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Chapter 49

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī came home late from clubbing for her friend Åāyeshah’s birthday.
It was probably around 5:00 a.m. completely high and fucking horny, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot needed some serious attention and despite the fact that Fātimah made out with Ålī all night on the dance floor, he still went home with that bitch, Farah.
Fātimah couldn’t stand that cunt.
She could not help that Ålī still believed Fātimah fucked Durgesh.
“Are you crazy?” Fātimah was dumbfounded, “He is my father.”
Ålī laughed scornfully.
“Stepfather, not father.”
Fātimah was surprised, more.
“You mean every stepdaughter fucks her stepfather?” She was furious now somewhat.
“If the stepfather is Durgesh, ‘YES’!”
“What about your own sisters, Ħazrat Ålī bin Abī Tālib?” Fātimah said sarcastically, “Doesn’t your own Ammī fuck Durgesh now despite your Abbū’s desperate and frantic objections?”

On top of it all, her parents would kill Fātimah if they saw her as she was now.
It was natural therefore, Fātimah snuck as quietly as Fātimah could, through the front door, and into the living room.
Her heart jumped at the handsome form of her father and the flicker of the television.

Fātimah started stammering to come up with some cover story for being so late and looking the way Fātimah did.
Fātimah was quite aware that her hair was a mess, her lipstick was all over her face, her clothes were rumpled and torn in places from Ålī’s rough hands and mouth.
Her pupils were also completely dilated from the hit of Ecstasy Fātimah did 35 minutes ago, a fact that Fātimah was sure her Ammī wouldn’t miss.

Then Fātimah realized I was sleeping actually.

Her wide eyes looked at me again; sure enough I was sleeping propped up against a couch cushion with an EV porno at the main menu.
It must have finished and went back to the menu.
Allah Allah! Holy shit, Fātimah suddenly realized that I was completely naked.
Her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot immediately started to throb at this hunk of a man in front of her.

I was well-muscled, completely smooth, slightly tanned, and fucking hung.
My sleeping Uncut Hindu Lund sprawled itself over My massive ball sack and was a good 6 inches soft.
Fātimah had seen the bulge my Uncut Hindu Lund made in my sweat pants and speedo but Fātimah was never really interested in what was making that bulge.
Now tonight was a different story.
Her mouth, hands and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were all yearning to experience this 64 years old, yet still ever young, utmost Muslimāt fucker Hindu man.
Even her own Ammī couldn’t resist.
Perhaps no Musalmān Beauty could ever.
She had seen her own Ammīs’ extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends too invariably fucking Durgesh.
Even her own friends were not far behind.

Fātimah crept slowly towards my sleeping form trying to hold her breath as if it would wake my apparent deep sleep.
Fātimah knew I was a deep sleeper from her Ammī, always complaining.
I had even slept through a fire alarm and a small earth quake once.
Fātimah glanced around the room and noticed obvious signs of her parents having their own party.
There were several empty wine bottles and a couple wine glasses next to a now warm cheese collection sitting on a wooden cutting board.

Fātimah reached My still handsome muscle body and started to cry just looking at how gorgeous I was.
I was a bona fide 64 year old Hindu stud and tonight Fātimah was determined to be my mare, as her Ammī herself was already.
Fātimah took out her iPhone and selected her video app.
The red light indicated it was recording.

“My Hindu stud stepfather, passed out naked on the couch for his naughty stepdaughter.” Fātimah whimpered into the microphone.
Fātimah panned the camera slowly over my Hindu stallion body.
“Durgesh’s fucking humungous Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah was going to have a little taste.” Fātimah reached for my flaccid Uncut Hindu Lund and lifted it up for the camera.
“Look at this thing, it’s fucking huge and it isn’t even hard yet and these,” Fātimah let go of my Uncut Hindu Lund and fondled my giant Hindu balls. “Full of Hindu spunk.”

Once on her hands and knees, Fātimah took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund again and positioned her phone so that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and my Uncut Hindu Lund filled the screen.
Fātimah opened her hot mouth and licked me from balls to tip twice before putting it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
It tasted fresh; I obviously hadn’t cum from my porno.
Her tongue played with my soft Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth for a while before it started getting hard.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew and grew and grew and grew.
“Allah Allah! Holy shit,” Fātimah coughed and pulled me completely out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Fātimah sat back and filmed the sheer size of my mammoth Hindu fuck stick.
Certainly three times the size of Ålī’s big dick.
The joke is on Farah tonight, then.
Poor Farah!
Poor Ålī!
Your ever faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Fātimah, hadn’t fucked Durgesh until now, yet you never believed her.
Okay, now I haven’t to lose any damn thing.
Have I?

Fātimah took a good hold of my still thickening Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah couldn’t close her hand around my Hindu shaft at any point.
The thing was long and uniformly thick, with my Uncut Hindu Lund head just as thick as the rest of it.
It was like a bottle of raid or something.
Precum formed at the tip queuing Fātimah to put it back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth where Fātimah tried to swallow as much as Fātimah could.
The camera didn’t miss a minute and Fātimah continued to saw logs obvious to the pleasures we were sharing.

Fātimah sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund for about 5 minutes before it started throbbing.
Fātimah didn’t want me to cum yet so Fātimah stopped.
Fātimah filmed my sleeping body and rampant Uncut Hindu Lund once again,
“Allah Allah! Fuck Durgesh, you are too good not to have. You said I was one of your good stepdaughters, when I married Ålī. Sorry, even I couldn’t keep on your illusion.”

Fātimah pulled off her shirt, kicked off her bar pants and panties then approached me again in just her black bra.
She took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her attempted fist again making sure to show the camera that Fātimah couldn’t actually hold onto me and the fact that she needed another 5 or 6 hands to make it to my dick head.
Fātimah dropped my Uncut Hindu Lund again and retrieved the fabric tape measure from the junk drawer in the kitchen.
For the camera, Fātimahfirst measured my length from the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund to the tip, I was 10 rock solid inches, Allah!
Next Fātimah wrapped the tape around my girth, 5 inches.
How did I had enough blood for this thing?

Fātimah tucked the tape measure into her bra then climbed onto the couch.
It sank with the added weight but I continued sleeping away.
With the camera still rolling, Fātimah took my Uncut Hindu Lund and slapped it a number of times against her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It made a smacking noise and Fātimah started cumming on the spot.
Fātimah was so wet that Fātimah was now dripping.
Fātimah smacked my Hindu rod against her a couple of times more, to make sure I was good and hard.
Then Fātimah placed the Uncut Hindu Lund head into the opening of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
Allah Allah! it felt amazing.
Fātimah was going to cum again.

Once Fātimah was satisfied that there was no way that it could escape, Fātimah pushed down onto the thick Hindu invader.
Fātimah was being split into two.
Fātimah continued to slide down my Uncut Hindu Lund until Fātimah had to move her legs and flat out sit on my lap with my harpoon inside her.
My Uncut Hindu Lund bottomed out right inside Fātimah’s aching ardent Musalmān womb.
Allah Allah! Fuck. Fātimah was cumming so hard Fātimah had to bite her teeth together not to shout.
At the same time Fātimah felt my Uncut Hindu Lund start to throb, as Fātimah felt heat spreading through her loins.
Fātimah leaned forward, cuddled against My pecs and six pack until I stopped cumming inside her and my breathing returned to normal.

My Uncut Hindu Lund started to soften but Fātimah used her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot muscles to coax it into a full-blown hard-on again when Fātimah started fucking My sleeping Hindu male body.
Kneeling again Fātimah used her thighs to move up and down slowly.
My Uncut Hindu Lund withdrew only three or four inches at a time.
Fātimah was nearing another orgasm on this magnificent Uncut Hindu Lund and Fātimah was desperately trying to film every last second of this experience, of my Uncut Hindu Lund moving in and out of Fātimah’s tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fuck hole.
After a few more minutes Fātimah was cumming all over my Uncut Hindu Lund again.

Fātimah rested a moment before picking up the pace again.
Fātimah bounced hard on to my fuck stick now.
“Oh Durgesh, Fātimah could do this all night. Fātimah could fuck your huge monster Uncut Hindu Lund all fucking night. You make your little girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot cum all over you Durgesh. Her fucking hot, hung stud Hindu stepfather.”
The camera was capturing My Uncut Hindu Lund plunging up into her ardent Musalmān cavern then Fātimah panned it to my sleeping face.
My mouth was handsome and my brow furrowed but I was still sleeping.

“Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, fuck Durgesh, give it to me,” Fātimah leaned forward and kissed me full on my lips then plunged back down all the way to my balls.
Her climax was building again.
Something Ålī was never able to do, give her multiple organisms.
“Allah Allah! Durgesh, Fātimah is going to cum. Fātimah isgoing to cum. Fātimah is going to cum. Fātimah is cumming.” Fātimah let out a squeal as the most intense orgasm of her life rocked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body at the exact same time my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled and started gushing its Hindu seed into Fātimah again.

“Oh, I feel you cumming. You’re cumming. You’re cumming into Fātimah, Durgesh, I love you.”
Fātimah collapsed onto my muscular chest and enjoyed the bliss of the moment.
I continued sleeping through the whole ordeal.
Well, nothing new for me, however.
Most of my Musalmān stepdaughters did it with me.
Most of my Musalmān stepsisters did it with me.
Most of my Musalmān anujvadhūs, sisters in law, did it with me.
Most of my Musalmān friends’ wives did it with me.
Almost every Musalmān Beauty I refused to fuck because she had a platonic relationship with me, did it with me, sooner or later.
Sometimes I was even aware of it, but couldn’t afford to let her know I was awake.
Once, such a Musalmān Beauty felt so shameful of her on it that she even tried to suicide.
I had learned to pretend sleeping the hard way.*

It was not only sex Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī wanted with me.
She wanted me to thank in this way too.
She was utmost grateful to me.
Ålī bin Abī Tālib could not forgive Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī that she had ‘cuckolded’ him.
He had punished her in his own way.
I went up to the elevator, presented my pass and waited until the matron brought a tight lipped grim eyed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī into the room.
“Sorry, Durgesh,” she said gravely, “I never accepted you my stepfather. I always criticized you for fucking almost every Musalmān Beauty that ever came in your contact. Yet, you are still here to save me from my ever suspecting husband, Ålī bin Abī Tālib.”
The matron had already gone out of earshot.
“It’s alright,” I said, “we’ve agreed already that we are not related with each other in any way. I’m not your stepfather and you are not my stepdaughter. Let’s keep it on. I’m only your lawyer and you are only my client.”
“Thank you,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī said, and sat down as though her legs were buckling.
She raised her head and surveyed me through the screen with incredulous eyes.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī looked back over her shoulder to make certain no one was within earshot and then said in a low voice,
“I behaved very inexcusably with you, sorry again.”
“Why the hell did you go there?”
“She is my husband’s real sister, Durgesh. Moreover, she hasn’t done anything to me still now. It’s my husband, Ålī bin Abī Tālib, that have reported I stole his sister’s jewelry.”
“If you didn’t, why the hell did you run away from there?”
She didn’t answer me.
Instead, she herself asked me,
“What are you going to do now?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Ålī bin Abī Tālib believes I fucked you to my heart’s content and then allowed you marry him to cuckold him.”
“I’m sorry. It’s not easy for the Musalmīn to believe that you don’t fuck a Musalmān Beauty even if she lives with you.”
“Well, there are so many. You know yourself.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know about myself only.”
“I see.”
“I’m sorry. Your reputation about us Musalmān Beauties is such that…” she paused significantly, and changed the subject, “you didn’t answer my question. What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to get you out on bail first. But I want to know exactly what happened, for it.”
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī tried to smile grimly, “I had a bear, Ålī bin Abī Tālib, by his tail. He wanted me in his house. I didn’t obey him as a 1400 years old immensely obedient Musalmān wife. I went to take the inter urban for town, feeling very satisfied with myself.”*

I watched her gravely,
“Ålī bin Abī Tālib has allowed you to use your own automobile?”
“He isn’t such a damn fool. He may not be Ħazrat Ålī razī Allahu tålā ånahu bin Abī Tālib but he tries to imitate his manly vigor at least. His only extravagance on me is my yacht he gifted me. He knew I love yachting. On the whole it costs him a lot less to keep this yacht for me than it would a car.”
“I see. What happened?”
“I stopped in at a restaurant for breakfast yesterday morning, read the papers, watched the huge news Trimensionals and learned what my ålīmun kħabīrun, all knowing, husband was saying. That I didn’t give his gift to his sister and taken one hundred thousand dollars in gems. Suddenly I realized Ålī bin Abī Tālib had outsmarted me. He’d been smarter enough not to say anything at all about losing the bottle with the picture in it, but simply claimed that I had stolen his gift to his sister anticipating I might resort to the easy defense that I did it because he didn’t give me enough money for my personal expenses.”

Chapter 50
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam