned, “Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, right there! Look at you making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel so good! You keep fucking and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will give you a treat, would you like that?”

“I’d love it!” I moaned into her hot wet Musalmān flesh.

“I bet you will because if you make me cum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is going to suck on your nice hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! Would you like that? Would you like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to give you a blow job? Want her to get on her knees and Oh fuck yeah!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed and began thrusting her hips, driving her Musalmān pussy on around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her legs tightened up and as her pussy contracted around my thrusting Uncut Hindu Lund, she released a long loud wail that made me glad the air was on and my window was shut.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan writhed on my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing her quivering Musalmān pussy on around  my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was twitching between her beautiful young Musalmān legs as she continued to speak even as she came.

“Oh, you’re making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cum for you! Oh, I am going to be so good to my Hindu lover! Oh, I can taste my Hindu lover’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth already!”

Damn that sounded good!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped speaking and after a couple of long drawn out moans, she sank down to her knees.

She rested her head on the desk.

Her back was heaving as she tried to catch her breath and I sat back, patiently awaiting her promise.

Goddamn this was so fucking hot and she hadn’t even gotten to sucking or fucking me yet!

“Wow, you made your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān come hard!”

Remaining on her knees, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned around so that ‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was kneeling between my legs.

Grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund she looked me in the eye.

“Tell Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what you want.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I whispered and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shiver in excitement, “Sālī, Bahū Bégum, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Least I could do.”

I thought Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going to go slow and tease, but instead Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened wide and took my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund all the way down to my balls.

I cried out in pleasure then moaned when she started sucking me fast and hard.

I grabbed the back of her head and began guiding her beautiful young Musalmān mouth up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and moaned, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, oh that feels so good!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan released my cock with a wet sucking sound,

“You like how Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sucks your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund? I hope so because I love sucking your Uncut Hindu cock and want you to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

She began to drip down my shaft she took me deep once more and began sucking my cock like it was a race.

‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was making sloppy slurping sounds and when she reached between my legs and started rubbing my balls I whispered again, but this time with more feeling behind it.

“Oh fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I groaned, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God, you can suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! I..,” I gasped when she started taking me deep with every bob of her head, “Oh, God, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! Oh you want to make me cum fast for you don’t you?”

She popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to say,

“The faster my Hindu husband cums the faster he can fuck his Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, immediately went back to sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund like a porn star while teasing my balls with her nails.

My legs were shaking and grabbing her hair in my hands I started using it as handles yanking her head up and down my cock.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was moaning and her hips were grinding as she blew me and I tried to keep her going as she had me.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look so good with your Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Lund in your pnm Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, oh look at you being my sexy little Musalmān slut! You want to take every drop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? You want me to cum in your slutty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan took me down to my balls and began shaking her head back and forth while squeezing my balls.

“Yes,” I moaned, “I’m going to cum for you, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I…hey!”

“I’ll suck you off another time, but right now your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, needs that big fucking ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young thirty four years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

Getting up she turned and crawling up onto the bed, wagged her beautiful Musalmān ass at me.

I got in the bed behind her and grabbing her hips I drove my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund deep into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s incredibly wet Musalmān pussy.

I started fucking her fast and hard.

“That’s it Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fuck me! Give your bitchy Bahū Bégum what she deserves!” she cried out. “Oooh!”

“You like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Durgesh?” she looked over her shoulder at me and I smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s face was flushed and her eyes bright with lust as I fucked her as hard as I could.

“I hope you like fucking your Bahū Bégum because, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m going to make you fuck me every night! Would you like that? Would you like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān all the time?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck yeah! My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the best Musalmān Choot my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund needs now! You’ve teased me very much, already, beyond every limit whatsoever.”

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I love it! Your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is going to fuck you everywhere! The shower, the pool! Honey, your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s going to take you out and blow you right in the car! I’m going to… Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God!”

I gasped and started fucking her harder and she called out, “Durgesh, stop! Please!”

I figured this was part of the game and called out, “You know you don’t want me to stop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! You know you want me too…”

“I said stop!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried out and pulled forward.

Looking down at her, I began to ask what was wrong when I froze at the sound of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s voice.

“You heard your Bahū Bégum, Durgesh, stop!”

I looked up and I smiled triumphantly.

Standing in the doorway was my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān herself.

Chapter 34

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 32

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 32

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

I carefully moved the curtain and peered down into the backyard.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still in the pool, but was no longer swimming.

Instead, and much more to my liking, she was lying on the floating raft catching some sun.

I wanted to move the curtain further to get a better look, but Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had put her sunglasses on.

I would assume her eyes were closed, but didn’t want to take a chance getting caught. After all it wasn’t like there was anything else out there I could say I was staring at.

Nonetheless my limited vantage point provided me enough of a view to admire my Bahū Bégum‘s age defying body.

At twenty eight, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was as hot as any teenager Musalmān girl, maybe even hotter because she was older and still looked that good.

With that age would come the experience and confidence of a hot young Musalmān lady, the kind I loved to have suck and fuck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

In my Bahū Bégum’s case something else that would go along with that age would be a lot of enthusiasm and pent up frustration.

I’d over heard her telling a friend over the phone that she hadn’t gotten laid in six months.

In one sense that was damn hard to believe considering how attractive she was.

On the other hand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had been nothing short of a raging Musalmān bitch the last few months, riding me about pretty much everything.

I’d made that point to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan a couple of days ago and she agreed; saying what my Bahū Bégum needed to help her chill out was good hard fucking.

“Fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān yourself, otherwise be prepared for her external extramarital affair.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised me gravely.

Naåīmah, please! Stop your Bahū Bégum movement.”

“My Bahū Bégum movement? Don’t tell me you don’t understand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is herself trying to seduce you.”

My perpetually horny girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, had then gotten a good hard fucking from me and despite how hot and kinky Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was, I’d caught myself thinking about giving those long hard strokes to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

Nonsense!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  was still affecting my sexual life tremendously.

I was sure there was no shortage of men that would be willing to give Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what she needed so I had to assume it was her choice not to be getting any.

Aside from being a little gun shy about getting close after Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s husband had passed on three years ago I wasn’t sure what her problem was, but it’s not like I could ask her.

It might give her wrong impression that I myself too was interested in her sexually.

I had advised her father, Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān,

“Why don’t you remarry her? She is twenty eight years old only.”

Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.

“They are afraid of you.”

“What?”

“There are rumors that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān married your Musalmān stepson so that she could live with you. She actually loved you.”

“Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān Sāħab,” I smiled ironically, “You aren’t born yesterday. If you hire some reliable Detective Agency to investigate those rumors you’d find all of them ill inspired. Our enemies spread them. Don’t allow them, please, to destroy your daughter’s life.”

Below me, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān raised her arms over her head and stretched lazily.

I forgot everything else and stared when she arched her back, pushing her tits out.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was pretty ample on top and the white bikini -which few women her age would even think of wearing- did a damn good job of showing them off.

The cups left a good portion of them exposed and the white material looked good on her tanned flesh.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s stomach was still flat from the stomach crunches she did every morning.

Those crunches not only served their purpose, but were something that lately I had been trying to make sure I happened to be around when she did them.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips widened out just enough to give her a nice figure and her legs were long and kept in shape from her years as a dance instructor.

After a quick trip down those long legs which included a lingering stare at her well toned inner smooth Musalmān thighs, my eyes, by default, sought out what was between those thighs.

I controlled myself immediately.

The bottom of the suit was as revealing as the top and consisted of a thin strip of white material that didn’t cover a lot more than what it absolutely needed to and was held together with strings tied at her hips.

I rubbed my fingertips across my thumb imagining that string between them.

I’d slowly pull it, untying it and watching it fall away to expose my Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

All of my opponents suspected I was already fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

Her husband objected it.

Therefore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān conspired to his death.

The authorities kept mum because they were silenced with immense bribery I provided to my ‘live in relationship partner’, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

There were a lot of things wrong with those obscene words used in that order, but I’d gotten to where I didn’t really care.

Fantasies were fantasies and there were enough Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān Durgesh stories and videos all over the net to tell everyone  it was more common than people would like to admit.

So when these sexual thoughts about my Bahū Bégum started a few months ago after stumbling onto a porn site featuring Bahū Bégum Durgesh scenes I didn’t resist them, just kept them to myself.

My resistance to it was worthless and had spread those rumors more than otherwise.*

Even keeping an eye on her, I couldn’t deny I was enjoying myself and it’s not like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān knew.

Although I had to admit it would be even hotter if she did.

To find out she wore those tiny bikinis to make me look and walked around in those little shorts and tight tops to tease me.

I could never understand why all of them did it.

If they wanted me, I was always available to everyone.

I stopped thinking.

Was I really?

Didn’t actually I resist to everyone of them?

Yes, today I have countless of them my live in relationship partners.

But it was because they adamantly insisted to be so.

Why did I always try to tell them my real age?

Did it make any negative difference to them?

Wasn’t it a fact that the more I was ageing the more lustful for them I was?

The more I fucked them the more I lusted to fuck them.

Before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Kħadījah Muħammad was there as crazy to fuck me everywhere as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was today.

Yet even Kħadījah Muħammad had admitted to me,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are utmost wonderful. You keep fucking me more and more wildly even after I want some rest in between. You are simply incredible. I think you don’t even live on oxygen. You live with your Uncut Hindu Lund in a Musalmān Choot buried entirely.”

If it was true, and I knew it was true, why misguiding them that I’m ageing?

It wasn’t any negative thing for them not even slightest.

It was actually a positive information for them instead.

Below, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān lifted her leg and bending it, scratched the top of her foot.

My eyes locked onto the thin strip of material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs with the vision of lying between her legs and sliding it to the side.

I would gladly break all of society’s rules and eagerly fuck her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would rest her leg on my back and moan my name as if I were any other lover she’d had.

But I would be her best lover because the taboo of it would create a level of lust she could never match with any other man.

The fact that we shouldn’t would cause us to fuck like animals, to show we didn’t care what the rules were.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān straightened her leg, then after a Moment rolled over onto her stomach.

I couldn’t have asked for more.

As good as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān looked from the front, her ever beautiful twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was the feature that absolutely drove me wild.

I teased myself by letting my eyes wander from top to bottom.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her long dark hair up, exposing the smooth bronze skin of her back.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in my hand at the thought of running my lips down her soft sun warmed Musalmān skin; trailing my way down to that amazing Musalmān asscheeks.

The bikini bottom wasn’t much more than a thong in the back, giving me a good view of her tight little heart shaped female Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s beautiful Musalmān ass showed off the effects of her years of dancing as well as her legs did.

Not that I had ever had the chance to get my hands on it, but her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass looked firm enough to bounce a quarter off of.

I could only imagine what it would be like to squeeze it and spread it open, so I could plunge my never satisfied ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān ass, then her more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved it when I fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass on her constant insistent persistence.

I wondered if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would have that same high pitched squeal as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  did.

A grin appeared on my face when I thought about the even higher pitched sound Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan emitted when I fucked her in her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

That led to thinking of committing the ultimate taboo of giving my Bahū Bégum a little back door action.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would lift that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the air and after slamming her hot wet Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  and getting it nice and wet; I’d slide it up and push it into her undoubtedly tight little Musalmān rosebud.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  had settled down on her stomach.

I focused completely on her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Picturing her rising up on her knees and inviting me to fuck her.

She’d look back over her shoulder and tell me to fuck her harder.

Even in the heat of my thoughts I could hear her doing what she had been doing a lot lately and telling me I wasn’t listening to her.

“Allah, Durgesh, can’t you even fuck me right?”

I’d start fucking her harder and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would give me that trademark eye roll I’d been watching my entire life.

“I said, fuck me! Do I have to do what you usually make me do and do everything myself? Now fuck me!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would cry out,

“Oh it’s about time you fucked your Bahū Bégum like a man, now slam that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours  in deeper, come on Durgesh, be a good Hindu lover and fuck your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

Even though her words were coming from my own mind, they caused me to moan softly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from behind me.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God, Durgesh, mérī Jān! My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you really do want to fuck your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”*

I turned around to see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  standing there, grinning at me.

“What are you talking about?” I watched her gravely.

Durgesh, I came in the front door five minutes ago. I looked in the back and saw your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān in the pool and figured I would just head on up here.” She pointed at the window, “There are woods on two sides of the yard and the next door neighbors are in their eighties. So unless you’re whacking off to trees or you got a thing for old ladies in walkers, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is the only thing out there.”

She folded her arms and cocked her head at me as if daring me to dispute it.

Even as my mind raced for some type of explanation, I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was on the cheerleading squad at URI and was totally a stereotype of one.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was tall, blonde, blue eyed with an athletic body that featured a set smallish, but perfectly shaped Musalmān tits, and a pair of long legs that rivaled my Bahū Bégum’s as the nicest I’d ever seen.

It dawned on me even as my eyes lingered on her perky Musalmān  tits that things were starting to get out of hand when I was comparing my Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend’s body with Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s.

Better even than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s pretty features and killer female Musalmān body was her sex drive.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was a total freak, a Musalmān girl who fucked me more than most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her own age and loved to play out everything she saw.

Nothing was off limits for her oral, anal, etcetera, she loved it all and added extra thrills by introducing me to her favorite game; Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, loved for us to play out porn videos or pretend to be different people and I pretty much had learned to love everything she did because it was always one hell of a good time.

Even better was the fact Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was as sweet as she could be slutty for me exclusively and I had no doubts Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was my freak too.

I had no worries about her fooling around on me.

She knew the same as I told her-and wasn’t really kidding- that if nothing else I couldn’t handle more than her.

There was nothing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  wouldn’t do for me and even with that she had occasionally teased me with bringing another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman into the picture.

“Don’t bother trying to deny it Durgesh.” Her words pulled me from my admiration of her “I’ve been standing behind you and I heard what you said,” She smirked, “You want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck you!”

I smiled.

“That’s the normal reaction, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is teasing me herself as you too adamantly did. I can’t be an impotent.”

“Well it’s not like I didn’t already know.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told me as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to the window.

“What do you mean?”

“Women know things Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Guys are pretty oblivious. Short of ‘hey wanna fuck’ you boys really don’t pick up on much.”

“I don’t get it.” I shook my head.

“No sweetie, you don’t” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  smiled and teased her long nails down my cheek, “But you’re awfully good looking so you don’t have to.”

She gave me a quick kiss and ran her fingers through my black hair,

“I love those pretty black eyes of yours. You have your Hindu male eyes.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Well seeing you like how she looks, you should take that as a compliment,” she laughed, then squeezed my arms. “Keep in shape like her too, I’m a lucky Musalmān girl!”

“I’m a lucky Hindu guy” I told her, “I’ve got the hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent beautiful Musalmān houseladies in the Multiverse.”

“And the hottest Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck next too!” she added.

“Back to that.” I told her, “So how long are you going to bust my balls about it?”

“I’m not. Like I said, I already knew.”

“How?”

“I can see it in the way she looks at you.” She sat on the edge of my desk and giggled, “When we all go swimming Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān spends as much time looking at you as I do myself.”

I smiled.

“That’s what I love you for, your blunt honesty, you blunt sincerity with me. So many of my other beautiful Musalmān houseladies lack that even while they fuck me.”
“Hey it’s okay, you know what it’s like to fuck me and I’ll show you anything you want.” She pointed over at my lap top. “And the last three porn movies we made?” She tapped her chin as if thinking “And I am pretty sure she had dark hair and green eyes.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Not to mention when we’re out on the deck and she drops something you all but fall over to try to get a look at her beautiful young Musalmān  ass when she does.”

“I said okay.” I put my hand up.

“Aww,” she gave me her perfect little pout, “You mad at me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā ?”

“No. Just kind of cautious.”

“Why?” She pointed to herself, “You forgetting who you’re talking to? Last week I let you tie me face down on the bed, spank me raw and fuck me in my Kħātoon-eJannat Musalmān  ass while you insisted not to.” She laughed, “Nothing bothers me, honey.”

“I know, but…”

“And before that you picked me up on the corner and I blew you right there in the CVS parking lot like I was a hooker, the Ever First President of Modern Democratic Årabia your hooker! Imagine.”

“I hate to be that sick minded, you know.”

“I don’t know.”

“Sick.” I sat down on the chair in front of the desk. “It really is, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is so teasing me 24×7 now nonstop that I keep thinking about banging my Bahū Bégum.”

“Can’t bother you too much from what I saw.”

“It really didn’t, but hearing you say it makes me realize it is pretty sick to want to have sex with a Bahū Bégum.”

“Not really.” She grinned, “When I was younger I used to have fantasies about you having sex with me.”

“You did?”

“I used to get off thinking about you punishing me for bad grades by getting on my knees and sucking your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-plus years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“So what happened?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She shrugged. “After a while the fantasies became truth . I never felt bad about them. You can’t help what you think about.”

“If I tried to, would you have let him?”

She flashed that wicked little smile that always caused my Uncut Hindu Lund  to respond. “Why, don’t you know I didn’t leave you another option except to fuck me?”

“Sure. But you still were creative. You wanted me for improving your Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.” I said gravely.

“That’s half-truth ! I wanted you for myself too. I’m not that sacrificing as my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and you yourself are. And I am never ashamed of it, even the slightest.” she slapped my arm, “But really, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, it’s just something people don’t want to admit.”

“So…you think it’s healthy?”

“I don’t know if that’s the word, but I don’t see any harm coming from it. Not unless you plan on it being your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān you tie up and fuck next.”

“Tie up?” I blinked at the sudden visual of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replacing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, on my bed, her ankles and wrists tied with her stockings and her beautiful young Musalmān ass having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund buried entirely. Her Musalmān asshole oozing my Hindu cum.

“Whoa, sorry for doing that to you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said

“No, I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

“You can hurt little old me though?” she pushed her lips back into the pout and the lower one began to tremble, “Please sir! I’ll be good; please don’t put that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass! Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā  please stop it hurts!”

“Wow,” I grinned, my Uncut Hindu Lund swelling in my shorts. “We’ll have not to do that again.”

“We’ll see. It’s more fun to come up with new games.”

“So you’re okay with knowing I…uh, fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes and no.”

“On the yes side,” Standing up, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned to the window and moved the curtain. “Your Bahū Bégum is fucking hot as hell!”

“You think?”

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve been with a couple of girls, but they were girls, out there in that pool is all woman!” she sighed, “I would so love to lick your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s pussy after you’ve fucked her.” She giggled, “I have actually, but in my head when I play with myself.”

“You’ve gotten off to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because,” I gave a low whistle, “My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend stroking her pussy thinking about my Bahū Bégum’s pussy is pretty damn hot!”

“It is, why do think I never said anything about it? The girlfriend always gets to play too!”

She gave me a wink and while I replayed her words in my mind and began to think of all the incredibly hot scenes that it created, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned back to the window.

She had the curtains moved away from the window and I shook off the images of my Bahū Bégum sucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  while I fucked her doggy style.

“Hey get out of the window she’ll see you!”

“So? You think Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would know I’m picturing your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  ass?”

“Damn, I love you!” I laughed.

“You just love me for my sexy mind.” She sighed.

“No, I love you because you’re beautiful and very sweet when you want to be.”

“Aww,” she gave me one of the cute little shy smiles I could occasionally coax from her, “I love you too Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!”

She let the curtain fall and reaching up, undid the clip from her hair and shook her head.

I watched her long blonde hair cascade down her bare shoulders and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  started throbbing at the memory of how that golden hair looked fanned out on my thighs while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān worked me with her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Grabbing her tank top she stripped it off and dropped it on the desk.

Beneath it Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was wearing a light blue lace bra and I could see her hard nipples poking through it.

I glanced at her shirt and frowned when I saw the silver dollar on her persistent insistence, I had drilled a hole into and ran a chain through.

“Hey we need to work on that psyche project.”

“That lame hypnosis thing?” she rolled her eyes. “Tell you what, how about I hypnotize you with these?”

Rather than undo her bra, she yanked the cups down causing her young Musalmān tits to spring free.

I licked my lips at the sight of her big, proud Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts as they popped out.

Her tits were round, firm and her pink nipples were as hard as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You are getting horny!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a deep voice, “You want to fuck on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s pretty titties, then fuck her hot Musalmān pussy!”

I laughed and opened my legs so she could step between them.

She stood in front of me and grabbing my shirt gave it a tug. I pulled it off and tossing it back over my head said,

“Hey you lock my door?”

“Why, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said its okay if we fool around as long as we stay in here and keep it quiet” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked “At least while she’s home, she’d kill us if she knew about the kitchen table.”

“But it’s locked? You said she didn’t know you were here.”

“It’s locked, worry wart. Just fuck on my Musalmān tits will you?”

“Yes ma’am” I cupped her tits and leaned forward, eagerly prepared to fuck on her swollen nipple.

“Yes Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She said, pulling her tit from me and taking a step back.

“What?”

“Call me Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She had that nasty smile back on her face. “That will be today’s game. You’re going to pretend I’m your hot little Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān that you want to do all kinds of naughty things to.”

“She is compelling me to.” I said furiously.

“That’s natural, daring. Don’t blame us beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever. We come to you, we seduce you entirely unashamed of ourselves, because we poorest beautiful Musalmān houseladies never have another option for our survival even. Our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind is never as humane as you are. You are unique, matchless and never replaceable for us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said it so immensely painfully, I was dumbstricken at once.

She was absolutely correct.

Even Bhāratratn Dr. B.R. Ambedkar had reached on the same conclusion:

The Muslim woman is the most helpless person in the world’.

¬Pakistan or Partition of India:

Chapter 10 Social Stagnation Part 1: Pp 226-227 Edition 1990

Chapter 33 

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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