I’m not defeated even yet-1

Posted: July 17, 2010 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, Almas Durrānī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Muħammad, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Rābiyah Altamash, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | 1 Comment

I’m not defeated even yet

Durgesh

Chapter 1

My wife, my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh, daughter and I were tired.

We had hiked all afternoon up the mountain, then set-up camp for the night.

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and I made us a nice camp, well organized, as my wife and daughter prepared dinner.

It might’ve been freeze-dried and instant food, but we all knew it was going to taste like manna from heaven after the long, hard 16-mile trek.

And it did.

We had just finished eating.

We were relaxing in the relatively warm night air around the fire, feeling the ache in our muscles, when the rain came.

It was a cloudburst and forced us to scramble getting our perishables into the large family-sized tent.

The hard rain only lasted for ten minutes or so, but it was enough to soak us all to the bone.

By the time, we were in the tent and buttoned-up against the elements, the rain had died down to a soft pitter-pat on the tent.

It was too late, though, to suit us.

We were all cold, wet, and miserable.

“We need to get out of these wet things as soon as possible,” my wife said, “or we’re all going to catch our death of cold.”

“No argument from me,” I said and my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and daughter chimed-in with their agreement.

“Then let’s get started.” my wife said.

“Sure,” I agreed. “Let me help you put up the divider.”

My wife Almas Durrānī and I unraveled the fabric divider and hung it across the middle of the tent.

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh collected his ‘Ammī in law’ and ‘wife’’s backpacks, put them on the other side and spread out the sleeping bags while we worked.

My daughter Åāýéshah Muħammad, pretty much, just stood around and shivered while dripping a puddle on the floor near the door of the tent.

Durgesh couldn’t help but notice how her nipples stuck out underneath her wet T-shirt and bra.

‘Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , how she’d grown!’ Durgesh must have thought.

It was written all over his handsome, yet full of his open Hindu lust for my extremely beautiful daughter, face.

I smiled.

These Hindus can never improve.

They want to fuck Musalmān Beauties always, irrespective of even the presence of their Ammī and Abbū.

However, I knew my daughter too.

She was a real looker: long blonde hair like silk, nicely rounded grown-up Musalmān breasts, a tiny waist, and a tight perky round Musalmān butt that just ached to be patted by Durgesh.

Once we had the divider up, the girls went underneath to their side.

They started to change, while Durgesh and I stayed on our side and did the same.

“Do you mind if we have the lantern, guys?” my wife asked, “It’s too dark over here to see what we’re doing.”

I picked it up and hoisted it over the divider and my wife took it.

“Thanks.”

She set it down, but it must’ve been against the far wall of the tent because the girls’ shadows fell across the divider.

I didn’t notice at first.

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and I started to change out of our wet clothes.

I did notice, though, that when we both got down to our underwear, he turned away from me.

He wasn’t normally shy in front of me and I wasn’t shy in front of him either.

Then I noticed the shadows on the divider and saw the outline of my wife and daughter.

They were two naked Musalmān beauties.

It was like a soft-core porno flick of silhouettes just three feet from my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and me.

As I stared, I felt Durgesh starting to get hard and I hurriedly turned my back to my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh as he had done to me.

These Hindus can never improve, I told myself.

They haven’t any taqvā in the matter at all.

I knew Durgesh very well.

He had no morals in the matter.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was my own real sister.

Durgesh was her adopted son.

Yet, they were fucking each other now, openly, ever unashamed.

Not only Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, my cousin, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad was also having the same illicit sexual relations with the same Durgesh.

Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad was one more so.

Rābiyah Altamash was one more so.

Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb was one more so.

One can easily understand how many ‘one more sos’ were there.

Apparently, Durgesh was their son, and they were his Ammīs.

Yet, he was fucking all of them, some of them secretly, but some of them even openly, entirely not ashamed of it, even the least.

It was his routine.

It was a normal relationship Durgesh had with his Ammīs (?).

Allah, mérī taubah!

And my own daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī, had chosen Durgesh her own boyfriend.

I was thinking of my wife, Almas Durrānī, how long was she safe from Durgesh’s everravenous Uncut Hindu Penis for elder Musalmān Cunts.

He was used to fuck all the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, once he fucks any one of them.

He had a vast record, with no repentance at all.

I quickly put it out of my mind, as it was not good for my own relations with my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī.

I peeled my wet underwear off, and then put on my jogging pants and a T-shirt.

The dry clothing made me feel instantly warmer, but a chill was still deep in my bones.

“Hey, hon? Did you pack any liquor?”

Usually, we would take along some brandy or whiskey.

Liquid was difficult to haul in a pack, due to the weight, so we’d opt for the hard stuff…more punch for less weight.

It was handy to have if we needed it for first aid, but usually it served as a nightcap and a little touch of civilization on our backpacking trips.

“Yeah, you read my mind.” my wife replied, “It’s in the outside pocket of your pack.”

“Oh, thanks! Make me carry it, huh?”

“The only way to travel, my dear, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī!”

While I was chagrined at having been duped, I was grateful to my wife, Almas Durrānī, when I found four pints of whiskey tucked in around my socks and underwear.

“Wow. You weren’t fooling around. Planning a party or something?” I asked when I found it.

“Well, they forecasted this rain and I thought it’d be nice if we got caught in it. Help warm us up a bit, you know?”

“Us? You mean the kids, too?”

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh, just pulling his T-shirt on over his head, looked at me with eyes as big as quarters.

“Well, I guess a little wouldn’t hurt,” my wife, Almas Durrānī, said. “Do you think?”

“Sure, Dad,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī quickly added, “Durgesh and I are just as cold as you and Ammī. It’s only fair.”

I looked at my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and smiled, “OK. I guess we all deserve a little. It’s been kind of a tough hike so far. But you two be careful,” I said looking at Durgesh “I don’t want to be responsible for getting my own kids drunk. And I especially don’t wanting anyone getting sick.”

“We won’t dad,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzīwhined from the other side of the divider.

I got a bottle out and buttoned up my pack.

As Durgesh turned around, he saw the silhouette of my naked daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī.

She was sticking out her chest and arching her back as she pulled her nightgown on over her head.

Durgesh glanced over at me and noticed I was staring too, but at my own wife, Almas Durrānī’s shadow.

Then I noticed Almas Durrānī’s image bent over her backpack, her large, naked Musalmān breasts shaking as she stuffed clothing down toward the bottom.

Durgesh was staring at her too.

Allah, I couldn’t blame Durgesh this time.

Only an impotent could control him.

Then why blame Durgesh?

This must be torture.

Then I became aware of my own growing erection and sat down before he noticed.

My movement must’ve distracted him because he quickly looked at me and smiled confidently, as he sat down across from me.

“Quite a show, huh?” I whispered.

“No kidding.” Durgesh smiled immediately without any hesitation at all.

I was astonished at his Hindu daring.

He was commenting to a Musalmān husband and Musalmān father that his Musalmān wife and Musalmān daughter were quite a show with their extremely enticing, extremely beautiful, Musalmān nudity.

He even didn’t try to be modest about it.

Allah, why these Hindus behave so always, when it comes to Musalmān Beauties?

Why they are so horny?

Why they are so bold?

I just patted him on the arm and opened the bottle of whiskey.

“Here,” I told him, “You look like you need it, but just a little tiny sip.”

He smiled,

“Sorry, I never use wine.”

“What? Are you mad?” I looked at Durgesh incredulously.

“No.” Durgesh was still smiling, “Actually, I don’t want to be.”

“Wow. That burns.”

“Warms your insides, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Durgesh said smiling.

Then, I took the bottle and swallowed deeply.

Allah, it felt good.

The chill seemed to disappear and it was replaced with a warm, cozy feeling.

Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī, my daughter, came from underneath the divider to sit with us on our sleeping bags.

I handed her the bottle and admonished her not to take too much.

She, too, felt warmed, but didn’t quite like the taste.

Soon, Almas Durrānī, my wife, took down the divider and we had more room to spread out.

We were warmer now and fairly tired, so we took the opportunity to lay across our bags and talk as we drank our whiskey…enjoying the feel of our warm bed clothes and soft sleeping bags.

The kids seemed pretty chatty, an extremely rare occurrence for teenagers, and Almas Durrānī and I were loving it.

I could tell just by looking in her eyes that we were kind of re-discovering our children…or perhaps getting to know them for the first time as the adults they were so quickly becoming.

Either way, it was great and we were both enjoying their company.

Before we knew it, the bottle was empty and I relented to pleadings from everyone to break out another one.

I think we were all enjoying the time and didn’t want it to end.

We were also just starting to get warm enough to forget how cold we were earlier.

Then it seemed like no time when I got out the third bottle.

We were all having a great time passing the whiskey around and talking about everything and anything.

It was obvious the kids felt like adults and they seemed to be coming out of their shells.

I also wondered if maybe they were getting drunk.

Either way, though, it was great to have them be so open with us, a nice and welcome change, so neither Almas Durrānī nor I wanted it to end.

I guess that’s why I don’t even remember getting out the last bottle.

Then again, I guess Almas Durrānī and I were getting kind of lit too.

I eventually concluded that “lit” wasn’t the word for it.

The whiskey seemed to hit me all at once and I realized suddenly that I was three sheets to the wind, practically knockdown drunk.

As I watched Almas Durrānī talking, I realized she was close to blitzed, but doing pretty good hiding it from the kids.

Amazingly, though, I couldn’t tell if our kids were drunk.

Durgesh just jabbered away about college and Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī talked non-stop about her girlfriends and the latest trends they were into.

Then something Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī said caught my attention.

“No Ammī, I’m not that kind of pretty, I mean, the kind boys are really interested in. Durgesh is more than enough for me. He is a thousand, or even more, men, alone. I’m not enough to satisfy him. I always fail. And therefore, I always surrender and love him very much. I suggest you to try him.”

I was suddenly all-alert, despite my immense intoxication.

What was it happening?

My daughter was suggesting her Ammī, to try her Hindu boyfriend.

No fear that I’d slap her.

Allah, Hindus make Musalmān Beauties too, shameless.

I couldn’t believe it was my own daughter.

“Of course you are.” Almas Durrānī, my wife, replied, “You’re a gorgeous Musalmān girl. I’m sure all the Hindu boys find you attractive. You have beautiful blue eyes, lovely hair, and a terrific figure. Don’t you think so, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī?”

Thankfully, I was listening.

“Yeah!” I said a little too quickly, “Jeez, Åāýéshah Muħammad. Get a clue. You’ve turned into a very sexy Musalmān girl and any Hindu boy that has you, should be damn grateful.”

“Oh, Abbū. You’re drunk.”

“That may be.” Everyone laughed as I laid down on my back and folded my hands underneath my head, “But I still think You’re one hell of a hot Musalmān babe.”

There was an awkward silence as Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī blushed and looked away.

I couldn’t help but notice her large, round Musalmān breasts heaving underneath her cotton nightgown as she breathed heavily.

I was right, Allah, damn it.

She was hot and there was no doubt about it.

Durgesh was lucky that he fucked her.

What if she was my daughter?

She had a Musalmān Cunt too, nevertheless.

And she had every right to let Durgesh fill it with his Uncut Hindu Penis.

What if Durgesh is a Hindu?

My daughter should always get what she wanted.

After all, she was my daughter, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī’s.

Wasn’t she?

“What about me?” Durgesh asked, “Musalmeen don’t like that Musalmān girls like me, do they?” he whined.

Yeah, my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh was kinda drunk.

Kinda drunk!

NOT drunk.

He was intoxicated with the nudity of two Musalmān Beauties.

But you gotta hand it to him.

He was not gonna be left out of the conversation.

He’d make his own way…even if he had to appeal to female pity.

Smart kid.

“No baby,” his Ammī in law, my wife, Almas Durrānī, cooed, “Come here. Sit next to me you handsome Hindu devil. You need some lovings.”

Durgesh scooted over next to his Ammī in law and leaned into her outstretched arms.

I couldn’t help but notice he rested his Hindu face right on her nightgown-covered Musalmān breasts.

If I weren’t so drunk, I’d almost swear he smiled at me.

Perhaps telling me,

“Sālé, Musalmān, térī béŧī ko to main chod chukā. Ab aaj térī bīvī ko bhī chodkar dikha doonga, térī apnī ānkhon ké sāmné. Agar Vāqaī apnī Musalmān Ammī kā doodh piya hai, to mujhé rok kar dikha. I challenge you, impotent!”

Chapter 2

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96. A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

118. They conspired against me

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ 16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25

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1. ‘According to facts’: ‘Yaathaatathyatah’

2. According to Hinduism: We must be polite, not coward

3. Aheism can’t win Hinduism/Ved

4. Casteism is NOT an intgral part of Hinduism:’Samaanee prapaa sah vonnabhaagah’ ”Same drinking same share of food.’

5. Hinduism builds its society on SUKR’TS/Noble doers:’Imaam naareem Sukr’te dadhaat’

6. Hinduism is PRINCIPLES BASED , not PERSON BASED

7. One should not wish to die: Ved hates death

8. RELIGIOUS DEMOCRACY in Hinduism: Ekam sadvipra bahudhaa vadanti

9. Sanyas is not the goal of Hinduism

10. Sati tradition was an Aasur Tradition, not Vedic at all

The everbest wives: 13

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The everbest wives

Durgesh

1. No Hindu, Please!

2. Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

3. I do hate hypocrisy

4. In the Moonlight

5 . I still love, Durgesh, with immense pride

6. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me

7. She loved me all along

8. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

9. She needed me extremely

10. Hell, I Revolt

11. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

12. Now entirely secured and safe

Chapter 13

The women in my life

It was Saturday.

Our Multiversity had closed at 11.30.

As usual, I did not get into my car.

Instead, I got in to the Cycle Rickshaw that headed towards the Ålīgađh Muslim University where Åārif Muhammad’s elder sister was studying.

Her University was to be closed at 12 noon.

I reached there by about 11.45.

While waiting for her I took out the two books given to me, stealthily, by my friend Åārif Muhammad that day morning.

One of the books was an album containing photographs of Hindu men- Muslim women- couples fucking.

The other one was a storybook.

While looking at the photographs, I got excited and my Uncut Hindu Prick was slowly becoming erect.

My Hindu face became flushed.

I put my Multiversity laptop on my lap to conceal the lump showing at my Hindu crotch.

The rickshaw puller had gone to the nearest teashop for tea.

He was also a Muslim.

I felt that if I indulged in looking at the pictures any more, I would certainly ejaculate.

I hate to ejaculate except into a femle Musalmān hole.

So I closed the book, put it into the bag, and took up the storybook.

Before I could span a few pages, the bell rang.

I closed the book and keenly watched the exit of the University to spot my darling, Muħammad’s sister.

There she was as sexy as a doll and so lovely, coming towards the rickshaw.

A glimpse of her will give a Hindu male of any age a thrill down his spine.

She is so sexy and lovely; I am in love with Muħammad’s own sexy sister.

And she was in love with me.

For outside world, we are brother and sister.

But inside the house, and in our own room we are more than a husband and wife,

Are you surprised?

Don’t be..

I have the same relationships with the most of my Musalmān friends’ houseladies.

And they were countless already.

I didn’t care to count them too.

They loved it very much, even if their men relatives hated it, if knew or suspected.

Read our story and you will understand.

I was about 14 at that time and was studying in the 9th standard and my friend’s sister was 16 and was in the 11th standard.

Two years elder to me.

They both were the only children of their lovely parents.

Their family was a middle class one and their father was 40 and an officer in a bank.

Åārif Muħammad’s Ammījān was just 35 and stunningly beautiful.

They both fell in love and married against their parent and relatives’ wish.

So they are now settled in this town.

Åārif Muħammad’s father had bought a nice bungalow in the outskirts of the town where there was no congestion.

For our Multiversitying Åārif Muħammad’s father had arranged a cycle rickshaw to take us both in the morning and bring back home in the evening.

Åārif Muhammad’s elder sister, Nafīsah Muħammad; and myself had a room in the upstairs while their parents occupied the other room there.

We had to ride the rickshaw for about 30 minutes to reach the Multiversity.

“Hi boy, waiting for long?” asked my friend, Åārif Muhammad’s elder sister Nafīsah Muħammad, on reaching the rickshaw.

“No, Bājī,” I replied and smiled at her.

I found her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cheeks blushed, and her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān eyes shining, and was wondering what made her look so blushed.

Åārif Muhammad’s elder sister, Nafīsah Muħammad, kept her right leg on the rickshaw platform to climb it.

While doing so, she discreetly pulled up her skirt in such a manner that her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs up to her panty-covered Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was fully visible to me.

In a flash, she mounted the rickshaw and sat by me smiling mischievously.

This is but one of her numerous tricks, to tease me I knew.

When she sat by my side, her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body odor pierced my nostrils, and made me hot.

Knowingly, she acknowledged my excited condition and still smiling mischievously, asked me,

“Why brother, you look flushed and your eyes are red, what is the matter?”

“You know Bājī, my friend Åārif Muhammad has given me two hot books, and while waiting for you, I was going through them. Then you showed me your panty and now your sweet smell makes me all mad like hell.” I smiled back at her.

The rickshaw started moving…

We were talking in a whisper, which the rickshaw puller cannot hear.

She was seated to my right, and holding her books to her chest with her right hand, she lifted her left hand to hold the hood of the rickshaw to balance while it was moving.

I turned to her side and saw her smooth fleshly armpit thinly covered with perspiration and her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān odor from there, hit my nose straight.

My Uncut Hindu Prick now had stood uptight, lifting the bag on my lap.

This was yet another way of hers to tease me, because she knnew well that her armpits excite me beyond limits and her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body odor drives me mad.

She watched me through the corners of her eye.

She fell back on the seat and still holding the hood and pressing her books on her evererect Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts .

The jolts of the rickshaw made her rub her evererect Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts with books.

As the rickshaw turned a corner, I feigned falling on her, placed my face on her armpit and inhaled her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān odor , licked the lovely Saåūdī Årab Musalmān flesh and bit her hard.

She was squealing with pleasure calling me a brute.

“What a brute you are Durgesh. See, you have tickled and bitten my arm pit. It is smarting”.

“When you tease me, ‘my darling’—Bājī, that is what you get. Tell me honey, you act naughty today. What happened?”

“You know my dearest friend Naåīmah Aħmad, was narrating an exciting incident at her home last night. That made me hot . know what, I am all wet down there”.

“Really Bājī darling, what did you hear so exciting?”

“Her uncle, her Ammījān’s younger brother had come down from Mecca it seems and last night he took her Ammījān and herself to a movie. In the hall itself, her uncle’s friend, Ānand Mohan Sharma, started playing with her Ammījān and later that night her uncle, Ānand Mohan Sharma, had fucked her Ammījān.”

“Sālī Bājī, Uncut Hindu Prick Lover!” I winked lewdly at her.

“And youuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt Lover! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! You are calling me name?” Nafīsah Muħammad also winked at me, in return, equally lewdly, “You all Uncut Hindu Pricks are crazy for our Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunts. Even your Ānand Mohan Sharma uncle too. Why otherwise he is here, every now and then?”
I smiled with pride.
“When Naåīmah Aħmad narrated this incident in detail to me, I became highly excited.” Nafīsah Muħammad continued, “ and my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt became oozing wet. Naåīmah Aħmad also told me that later on, her Ānand Mohan Sharma uncle made love to her, while her Ammījān was watching. You know her Abbū is away from the country.”

“Lucky girl that Naåīmah Aħmad is. It is really exciting to hear her experience. I wish I fuck you and Ammījān on the same bed. I am also hot after seeing the books.. Honey, Bājī darling, I want you badly. Let us go home and have a sound fuck, okay?”

“Oh sure brother. My Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt is also itching and while talking to you my juices are dripping.”

Suddenly a sound came and our rickshaw started limping.

One of its tyres had gone flat and we were hardly about a furlong to cover to go home.

There was no repair shop near by, and so we got down from the rickshaw and decided to walk home.

The rickshaw puller pushed his cart to the town.

We started walking.

“Brother, Durgesh, why don’t you come behind me? You can have my sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān rear view.” Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī told me smilingly.

I thought it was a great idea, and allowed her to walk in front of me.

The road was deserted and houses were scattered.

I walked slowly behind Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī and watched her beautiful lovely, gorgeous, broad, fleshy, stunning, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks swinging.

Oh dear, what a view it was!

Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī had nice round shapely buttocks and the way she swings her hips and rotates her globular buttocks, will make a dead man’s Uncut Hindu Prick stand upright.

She knows the beauty of her lovely, gorgeous, broad, fleshy, stunning, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and uses it to rouse me up.

Her lovely, gorgeous, broad, fleshy, stunning, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks just resemble that of her Ammījān’s and she likes me to admire her lovely hind.

As we walked some distance, she gave me an exciting view of her hips and buttocks play, which was too much for me.

I reached a breaking point and ran up to her. ” Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī, you are killing me.Let us hurry home”.

“Is it that bad, Durgesh darling?”
“Ya, you will know when we go home. Wait and see.”

We reached home to find her Ammījān had gone to attend a lunch at her friend’s place.

Only the cook was home, cooking the lunch for us.

She informed us that it will take some more time for the lunch to be ready.

We said it was ok with us as we have some homework to finish first.

We rushed upstairs.

The Moment we reached our room, I kicked the doors shut not ever bothered to lock it as I was very hot.

We threw our books on to the bed, and Iimmediately embraced Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī to my Hindu body and kissed all over her lovely, stunning, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face.

She also tightly held me to her hardened breasts pressing on my Hindu chest.

She held my thigh with her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs and rubbed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt over it.

After kissing her mouth and chewing her lips and tasting her tongue I released her.

She went up to the bed and putting her knees at the edge, knelt over the bed, as if she was going to pick up something from the other side.

Once knees were firmly placed on the bed edge, she hiked her skirt over her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks showing me her lovely round buttocks enclosed in a flimsy nylon panty.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt bulge was tightened by the panty and I could see her panty over her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt fully wet.

I rushed to her and buried my Hindu crotch deeply in her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and arse.

Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān odor coupled with the smell of her juice and perspiration made me reel in my head and she licked my Hindu lips madly, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Prick at the same time.

I moaned with pleasure and Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī urged me to take away her panty.

I kissed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and buttocks, bit her fleshy buttocks and inhaled deeply her musky exciting odor.

My Uncut Hindu Prick shot up like an iron rod and I freed it from my shorts.

Holding her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs firmly, I started feeling her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt over her panty and removed it.

Her lovely, gorgeous, broad, fleshy, stunning, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks gave me a thrill.

In the crevice dividing the buttocks was her virgin female Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole, like a flower bud which I plan to take some day.

Beneath was her hairless Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

The lips were wet.

I caressed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, arse hole and buttocks for a while and bent to kiss her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I opened her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips with my Uncut Hindu Penis and thrust it into the hole hunting for her clitty.

I took her miniature clitoris with my Hindu Prick and teased it.

She gave a violent push with her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt trying to dislodge my Uncut Hindu Penis and was loudly moaning with pleasure.

I rubbed her clitty with my Uncut Hindu Penis and touched her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān piss hole with my Hindu piss hole.

Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt fragrance made me still hotter and while I continued to kiss her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt thoroughly, I was caressing her arse hole and buttocks with my free hand.

She rotated her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks as if in a motion of fucking and was jabbering.

“Ah, Hindu boy, you are driving me mad . yes go on kiss my lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vulva darling … oooooohhhh that is it. Bite my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt lips and thrust your Uncut Hindu Penis deep, darling! Bite my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, honey, ah yes that is the go on.. still harder there.. now tease my clitty, darling. There there.. oh I am coming, you Hindu fucker! there my juice is coming ooo hhh. Have it darling, have your Bājī ‘s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juice on your everstrong Uncut Hindu Prick …ahhhhh..”

Letting out her thick Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juice, she rotated her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and pressing my back on to the bed beneath her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, collapsed.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was palpitating and I could feel her arse hole also vibrating.

I received her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt juice on my long Uncut Hindu Penis, up to the last drop, and pulled out it.

She was lying there spread eagled on the bed, her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān eyes closed, mouth open and her breath coming in gasps.

She was naked below her waist and as she was lying on her stomach with her left leg pulled up, her glorious Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, arse hole and buttocks were enticing.

My hardened Uncut Hindu Prick needed friction badly to emit its boiling Hindu juice and with deep intake of air, I was trying to ease the excitement in me.

My hands were itching to grasp her round buttocks.

I unbuttoned my shorts and under wear and I massaged my balls.

My pre-emission juice formed a droplet at the mouth of my Uncut Hindu Penis.

After a few minutes, Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī woke up and as if she had woken up from a deep slumber, gaped at my stout Uncut Hindu Prick, wetting her lips.

She jumped up and embraced me, holding my Uncut Hindu Prick with one hand.

“Durgesh darling, it was just wonderful. After seeing your lovely Hindu Hindu erection I am getting excited. come on Hindu boy .. your Uncut Hindu Prick must be itching … Come , let us have a fuck.”

I kissed her squarely on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, caressing her springy buttocks and moulding her spongy flesh.

I asked her to kneel on the bed again as I wanted to fuck her from behind.

Immediately she obeyed me and went up to the bed.

Placing her legs apart she knelt showing me her extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān treasures.

I briefly kissed her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and penised her tempting arse hole and drilled it till she was crying out to stop and start fucking.

I inserted my erect Uncut Hindu Prick into her wet extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina, and with one push sent it in full.

Aha what a feeling!

Her juicy warm Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt gripped my Uncut Hindu Prick and I started pumping Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī.

She also pushed her buttocks back and forth and gave me tremendous thrill.

I bent upon her back and putting my hands through her armpits, caressed and squeezed her round, extremely enticing, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts, over her top.

Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī started moaning.

“Oh, Durgesh, how nice. Go on. Fuck me harder, darling. Mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Nafīsah Muħammad ké Hindu Kħasam! Ah lovely. That’s it.”

“Ah, Bājī darling, your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt is tight and warm. There take my Hindu strokes. There is it enough, and here is one more for you.” I was pounding her with my heavy Hindu strokes.

Our excitement mounted and we were on the threshold of spending …

“You Hindu fucker, go on, fuck me harder, still harder, and oh , I am going to cum, you son of a Hindu, Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt fucking Hindu, here I am cominggggggg…..” she grounded her teeth while giving heavy quick pushes with her hips.

I was also about to come and shouted at her,

“You Uncut Hindu Cock fucking Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch, wait for me I am also coming there.Here it is. Take it all. ahhhh..”

It was just at that Moment, I heard someone yelling at us and when I turned towards the door, lo what do I see …?

Her Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, was standing near us.

Her lovely, stunning, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face fully flushed red with anger, biting her lips, she was standing with her hands on her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and shouted,

“You no good children, sinners, get up!”

She could not speak further.

Nafīsah Muħammad was dumbfounded and I immediately pulled out my Uncut Hindu Prick from my friend’s sister’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, and as my juice had not come out, it was painful.

I circled it involuntarily the base of my Uncut Hindu Prick, to plug the sensation.

The Moment I tightened my Uncut Hindu Prick suish.. suish.. out came the juice and I was facing Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb.

It jerked and fell on her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān opened mouth, in dismayed shock.

All this happened within a split of a second.

I got careful, and tried to search for my jacks, as I was fully naked below my waist.

My Uncut Hindu Prick emitted my Hindu Vīry directly into Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb’s extremely shocked, dismayed, fully open mouth, but not became limp still.

Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī jumped out of the bed and smoothened her skirt over her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb could not speak anything and she unknowingly, as if in trance, swallowed my Hindu Vīry, in shock, which fell into her mouth, saying, “Chhee. Chhee.. Lāħal vilā qūvat! Lāħal vilā qūvat! Allah.. Allah, mérī taubah! Allah, mérī taubah!” She went out of the room without a word to any of us, leaving us alone.

We stood there, stunned for a while, and then slowly changed our clothes, could not take courage to go out of the room.

Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī finally told me not to worry and let us face what is going to happen.

After about half an hour we refreshed ourselves and went down for lunch.

We could not eat properly, as our hearts were full of fear.

We did not know what would happen to us.

As the time went on, we studied a little and took our dinner.

As we did not see Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb so far, I asked the maid where she is.

She told us that she is in her room and has told not to disturb.

Then a messenger from Nafīsah Muħammad’s father’s bank, came to collect his baggage, as he was going out of station for 4 days.

I went to the parents’ room and knocked the door.

Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, opened it and immediately I could sense what she was doing.

She was drunk and when I told her the message from her husband, she pointed to the packed suitcase.

I took it and gave it the messenger.

While coming out, I saw a bottle of scotch and half filled glass of whiskey on the teapoy.

A cigarette was emitting smoke in the ashtray and a half opened book probably a sex book as I knew that both the ‘Abbū’ and Ammījān used to read lot of sex books.

I went back and asked her, as if nothing had happened, whether she had her dinner or not, as the maid wants to go away.

Though she did not reply, I could see that the drink had made her soft.

I came out and sent away the maid.

Myself and Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī went to bed and as we were still feeling bad about the afternoon incident, we did not touch each other, and fell asleep each at one end of the bed.

From my deep sleep, I suddenly woke up as something fell on my body.

Thinking it must be Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī putting her hand or leg on me in sleep as usual, I took the object to move away.

I was surprised to feel a thicker leg on my stomach.

I got up and pushed the leg away and saw in the dim light…

My heartbeat was faster and my throat went dry..

Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, was sleeping between Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī and me!

How strange!

For a Moment I did not know what to do.

Then I climbed down the bed and started going out of the room, to go to the toilet.

As I had taken about two steps I heard Ammījān whispering, “where are you going?”

“Oh, Ammī, you are awake? I did not know. I am going to the toilet.”

“Wait, I also want to go there.” Saying so, she climbed down the bed and then I noticed her fully.

Her hair were dishelved.

she was only wearing her bra and saya.

And even in that dim light, she looked absolutely ravishing with her slightly swell face.

While she came up to where I was standing, I noticed she was slightly unsteady, probably due to her drink.

She put her hand on my shoulder and pulling me to her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body walked with me.

I involuntarily put my hand encircling her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks to steady her.

As we walked up to the toilet, her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body was rubbing mine and her one breast was pushing at my face.

My hand felt icy to hold her soft warm spongy buttocks.

We reached the toilet and she put on the light.

She looked extremely lovely in the bright light.

Her hair were disheveled.

Her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān eyes swollen and face flushed.

With her hard breathing, her evererect Saåūdī Årab Musalmān extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts, encased in her bra, heaved up and down.

She looked at me and smiled, and asked me to finish pissing.

I felt hesitant and she came behind me.

Pulling my lungi up to my buttocks, hugged me to her from behind, and asked me to piss.

I felt shy and at the same time I was getting excited also, because of her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body against my back.

I felt her firm extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts at my back and my buttocks snugly fit over her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt..

My Uncut Hindu Prick became erect already and it was difficult for me to piss.

she placed her lovely, stunning, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face on my cheeks and rubbed and said,

“Ah Hindu boy, show me how you piss, I have seen you fucking.”

I could not answer.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was now fully blown to my 9″ full size.

Looking at it, she exclaimed,

“What a big Uncut Hindu Prick you have, son. It is really big for your age. You are only 24. Are you not, darling? How nice.” Saying so she chuckled with her tongue and got hold of my Uncut Hindu Prick.

I tried to avoid but in vain.

I turned to look at her lovely, stunning, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face.

Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, squarely kissed me on my Hindu mouth, and parted my Hindu lips to push her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān tongue in to my mouth.

I felt the stale taste of alcohol and tobacco in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

She caressed my Uncut Hindu Prick for a few seconds and said if you are not going to piss then I will finish my pissing.

So saying, she came up before me, and pulled up her saya over her lovely, gorgeous, broad, fleshy, stunning, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and bent her knees to sit.

What a glorious sight my eyes beheld!

Oh dear, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! her beautiful round buttocks, white as marble, with a brown crevice and puckered arse hole widened my eyes.

My mouth went dry as I looked at her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt from behind.

Her pissing made me still more excited with her pissing sound.

The strong smell of her urine penetrated my nostrils and blood rose to my face.

She took me to her room and asked me to have a drink.

Pouring two glasses of whiskey and juice, she gave me one filled with juice, and took one filled with whisky, herself.

She lit a cigarette and pulled me to her lap and caressed my face and kissed me.

“Tell me, son, for how long have you been fucking your sister?”

Her frank behaviour with me at the bathroom made me bolder and the juice, I was having, still emboldened me.

But I pretended feeling shy and just murmured something.

She continued to ask me,

“Did you not feel it a sin to fuck your own sister? tell me.”,

I wanted to tell her boldly that she was not my sister at all.

I befriended her son, Åārif Muħammad, only to reah his sister, Nafīsah Muħammad, to fuck her, right from the beginning.

But I didn’t said that.

Instead, I put my head down and did not reply.

Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, then pulled up my face tenderly, and looking into my eyes asked me to tell in detail how this affair started.

I made her promise she will not get angry and after that I narrated the incident to her.

“You know Ammī, about 3 months back one day in the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and when I came out of our room I saw light in your room and the door was open. I carefully watched and saw you coming out of the room fully naked. While coming out you put your hands on your head to tie your hair and walked up to the bathroom. I stood rooted to my room and awfully watching your beautiful lovely naked body.”

“I felt a thrill down my spine and my mouth became dry. You were walking with that sexy twist to your buttocks and I became excited watching you. Breathlessly I saw you and watched you sitting and pissing. Then you returned to the room and bolted the door. I stealthily came up to your room and from the window saw inside. Abbū was reclining in the bed with a cigarette. His small, Cut Musalmān Prick, was limp and wet.”

“You went up to him and taking away his cigarette made him lie on the bed and saying something which I could not hear, placed one leg on the other side of his face while your other leg was on the floor and lowered your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt on his face. He got hold of your lovely, gorgeous, broad, fleshy, stunning, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks and started sucking your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt. You just looked lovely, enjoying the sucking with a cigarette in your mouth. Throwing the cigarette away you bent facing his Cut Musalmān Prick and took it into your mouth and started sucking it.

When his cut Musalmān Prick rose up, you went and impaled your Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt on it and started fucking. All these things made me so hot and my Uncut Hindu Prick became rock hard. I could not wait any more. While watching you two, I ejaculated. You went on fucking Abbū nicely and he squeezed your hanging extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts, and you both talked lustily and freely, used the filthy words. When the fucking was over you fell on him. By that time my Uncut Hindu Prick had became erect again and I returned to my room to see Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī sleeping soundly.

Her saya was displaced. Her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs and Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt were fully visible. There was a sparse growth of hair on her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt. In my excited state I did not mind anything and burying my face in her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt started kissing it and caressed the lovely Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Slit. Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī woke up, but did not pull me away. She placed her hands on my head and holding my head rotated her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks rubbing her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt on my Hindu face.

I felt the need for a fuck and went ahead by taking her in my arms and kissed her. She also responded and holding me tight kissed me back we did not talk at all. Rolling her on her back I mounted her by inserting my Uncut Hindu Prick in her juicy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and started fucking her. Of course I have heard a lot about fucking from my friend and had also read a couple of books and seen photo albums. But seeing you and Abbū in the real act made me insane. My first experience with Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī was wonderful. Her round breast fitted my hands nicely and I caressed them. I kissed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth until I lit my juice in to her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

After it was over, we both cleaned our parts, and Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī asked me what made me to do that to her. I explained what all I had seen and how excited I felt. She told me that she also longed for a long time for a good fuck because her friend Naåīmah Aħmad and she used to talk about fucking secretly and Naåīmah Aħmad had fucked Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī with brinjals. That was her first fuck and after that we used to fuck regularly”.

“Oh! Hindu boy, really I had been the root cause for all these. Come on son, hearing your story made me hot and excited.”

Saying so, Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb fell on the bed and pulled me on her top.

Taking my hands, she placed them on her evererect, extremely enticing, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and asked me to squeeze them.

I felt glad and caressed her round extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and kissed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

She also caressed my nude Hindu buttocks and pulling up her saya, widened her beautiful smooth Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.

She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Prick and pulled back the Hindu fore skin exposing my red knob.

Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb placed it on her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and rubbed it a little.

When it was on the entrance, Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb asked me to push.

With one push, I sent my entire Uncut Hindu Penis in Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

The very thought that I was fucking Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb, made me horny and I started fucking her.

Her warm Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was wet and fitted my Uncut Hindu Prick snugly.

Her Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles gripped my Uncut Hindu Prick tightly and gave me a thrill.

It was just wonderful.

While I was fucking from above she rotated and pushed her lovely, stunning, extremely smooth, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks up and down in tune with my in and out motions.

In this way I had sex with both the Ammī and daughter.

After it, They both started to stay nude with me 24×7.

We wore our dress only when we were out somewhere.

We fucked whenever we wanted.

Our routine was disturbed, only when Åārif Muħammad or his Abbū was there in the home.

For all practical purposes now, I have my two extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives there, in the home, Ammījān, Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb and Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī.